BUGGING OUT
It was a Saturday morning, maybe the second week in April, 1947. Mama had been more volatile than usual for the past week or so. I was a 7th grader at Kennewick and my little sis Rose was in 4th, bro Jim in 1st. Our place was a 2-acre lot, flat near the road and about a hundred feet back, began an... Sign in to see full entry.