The best I can remember the fall of 1935 is, I was 4 years old on April 8. So I was
four and a half in October. I can remember my dog Traveler and I playing in the
pasture across the road from our house.
I didn't go to school. One day though,
I went with my sisters, Faith and Frances
and brother Levern to school on a
school bus. I thought I was big, riding on a school bus. I wasn't afraid
why I was going to school. I was going to get me a small pox vaccination. I
did real swell until the nurse started to puncture me with the needle in the left
arm. I hollered, screamed and kicked. It made no never mind, I was stabbed in
the arm and I was going to die. I found out after it was all over I was just a few
scratches on my arm and the nurse never punctured me. I was going to live. That
was my first experience and wished it to be my last with a nurse. I don't remember
if my arm got sore or festered.
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