Go back in time to 1917 in a small town in Southeast Alabama. A boy was born in his home, suckled by a half-black, half-Creek Indian, actually knew and talked with a former family slave, nurtured in a large, caring and loving low-income family. His mother taught him the lessons of life that really mattered, and molded him into the man he is now. Growing up in the town he grew to love and still loves, he and his two sisters and two brothers were happy with what little they had. They had loving, caring, excellent teachers, lots of friends to play and grow up with, plenty to eat, and adequate clothes to wear. They went to Sunday School and church religiously. Their mama and daddy had little education, but their mama was wise beyond her schooling. She loved people, and showed her love for them by what she did, not what she said. This love and care for family and others, and the blessings of growing up in a small Southern town in the 1920s and 1930s, are the themes of this book.My first pet was a hen with her brood of chicks. I have always held a warm ... My teachers in the first grade were Misses Hollingsworth and Mattie Walker. I had little time to profit by their ... I also learned to recite poems. In this grade I was pickedanbsp;...
|Title||:||Mama Was My Teacher|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2004-01|