User:MSTRISHI



March 12, 2012 I turned 50 years old. At first I was a little depressed. You know I wish I had this I was I had done that. But when I realized all I have and what I have done I really didn't have much to complain about. I had the absolutely best childhood even. My parents have been married over 50 years and are still together. I grew up in the projects which was the best because I had all my friends in one place. We played everyday, we walkd to school together (no school bus) we had birthday parties, block parties. Those were really the days. Every year we would travel to Georgia in my father Buick 225. My mom would pack that big old black trunk she kept in the attic. Mom would cook the best fried chicken she fried it in LARD! The skin on the chicken was so crispy it was like eating potatoes chips! Crunch. My sister Linda and I wanted to eat it soon as we left. I would sit up front with my parents and my sister sat in the back seat with the gradparents. Those were the best two weeks each years. Everyone in Georgia would be so glad to see us. We had so many cousins to play with. That Georgia dirk was like nothing we would see in NJ. The food and air were fresh. We would stay at my great-grandmother Ma Sweet like house on the corner. It was surrounded by corn and cotton fields. My mom would tell use how she learn to braid using the grass. Grandama Sweet's house had no running water. So that meant no bathroom. YEP that right we had to use the outhouse. LOL which I never ever would. And we took baths in a hugh ten tub. The water came from the well. Yes an outside well. I think back now and think house unsanitary that was.