VOICES OF VALOR

REMEMBER

I remember windows open at night so the breeze could cool the house, the sound of the shuttle train at the milland the lowing of the neighbor’s cows. I remember the ice box and the old gas stoveand drawing water from the cistern outside, home-made quilts covering the beds and the clothes on the line while they dried.

I remember shucking bushels of corn and shelling those black-eyed peas, th…