That’s what my Pepaw, Floyd Farley, said to my Granny, Anna Saunders, the first time he ever saw her. She was living with her brother, Sherman Saunders, and his family in 1938. It was winter and she had no where else to go. My granny and her 4 siblings had been orphaned since their mother died in 1925.
Granny was walking to the outhouse, barefoot in the snow, when my Pepaw, who was living in the boardinghouse next door saw her. Her answer was that if he would let her sister live with them that she would marry him and that was that. They got married and he bought her 3 rooms full of furniture and my Granny and Aunt Edna had a home for the first time in their lives.
My granny was 5 years old when her mother died. There was nowhere for the 5 Saunders children to go so they roamed southern West Virginia and lived with whomever would take them in. (Usually they were separated) They would work helping to plow gardens in the spring, hoeing gardens all day in the summer, harvesting crops in the fall and helping to can the vegetables or whatever other work could be done. Usually they would get kicked out of the house in the winter because nobody could afford to feed an extra mouth back then.
One time when Granny was 12 years old, she and her sister Edna were living with a family. Edna was younger than Granny, so she looked out for her. They had worked hard all day as they always did and Edna was crying because she was hungry. Granny went into the kitchen and took a biscuit and 1 piece of bacon and gave it to her little sister. The next day the woman kicked them out for stealing. She knew Granny had taken the bacon because there was a mark in the fat where the bacon had been laying.
Granny used to speak kindly of a black woman who lived on Hart’s Creek. She let her stay with them longer than anybody and Granny appreciated everything she ever did for them. She worked hard but at least she had a roof over her head.
That’s all I know about my Granny’s early life. She was an Aunt Bea kind of Granny and I was lucky to have her.