Walk to School
I was born in a little town in Michigan. The name was Chattham, and there wasn’t much around or anything. We were pretty desolated. We had a real small school and we lived on a farm and we always ate good. You know, if there was a storm or anything we always had food at home. I have two brothers, three sisters and then myself and my mom and dad. We always had dogs and cats because we were on a farm. We used to walk to school because there was no cars that could get through to our road and so we always just walked to school. Sometimes we would get all the way to school and it would be a bad storm and we had no phones or anything so when we got back, we’d go to school and we’d get there and the school would be closed so we’d have to turn around and walk back home.
Me and my brother Isaac were the closest. My brother that was two years younger than me. He was kind of a little devil. I can remember walking to school with him one time. He was, well like a said, a couple years younger than me. I can remember when his hands and feet got so cold that he passed out and so I had to go sit with him in the sick room. They called it a sick room because it was just a little tiny room where people went when they didn’t feel good. We got in there and I went and sat with him. He was real, real, real, good until he saw a mouse. He was chasing that mouse around! You would have thought he was a monkey or something. I told him, you’ve got to behave yourself you’re supposed to be sick and he said “well, there ain’t no mouse that’s going to be running all over me!”
I can remember getting shots up there. They would make a line. The whole school would like line up and go. Every time I’d get the front, I’d go to the back (laughs) Then I kept doing it until there was nobody left and I’d finally have to get one.