Elite versus Democracy

Does the American government fit the definition of democracy in respect to the Constitution or is the Constitution strictly elitist?

According to The American Heritage Dictionary, the word democracy means:

1. (a) Government by the people exercised either directly or through elected representatives.

(b) A political unit with this form of government.

2. Social and political equality and respect for the individual within the community

The word elite means:

1. (a) The superior members of a social group.

(b) A small but powerful group.

Does the American government fit the definition of democracy in respect to the Constitution or is the Constitution strictly elitist?

The answer depends on the interpretation of the Constitution and most of all, who is doing the interpreting. The Constitution suggests an ‘elitist’ style of government whereby a few govern the majority. The original ideal bases its theory on equality and liberty, an extremely important element. The founding fathers (the white Anglo-Saxton Protestants) base the element of equality and liberty on their belief: Everyone is born a blank tablet, all equal.

The environment (the critical element) gives man the opportunity to be all he can be. Liberty (individual freedom of choice) grants people equality. The framers set up checks and balances in a Constitutional government to ensure equality and freedom and to alleviate oppression. However, the basis for the theory of the American Constitutional government never evolves to correct inadequacies gained after an internal war. The belief (man is born a blank tablet, equal) is only true when man is free to make his own choice; this aspect changes following the Civil War.

The war was said to give freedom to the slaves, but what actually transpires is only a token justice for the blacks; and in addition a mechanism by which control of all men (both black and white) is made to change the future. The establishment of control is brought about through behaviorism, mandatory schools, and the myths, leaving America and all its inhabitants to suffer the consequences. The eighteenth century philosophy of the framers becomes a mere illusion.

This is so because the application of a myth, behaviorism, and a mandatory school system controls, stifles, overwhelms, and blinds the common man; he is in a trap unaware of his circumstance with no way out other than the escape mechanisms the Impersonal forces provide. The Imperial force of Progressivism effectively steals the personal freedom and our blank tablet of equality when its theology creates and establishes sameness in place of individualism.

As a result of this inadequacy of the change in theology, a growing bureaucracy of corruption (evolving and transcending the politics) of government for the interest of those members of society who gain social superiority and economical superiority over the people (the majority).

Thus, instead of the Constitution, in conjunction with the Bill of Rights, granting equality and liberty for all as its equitable intent and purpose, the rights of the people evolve to the mercy of vice, corruption, and deceit, or the Supreme Court.

The Constitution, Article I, The Legislative Article, House of Representatives:

Apportionment; Section 2, “…direct Taxes shall be…included…according to…numbers…determined by adding to the whole Numbers of “free” Persons, including those bound to Service for a Term of Years,…excluding Indians not taxed, “three fifths of all other Persons.

Say What? “Three fifths of all other Persons”? This is Elitist terminology; they’re saying we are not equal. What do we have to be to count as a whole person? Changes take place following the civil war:

Amendment 14–Citizenship, Due Process, and Equal Protection of the Laws…Section 1

Ratified, July 9, 1868…”No state shall make or enforce any laws which…abridge the privileges of citizens…”

However what the federal government says or does depends on you. You don’t live in the federal government, you live in a state.

If the state makes or enforces laws that are contrary to federal law, it is the citizen’s responsibility to inform the federal government of the abridgement of those privileges. It takes time for Congress to Act. When citizens remain quiet, it is like sending up a signal saying, “Go ahead, have fun, abuse us; the federal government will not prosecute the State (at least not until, we the people object, loudly).

Amendment 14

Section 2…”…When the right to vote…is denied to any of the ‘male’ inhabitants…”

Remember the 14th Amendment is ratified in 1868? Per Section 2, any male inhabitants (including blacks) following the civil war have the right to vote; all males are whole; they are citizens.

(What about me, the White woman, and also the Black woman? Aren’t we citizens? Don’t we have rights? Don’t we count? (Unfortunately, not yet). Token Justice is not Justice for all. Note this ratification does not occur until following the Civil War. And the black man, even though he gains his right to vote, is not able to exercise the right for another 100 years.

The elitist extend their reign of Superiority to the Amendments to protect whose rights?

Section 5…”The Congress shall have the power to enforce…the provisions of this article…

The Federal government gives–and the State government takes– away! Just because there is a gain in rights doesn’t mean you get to exercise those rights right away. You see. The “KKK” was watching –at the state level. The black man waits 100 years before he steps up and objects to his unfair treatment. The Federal government doesn’t step in to enforce the law as written over a state law until there is objection. Women protest their plight and gain their right to vote from the federal government and the state government before the black man gets the opportunity to exercise his right because the women organize and object.

Article I…Senate Compositions: Qualifications, Section 3…The Senate…shall be composed of…Senators from each State, ‘Chosen by the Legislative thereof,…”

What? You mean I, one of the people, can’t vote for my own Representative and that the elitist have to make that decision for me? I am not trusted to make a quality decision?

Well we will see about that . . .

Sure enough the people gain control with ratification of the 17th Amendment, the people will be choosing their representation in the Senate. The Senator will be obligated to voice ‘their will’, the will of the people.

The Amendment implies that anyone may run for Office, but in actuality, a person who is not a member of the social or money elite winning an election will be a rarity, if not a near impossibility, today. In reality, Senators are not obligated to vote the voice of the people. Instead, the majority listen to lobbyist, Big Business, and special interest groups (the elitist). After all, everyone knows “money talks”, “bull-hockey walks”. However, if the people pay attention, they can vote them out at the end of their term for not voting the “will of the people.” After a while it begins to sink in, the people want their will acted on.

ARTICLE I, Section 6, Rights of Members…”shall…be privileged from Arrest…”

Here is an elitist part. When elected, a seasonal license to lie, steal, and cheat is issued to representatives? They are Immune–from prosecution of a misdemeanor? This makes one wonder if this is why Maryjane reduces to a misdemeanor. Doesn’t anyone get MADD because of these special privileges? Is it okay for them to drink and drive? This article establishes a double standard: One set of rules for the people and different one (set of rules) for the elite? Is that fair?

ARTICLE I, Section 8, Powers of Congress, “To promote the Progress of Science and useful Arts . . .

That is except when it serves the purpose of the elite to Censor—-The public must not learn the truth; artist who insists upon telling the truth about their (Congress) purpose must be censored. In other words, the freedom of expression is removed as a right of the people at the will of the elite.

But what about my guaranteed rights under the Constitution? Say What? The Constitution doesn’t grant me rights? But what about:

The Bill of Rights?

Amendment 1–Religion, Speech, Assembly, and Politics…Congress shall make no law…prohibiting…abridging…freedom of speech . . . .the press, or the right to…petition the Government for redress of grievances.

You say what? I have to wait for at least fifty years…, but I am already fifty–I won’t need to feed myself then–I’ll be dead! What? –You say–that’s what they are counting on? Maybe if I learn the ropes, I can get my right sooner? (They have a Jungle-Jim? With ropes?)

ARTICLE I, Section 8, Powers of Congress, “…To make all Laws…necessary and proper for…Execution …

The “Elastic Clause” evolves the duties of the Judiciary, “uniquely” in an historical sense; Marbury vs. Madison sets the wheels in motion. With the help of the Civil War, the power of interpretation by the Supreme Court becomes cemented in with the outcome of McCulloch v. Maryland; an example is set in concrete, perplexing the system, yielding judicial power unsurpassed in the history of the world. The Elite issue an insurance policy of supremacy. You say to get around it I have to ride what?–a Merry-go-round! You have a Circus here too? How much did you say it would cost me? I–Yi-Yi-Yi! The nine Supreme beings now sit in control?

Article 1 (ART-I-(CHUCKLE), Section 9, Powers Denied to Congress…

“…The privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless…”

The purpose of the Elite shall be better served; the witch hunts, the “Red Scare”, Read-my–Palm-er, and Mc Cart-thy off, the snitch-man, witch-man, get under-the-desk, huntsman are proof of the “pudding”–“They stuck in their noise–where it didn’t belong–and pulled out a “Commie”, then said, ‘Oh, what a good Patriotic–“cheese”–boy am I!” What happened to our APPLE PIE? When did we revert to “yucky”–PUDDING? As a result, innocent people suffer unjustly, their freedom breached. Merely because the elite’s fear, not a revolution, not a threat, just- a- shiver- down -their -spine (guilt pangs from unjust practices–they remember what happened in Anatole France); all in the name of the elites’ freedom to oppress common man. (You say what?–your position is reaffirmed; I can’t escape?)

ARTICLE IV, Privileges and Immunities; Interstate Extradition, Section 2,

“A person charged…with…Treason…shall be delivered up on Claim…”

You mean I am not entitled to the due process of law? But–but–AMENDMENT 14 says: I shall not be deprived of my “life, Liberty, or Property” I am entitled to “equal protection under the laws”.

You say what?–that doesn’t apply to my situation–not when the witch- men are in control–those rights are only reserved in situations concerning the State!

Article 1 (ART-I-CHUCKLE), Powers Denied to Congress, Section 9, paragraph 4,

“No Capitation, or …direct, Tax shall be laid, unless…Census…”

But, Capitation means: fixed tax, an equal sum per person–O-o-o-o-o-OH! You–Amended that!

AMENDMENT 16–INCOME TAXES, (Ratified February 3, 1913), “…Congress shall have the power to lay–collect taxes on incomes…without apportionment…without regard…to enumeration.”

Did I hear you say–President Wilson–the E-l-i-t-e–have plans,–OH–it’s a secret! It is not for us to wonder why, we are only supposed to pay, not lie. To tax the elites will be to our defeat–so they say–we must pay. “No Capitation . . .tax shall be laid…”–read on you’ll be dismayed!

Article 1 (ART-I-CHUCKLE), Section 9, paragraph 8,”…no Person holding any Office…, shall…, accept…any present…, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State.”

But if you like you may sell your “soul” to the “country store”–you can. Yep! As long as you don’t get caught, because if you get caught “King” and “Prince” interpretation may be “King of Big Business” and the “Prince of Wall Street”. “Advantage rather than responsibility is the name of the game”, as long as you don’t get caught it won’t be your shame.

Article II–THE EXECUTIVE ARTICLE, Nature and Scope of Presidential Power,

“…Each State shall appoint,…may direct, a Number of Electors…Vote by Ballot…the Votes shall be counted…The Person having the greatest Number of Votes shall be President.”

Disillusion! “A bummer, I thought my vote counts; boy, I am misinformed. Why bother voting? My vote doesn’t matter! The elite perceive me as a loser, unable to make an intelligent decision, so why should I prove them right? Isn’t that what they taught me in school?

ARTICLE I, Section 2, Powers and Duties of the President

“…he shall have the Power to grant Reprieves and Pardons of Offenses…”

Pathetic, bigoted, affluent child, Poor diminutive hereafter elite! He’s being restrained from instruction about reality, prison life. He’s being denied the privilege of justice of an education in prison. How’s he ever to progress, to comprehend the truth, never having the opportunity to mingle, rub elbows with the poor black and the white refuse? “President, sir, did you know you are denying the affluent child a glimpse of reality?” You say, you already have another throne to sit him on—you reserve the Electric throne for us! Am I supposed to thank you?

Article III–The Judicial Article, Section 1,

The Judges, both of the supreme and inferior Courts, shall hold their Offices during good Behavior,..”

Once you’re in. you’re in! Forever more! Until death do you part? The Constitution is Elitist; you have no right to interfere–unless one of those “little beneath our feet” people learn the secret and object through the legal process, then and only then may you review the laws. That is only because the Federalist papers imply that right to you, not that you are given that right in this Constitution–remember–only TOKEN justice–CAN YOU–WAKE-UP!–CAN YOU REMEMBER THAT?

The first ten amendments, the Bill of Rights, in conjunction with the Supreme Court, suggest our rights, the rights of the people, are protected. If the people can afford financially to fight for the rights through the courts, they may have one of them.

The 1st Amendment grants: Freedom of speech, Freedom of the press,

Right to assembly, right to petition the Government for redress of grievances

But they are in the process of being changed–examples are being set–that elastic clause–worked for us once–it can just as easily go the other way–to work against us. Go ahead; read on. You are educated aren’t you?

AMENDMENT 2, “…THE RIGHT OF THE PEOPLE TO KEEP AND BEAR ARMS..” Don’t get excited, today you have it–tomorrow who knows?

AMENDMENT 3AMENDMENT 4–SEARCH AND SEIZURES, “The right of the people…against unreasonable search and seizures, shall not be violated…”

Well, that “unreasonable” means something different–you may bolt the door, but it’s more expensive to replace a door than to open it..

AMENDMENT 5…Due Process, and Eminent Domain, “…No person shall be held to answer…EXCEPT in cases arising in the land…”

You might as well use white-out on the later.


This one only means criminals. We the people don’t count; we have to wait for our cases to be decided.

AMENDMENT 7, Trail by Jury–Common Law,

AMENDMENT 8, Bail….,

AMENDMENT 9–RIGHTS RETAINED BY THE PEOPLE, “The enumeration in the Constitution, OF CERTAIN RIGHTS, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

You mean we have rights, but only CERTAIN rights?

AMENDMENT 10, –RESERVED POWERS…,The powers not delegated…by the Constitution…are reserved to the States respectively, or the people.

What power is left? Maybe we have certain rights, maybe we don’t. One thing for sure, the Constitution is an elitist document. The Bill of Rights is the document that may have our backs.

One can say with Democracy in America Tyranny of the majority is born. A foreigner, a French man, says it all when he looks through the looking-glass into the “fairy-tale” land of America and says:

“The error arose from seeing the interest of the nobles perpetually contending with those of the people, without considering the issue of the contest, which was really the important point. When a community . . . is equally divided between adverse principles,–it must either experience a revolution, or fall into anarchy . . . social superior to all others must always be placed somewhere . . . liberty is endangered when this power finds an obstacle which can retard its course, and give it time to moderate its own vehemence . . . Unlimited is in itself a bad and dangerous thing. Human beings are not competent to exercise it with discretion. God alone can be omnipotent” (De Tocqueville 115).

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Only Those Who Obey


Posted on June 21, 2006by gramatrudy

Only Those Who Obey 

By Trudy A. Martinez

The Bakersfield Californian reports (In 1994) that INS wants the news of deporting illegal Chinese immigrants kept quiet so mass crowds will not gather.

Am I supposed to believe deporting illegal immigrants will offend me and thus offended, I might protest?  Not I.

When are officials going to learn hiding the truth brings out the masses, not telling the truth?

If I come out, my reason will be to cheer them on, not to yell protests.

Immigrants need to know, only those who obey the laws are welcome and those who do not are not.

It is as simple as this: Crossing the border illegally is against the law; this action alone (crossing illegally) shows you are not worthy to be here!  Illegal aliens must stop; they must leave; and if they don’t leave on their own, we must deport them.

Current actions reflect the deporting of only those who disobey the laws after they cross the border.  This is not enough.  It does not send the correct message. It does not send a strong enough message!

In my opinion, what should happen when they protest (like the 500,000 did), the army should gather them up and take them right then back across the border.  They are not citizens!  (They do not have the same rights as citizens, nor should they be afforded the same rights.)  When they come out in force, they should be met with force!  And they should all be immediately deported!

Immigrants (who are legal) help to make this country prosper.  Legal immigrants are wanted. Illegal immigrants game the system; they cost the taxpayers billions each year (6 billion annually in California alone) Illegal immigrants are NOT wanted.

I say, “Legal you’re okay!”  “Illegal?  Go home! We don’t want you to stay!”

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Unworthy of Honor


Posted on November 10, 2006by gramatrudy

Unworthy of Honor?

By Trudy A. Martinez

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Staring up from the page are the words:  Veteran’s Day–Regular Classes Scheduled.  “Wrong schedule,” I think.  “I need the Winter Schedule.”  Knowing there is a holiday scheduled and not remembering what holiday it is, I search for the answer.  “Oh, here it is,” I tell myself as my eyes read the bold print: Martin Luther King Day — Campus Closed.

“Why,” I ask, “do we observe Martin Luther King Day when we do not observe Veteran’s Day?”  True, King fights with words for freedom of oppression for one segment of the population.  But it is also true millions of service men, both black and white, fight with their lives to insure freedom for us all.  Why then doesn’t the campus observe their Day as well?  Is the lack of acknowledgement because service men use violence while the educated use words as a method of persuasion?

If the method of persuasion determines worthiness, the message conveys the Universities do not consider those who fight to ensure freedom with their lives on the same level as an educated man; and therefore, the fighting men are not worthy of honor.  The past reiterates this thinking; Universities were havens for the affluent to avoid the draft; the less affluent were excluded from this avenue of escape.  And soldiers returning from war were treated as outcasts.

Even though the efforts of the press physically acknowledge service men recently returning from military excursions, the message sent remains the same:  You are not worthy of our honor!

I for one say, “You’re wrong!”

This analytical  journal entry was written back in 1994.  Nevertheless, things are the same.  All do not honor those who lay their lives on the line to maintain and preserve our freedom.  Why not?  Do you have the answer?

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I thought I was old!


Posted on May 15, 2006by gramatrudy

I Thought I Was Old!

Taking an aerobic swim class can be fun.

I thought I am too old.  I am sixty-five (or I was when I wrote this; I am now seventy-three). To top it off, I am on a short lease so-to-speak:  The oxygen tube line only lets me go so far in the water.  That is okay.  But when there is a current (and there always is with everyone stirring up the water to do the exercises), I seem to drift, making the work effort and the struggle to get back into a safe place and keep from dragging the tank into the water with me all the harder. 

Most say the safest place for me is on the side lines. But I disagree.  I never (at least not yet) pull the tank in with me.  Although the tank was christened, I didn’t do it.  Take my word for it, it doesn’t float!  It is heavy. It sinks to the bottom of the pool immediately.

Bubbles come popping up to the surface.  No, I didn’t fart!  The tank did!  There is a leak in the hose the day it joins me in the deep-end of the pool.  It is quite funny. 

The person who pulls it in will never forget, especially since everyone keeps reminding her to keep her eyes open and stay clear of the (invisible) line. Two young men come to the rescue, pulling the tank from the water and setting it back on the edge.  It is a lot harder getting the tank out of the pool then it is getting it in!

Anyways, the instructor is 76 (then).  I have difficulty keeping up with her, but at least I am trying.

She does this for a living.  My daughter who goes swimming with me says she gets a real work out.  She is amazed what this woman does, not just the hour that we are there but also the hours of classes she teaches daily.  She isn’t on the side lines telling those in the water what and how to do it; she is in the pool doing it too.

I wish I still had the shape and stamina I did when I wore this “Yellow poke-a-dot bikini.”




It brings back the memories of those good old days.

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Tales of Mom 13

Tales of Mom 13.

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Tales of Mom 13


Babies Bring Families Together


After the birth of his son, George Richard, Terry grows up some. He takes notice of his responsibility. He rents a larger apartment at street level. He surprises Nellie with the news; she is overjoyed. No more stairs to climb up and down with the baby. What a relief. Family members visit them to see the new addition to the family.

Peg visits nearly daily either before or after work, helping out when and where she can. Peg is so proud of her nephew, George Richard. (Nellie names him after her Pa, George) “Such a formal name for such a little guy,” Peg tells him. “I think I am going to call you Dickie, she continues. “Your granddad’s name is David; everyone calls him Dick. He’ll be here tomorrow. It will thrill him to know at least his nickname is being carried on. “ (There is an obvious unspoken resentment rising up here because the first born is named after Nellie’s Pa instead of Terry’s Dad) She holds Dickie (George) up so he can see her and says, “I am your Auntie! My name is Aunt Peg,” she hesitates momentarily, “Well,” she continues, “You can call me Aunt or Auntie Peggy, little man. But I am going to call you Dickie.”

Nellie remains quiet. Nellie believes,  “There is no sense in stirring up a hornet’s nest.”

“Nellie,” Peg says changing the subject abruptly, “Don and I are thinking of going our separate ways. He wants to settle down. I don’t. He wants kids. I can’t. He says we can adopt, but I don’t want to.” She says. “Don’s got his bags packed. He will be heading back to Texas and if his old girl friend is still single.” She continues, “He is going to hook up with her when our divorce is final. That is okay by me. We will still remain friends forever.”


(Don is packed and ready to return to Texas)

“Nellie, I figure you can have the kids for both of us. I get them on holidays and vacations. You get them the rest of the time. How does that sound?”

Nellie remains quiet.

“Someone’s at the door, Nellie. I bet it is my dad; he is always early. Don’t bother to get up. I’ll answer it for you,” Peg says.

Peg goes to the door. Sure enough, it is her Dad.

“I hear I am a Grandfather,” he says as soon as the door opens. “It is about time. I was beginning to wonder if I’d be getting any of those. Good work, Nellie. Where is my grandson?”


(Nellie Mae, Peg, George Richard (Dickie), David (Dick) and Betty)

Nellie wonders, “What kind of family have I married into?”

Thinking to herself, “Ma and Pa only be married to each other. When they marry, it is till death do them part.” She wonders why it is not the same for everyone else. “When I marry, I say vows. I mean what I say. I expect my husband mean what he say – in sickness, in health, till death do us part.”

Peg now be losing her second husband, willingly. Her Dad and her Ma both go their separate ways. Betty is her Dad’s girlfriend. Peg’s Ma is going to marry again. What am I to think of this? Perhaps, it is not my place to wonder. I can hear my children someday asking: ‘Why do I have so many grandmas and grandpas?’”

“I don’t want to have to answer that question.” She says.

“I am home.” Ted announces when he comes in the door. “I’ve got good news,” he says as he tosses his hat over the hat rack; it spins on the hook, but stays.  “Nellie, I got a new job.”

“You do?” She asks.

“I do.” He answers. “You’ll be proud to know I’ll be driving the line.”

“The Line?” She asks.

“The streetcar line,” he adds. “It pays better than I am getting laying bricks. And it is much easier on my back.” He stands back a ways so Nellie can get a full view and then asks, “How you like my uniform?”

“You’re looking good,” Peg answers.

“Not bad at all,” Betty adds.

“Be proud, son,” his Dad says.

“The uniform looks good on ya. Ya gots ya own change handler too. I likes ya cap ya throws over there,” Nellie says. “You’re a handsome man, Terry,” She adds. “Just don’t let dat comment go to ya head.”

This job has promise. It is steady; that is very important, especially if you have children. There are too many layoffs in other jobs. You don’t see so many layoffs in public transportation. People rely on public transportation when they cannot afford to keep up a car and its expenses.

Other things are weighing heavy on Nellie’s mind right now. She thinks she is again pregnant. George (Dickie) is going on seven months; having another baby so soon after his birth is not the best thing for Nellie; her body has yet to heal from the first.  As a family, they are just getting their feet on the ground. Terry’s new job will help a lot with the upcoming extra expenses, if her suspicions turn out to be correct. She can’t share her thoughts until she is for sure.

Nellie cooks dinner for everyone; they share a meal. And then the company excuse themselves. Granddad and Betty stay at Peg and Don’s for the night; they will be back on the road in the morning. They are heading in the same direction as Don; they decide to caravan their trip to help each other out if need be. They leave to go to Peg and Don’s first . Peg says, “I will follow shortly. First, I have some news I must share with Nellie and Terry.”





Peg says, ”I’ll be breaking up housekeeping for a while. I’ll be bringing over some things I can’t carry with me”. She says, “I’ll be getting down to one or two suitcases. I took a job with Greyhound.” She explains, “I pass the driving test. I’ll be driving their big Greyhound bus across the U.S.A. I am so excited.” 




“When I am on this side of the country, I will be dropping in to visit,” she says. “I’ll bring over what furniture we have. You can use some,” she adds. “I’ll send some pictures of me in my uniform when I am on the road.” She reaches over and gives Nellie a hug and kisses Dickie on the cheek, “See you brother,’’ she says to Terry. “Goodbye.”

Peg spends a day moving over her excess for Nellie to use. She makes it down to the two suitcases. She will be taking those with her on the bus. She leaves her car at their house. Peg hands Nellie the keys telling her, “You can use my car at your discretion, but I get it back when I come to visit.”

“Okay.” Nellie answers.

A few weeks pass. The mailman drops a letter through the letter slot on the front door. It is from Peg. Nellie rushes to open it. She didn’t send a letter, just a few pictures.



(Peg on the road with Greyhound)



(Peg on the road with Greyhound)

She is looking good.

In the meantime, Terry starts a spending spree. Instead of buying groceries and paying some household expenses with his first new paycheck, he splurges and rewards himself with a complete set of expensive golf clubs, bag, and all the little extra things that look good but you don’t really need.

The game itself is expensive to play if you do not earn that much. And the expense of the game takes away from the family expenses which by all rights should take priority. Terry doesn’t think that way. In Terry’s mind, he comes first. Nellies must make do and do her best with what is left. Golfing is his avenue of escape; his only pleasure. After all, he stops drinking. He leaves other women alone. He likes to let Nellie believe he is doing this on his own. But in actuality, he doesn’t want to go to jail as the Judge promises him he will do if he does not straighten up and fly straight (if you know what I mean). He figures if he spends one day a week on golfing that will be okay. Nellie knows how to pinch the pennies. She can make do with what she is given; she always has. Now is no different. That is what Terry tells himself. That is the way Terry thinks.

A letter came from Don. He makes it back to Texas okay. He finds his old girlfriend. He sends his love and a picture of him and his girl.

He says to be sure and tells Peg, “As soon as the divorce is final, I am marrying her and we are going to start making us a family. If Peg’s Greyhound bus ever comes up this way and lays over, tell her to be sure and stop and visit, if she can.”



(Don and his soon to be wife)

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Tales of Mom 12

Tales of Mom 12.

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Tales of Mom 12


Nellie and Terry Move to

Los Angeles


The Judge gives Nellie his card. “Nellie,” he says, “Your husband doesn’t deserve a woman like you. I mean it. I want you to call me day or night if need be if Terry does not tow the line.”

Nellie nods and says, “Yes, I will.”

Peg and Don leave Peg’s automobile with Nellie so her and Terry will have transportation. Terry is freed into Nellie’s custody. He immediately tries to intimidate Nellie into doing what he wants to do. “We’ll be going back to the C.C.C.,” he says.

Nellie looks up at him, shaking her head she says, “No, Terry, we not be going back to the C.C.C… I be with child.” Pointing at him she adds, “ Ya be going to find a job, Terry.” Nudging him with her finger, she continues, “Ya be going to support us. We be leaving San Diego. We be going to Los Angeles.” She says.

“Los Angeles?” He asks. “Why Los Angeles?”

“Ya works there before, Terry.” She says. “Ya cans do it again.” She continues, “It’s been five years, but ya gots a good chance of getting back in good with the same company. And ya be going to try or I be calling the Judge and telling him ya not be cooperating.” She looks him straight in the eye and asks, “Ya wants me be calling the Judge, Terry?”

“No.” He answers. “But the Judge said . . .”

“The Judge gives me more instructions, Terry. I’ be doing what he says, not what ya say, “She adds. He says, “Terry needs to grow up. And he needs to take responsibility.”

“Dat whats ya be going to do. Just as the Judge says.” Nellie tells Terry. “Peg and Don finds us an apartment in Los Angeles. They stocks it with food and our belongings. Don gots ya job back for ya. Ya just gots to show up and work every day. Ya boss be reporting to the Judge, Terry.” She says. “If ya miss work, the Judge says a warrant be issued for ya arrest. He means business, Terry. He means business.”

They set up in the small apartment. Terry behaves and goes to work every day.

Six months pass.

Nellie gets closer and closer to her time. Labor starts with a bang one morning after Terry leaves for work. As the day progresses and the labor along with it, Nellie realizes she is in trouble. She falls. She can’t get up. She calls out, but no one hears her. “Help, somebody, please help me!” No one answers. Her neighbors are not home. She is alone. She continues to call out, “Help, please help me,” she cries. They do not have a telephone so she cannot call anyone.

When Terry arrives home from work, Nellie is on the floor moaning too weak to do much else; both Nellie and the baby are in distress. He runs to a neighbor, who just arrived home moments before, to ask them to call an ambulance.

He pounds on the door. When they answer he says, “Please call an ambulance. My wife is on the floor; she is in bad shape, the baby is coming; she is in a pool of blood,” he begs. “Call an ambulance. We are in apartment C,” he says. “Tell them to hurry.”

Terry goes back to the apartment to wait for the ambulance and to be with Nellie, who is in distress. “Hold on there Nellie, the ambulance is on its way.”

In the distance, the sound of the sirens can be heard. “They are coming, Nellie; they are coming.” The sirens stop. A few minutes later, a bang, bang, bang, is heard at the door.

Terry opens the door and points to direct the attendants to Nellie, “We got a problem here,” they say before entering. “There is no way we can get the stretcher in here and her out through this here door.” He says as he looks around for another exit. “We may need to take her out the window over there.”

The fireman, who arrives about the same time, goes to the window and with the help of another, they remove the window from the frame; and check to see if the stretcher will make it through. It will but just barely. “Okay, this way is clear for you. Bring her out.”

The firemen have exited through the window and are waiting for the attendants to bring Nellie on the stretcher through it for them to grab. They strap Nellie on the stretcher. It is a slow process as the stretcher barely fits and must be turned slightly with Nellie on it to make it through the sharp turn on the other side of the window. The only way she can make it through the front door is in a standing position. And that is out of the question in her current condition. It is a struggle getting the stretcher with Nellie on it through the window opening, but they make it. Now it is down the stairs and into the ambulance.

The traffic is heavy. It is that time of day. They leave with the sirens blaring. Traffic moves to the side of the road and lets the ambulance pass. The hospital personnel are waiting when they arrive at Los Angeles County General Hospital that hot August day.

The emergency room doctors access the situation and inform Terry. “All efforts will be made to save the baby,” the doctor says.

“What about Nellie?” Terry asks.

“She is not our concern at the moment. The baby is. Say your prayers. She is going to need them. Until the baby is safe, our efforts will not be on her. She may not make it in her condition.” The doctor points to the waiting room and asks Terry to wait there.

Terry finds a pay phone and calls Peg and Don, informing them of what is happening. They tell Terry, “We are on our way there.” They stop at a flower shop to pick up some flowers for Nellie on their way in.

Hours pass. Terry paces the hall and waiting room, waiting for word on the baby and word on Nellie’s condition. The doctor comes out to the waiting room. “Mr. Smith, you are the proud daddy of a healthy Nine pound baby boy,” he announces.

“How is Nellie?” Terry immediately asks.

“She is still with us. The next twenty-four hours will be crucial for her, if she makes it,” he says.  “She lost a lot of blood.”

“May we see her? May we see the baby?” Peg and Don ask in unison.

“Yes, you may see them both. I’ll have the nurse bring the baby to her room,” he replies.

They all walk together to Nellie’s room. Currently, she is in a private room. They will be moving her to the ward tomorrow. She is not expected to leave the hospital for a few days. Peg enters the room alone; the guys are just outside the door. Peg asks, “How are you feeling, Nellie?”

“I needs to talk to ya alone, Peg” She says, “Can you ask the boys to stay outside for a minute.”



“Sure.” Peg answers. She catches the guys just before they enter and tells them to wait just a minute because she needs to talk to Nellie about women stuff.

They nod, and continue walking down the hall toward the babies.

Meanwhile back in the room with Nellie, Peg asks, “What’s bothering you, Nellie?”

“I wants out of here,” she cries. “They treat me like a slab of beef.” She explains. “When the baby be coming,” she hesitates momentarily, “They slice me open half way down my leg!” she exclaims. “It still be open. They never stitch me up.”

Peg goes over to her. She pulls back the covers and looks at the cut that extends down Nellies leg on one side. She takes a deep breathe. She says, “Nellie, I will be right back. I will take care of this right now.”

I must remind you, reader, Peg is 5’2” (if that), but she has a voice that carries for miles. And when she is mad, you might think she just got off a boat with a bunch of sailors who have been out to sea too long. The words that come out of that woman’s mouth will make a sailor blush.

The nurse did not know what to say to her after Peg let loose.  Cutting Nellie’s leg is uncalled for.  What did they expect to do? Give birth via her leg?  The nurse excuses herself to get the doctor. That is who Peg wants to talk to anyways. She lays it on him. I am not going to repeat what is said. I think you can imagine that part for yourself.

One thing the doctor did right away was apologize. And he shot off some orders to the nurse to meet him down at Nellie’s room with the medical things he needs to finish what he should have done immediately after the baby is born. His excuse for not doing it immediately is because he did not think she is going to make it. And his main concern then is for the baby, not Nellie.

The main thing now is: it is being done. “Nellie,” the doctor says, “I am truly sorry to have neglected to care for you the way I should have. Please forgive me,” he pleads. “I was in such a hurry to deliver your baby alive, my knife cuts more than need be.  I am truly sorry.”  

Nellie nods; and wipes her tears away. She looks over at Peg and says, “Thank you, sis.”

The baby is brought to the room as soon as the doctor finishes stitching Nellie’s wound.

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Tales of Mom 11

The Good News and the Bad News

Peg meets Don outside when he gets off work. She tells him what is transpiring. And she tells him, “Nellie is pregnant with her first baby.”

Instead of allowing her to finish her ranting, Don butts in. saying, “Terry has a warrant out for his arrest”. Don takes a deep breath and then continues, “He did not spend the night at the camp; he took off.” Again he takes a deep breath, “He didn’t leave alone.” He hesitates momentarily. “He was with a 16 years old girl,” he blurts out quickly. “They left for parts unknown according to camp officials”, he explains.




“Her daddy has his gun in hand, thinking there is going to be a shotgun wedding. If her daddy catches up with Terry before the sheriff,” Don says rubbing his chin, “You may be planning a funeral.” Don says under his breath, “I pray he does not kill him.”

Don and Peg decide: Don will go out looking for Terry. When he finds him, he will let Peg know somehow. They pay the rent for the month. And they shop for groceries, purchasing plenty of food to stock them for the month. Then, he says, “We can decide what to do next when that time comes.”

Don sets out in Peg’s car the next morning, leaving the convertible for the women, as it is more comfortable.

Weeks go by without word. They work some when work is available. Nellie and Peggy decide to take a walk down to the river. Peggy looks around. They are alone. She decides to live dangerously. She strips down to her underwear. “Come on Nellie; join me in the water, “Peggy says.

“I don’ts want to drown!” Nellie exclaims.

“Come on! You won’t drown,” Peg reassures her.

Nellie shakes her head no and tells her, “No! I don’ts swim.”

Peggy jumps in. “Come on Nellie, it is not deep. Join me.”

“No!” Nellie replies firmly.

Nellie remembers when Pa tries to teach her to swim. It still terrifies her when she thinks of it. Pa picks her up and throws her in the river just as he does with all the others kids. He says, “Kick your feet and paddle your arms. That will keep you afloat.”

Nevertheless Nellie goes under. She panics. She does not kick. She does not paddle. She sinks to the bottom. Nellie allows fear to get the best of her and does not do as she is told.

Pa screams at her, “Kick, paddle!” All the while, Pa is taking off his clothes. Then he jumps in to save her. Since then, Nellie panics at the mere sight of water.

Peggy splashes the water up on the bank where Nellie is sitting. She screams and jumps up. “Don’t”, she cries out. “I am scared of da wat’r!”

In the meantime, Don catches up with Terry in San Diego. He is working at the shipyards. He tries to join the service, but does not pass the physical. They rate him a 4F, meaning he is not fit for duty. The young girl is with him.

Don says to Terry as soon as he can get him alone, “There is a warrant out for your arrest.” He adds,”Don’t you have a lick of sense, man?” Don tells him, “It can be quite serious since you crossed the state line with her.” He adds, “You need to lose her! Now! Put her on a bus heading back to her father,” he tells him. “You’re crazy to keep her with you anymore.”

Terry ignores Don’s pleas.

“You are a married man, Terry. You are not single! You cannot marry her. Besides,” he adds, “Her daddy’s going to kill you. Ditch her. Cut your losses, before you are arrested.”

Terry ignores him.

When the girl comes in the room, she starts hanging all over Terry.

Don stands up to leave, telling him, “I will see you later. Think about what I said, Terry”.

Don finds a phone and calls the property owner back where the girls are staying and leaves a message for Peggy to call him back at the payphone at 7:00 o’clock; he will be waiting for her call.

When Peggy calls back, he tells her where they are and that the girl is still here with Terry and that he will be working on getting the girl on a bus heading back to her father.

“In the meantime, Peggy, you and Nellie pack up and head out here,” he says. “Call me every night at 7:00 o’clock to let me know where you are. I love you and take care with your driving.”

Peggy and Nellie set out in Don’s car.



(This is a picture of Don’s car. Nellie is sitting in the front. That is Don. The picture is taken before this trip they are on now.)

When they leave, the top is down, allowing the heat from the sun’s rays to warm their bodies. Later however, a chilly breeze comes up, requiring them to halt to keep from freezing. Both Nellie and Peggy try to get the top up, but, the top will not budge. They lack the strength to force it. Anxious as they are to reach their destination, they decide to continue driving all night, if need be, regardless of the weather.

To keep warm, they retrieve Nellie’s quilts from the trunk. Laying one quilt over their lap and wrapping another around their head and shoulders like a cape, they continue on their way.

The highlight of their trip takes place outside of San Diego on a hill or mountain with an elevation of 6,000 ft. It is freezing cold. It is Middle-of-the-night. The brakes on the car go out. Peg, as stubborn as she is, is still determined to make it down that hill, brakes or not.

Therefore, she takes the remainder of Nellie’s quilts and throws them over Nellie’s head. Peggy says, “Keep your head down!” Then, Peggy takes off down the mountain without any brakes.

At the bottom of the hill, Peggy pulls into a gas station for brake fluid and directions to the address Don gave her.

The attendant tells her,” it is going to take more than just brake fluid, Miss. There is a bad leak. The fluid is just going right through.” He wipes his greasy hands on a rag. Then he continues, “I will not be able to get a new hose line until morning after the parts house opens.” He points to the motel, “I recommend you stay at the motel next door until then.”

Peg and Nellie grab their luggage out of the automobile. “See you tomorrow then,” Peg says.

They walk to the motel. They check in. They rent one room, one bed which they will share. They hit the rack, exhausted.

The next morning after a cup of coffee, they check on the repair of the automobile. “Your automobile is ready,” the attendant reports.

“Thank you,” Peg says. “I really appreciate your quick work on my vehicle. We really need to get moving.” They pay for the repairs. And with the directions in hand, they hit the road again. It is not far to their destination.

Don is sitting on the stoop drinking his morning coffee when they drive up. “Have you had breakfast?” He asks.

“No, we have not yet eaten,” Peggy answers.

Nellie shakes her head to the left and right.

“There is a nice café just around the corner,” Don says. “Wait here, I’ll grab my wallet and treat you to a nice hot breakfast.” Don goes inside.

Don tells Terry, “The girls are here.” He grabs his wallet and hat. “Now,” he says, “Take that girl to the bus station as soon as I leave with Peggy and Nellie.”

“Okay!” Terry exclaims. “She’ll be out of here when you get back.”

The girl puts up a fight and insists she is not leaving. Terry gets her bags, picks her up, and takes her to the bus station and leaves. He arrives back at the apartment shortly before the others return from breakfast.

Within an hour after Nellie and Peggy arrive back at the apartment, there is a knock on the door. Don answers the door. “Is Terry here?” A police officer asks.

“Whose there?” Peggy calls out to Don who had gone to answer the door.

“It is the police. They are looking for Terry. They are here to arrest him”, Don says, “The police have a warrant. Peggy, tell your brother to get his butt out here.”

“Okay, will do.” Peggy goes to the bedroom where Terry is laying down. “Get your lazy butt up”, she says, “You’ve got visitors that insist on seeing now”! She exclaims.

When Terry comes out, the police arrest him on the spot, handcuffing him and placing him in the back seat of the police car.

Terry learns the girl called her father from the bus depot, telling him Terry’s whereabouts. Her father notifies the police of Terry’s location. Charges are filed. Consequently, the San Diego Police Department issues a warrant for Terry’s arrest.

Nellie and Peggy go to Terry’s arraignment. After hearing Terry’s statement and seeing Nellie’s condition, the Judge makes a decision to release Terry into Nellie’s custody.

The Judge says to Nellie, “If this man so much as looks at another woman, Nellie, you are ordered to contact me personally. Do you understand?” He says.

Nellie Nods.

“He will go to jail quicker than you can snap your fingers. This is the condition for his release to you.” The Judge says, “He is to tow the mark. Do you understand?” He again asks Nellie.

Nellie answers, “Yes.”

“Nellie, you are to tie him to your apron strings. He is to do his duty as a husband and father or he will spend the next 5 to 10 years in jail. Do you understand, Terry?” The Judge stares at Terry.

Terry hangs his head down, Lifts it back up and replies, “Yes, Your Honor, I understand and will abide by your ruling.”

The Judge hit his gavel and exclaims, “Next case!”

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Tales of Mom 10


In Search of Terry


Peg, Terry’s sister, is younger than Nellie. But she is mature. She’s been married twice. The first marriage lasts all of two weeks until she deserts him after finding out he wants to keep her barefoot and pregnant. Only thing is she isn’t able to have kids of her own. He is also demanding and domineering. He transforms into an entirely different person the day they marry. Peg, on the other hand. Is an independent sole and in her mind’s eye, if anyone is going to do the controlling, she will be the one in charge. Their differences do not meet a common ground. If they stay together, they will wind up killing each other. A divorce is not easily come by; impossible if a woman tries to initiate the process. Still since Peg deserts Herald, he has the option to file for divorce on those grounds (desertion) and he does.

Peg learns she is a free woman again when an article appears in the local paper announcing the dissolving of the marriage between Harold Marsh and Peggy M. Smith because of desertion.

“Woo-pee! Woo-pee! Woo-pee! There is a time for everything under the sun. Today is my time to celebrate!” She exclaims. “Free at last! Free at last!” Peg saves that announcement from the paper.

Herald is a bad boy type, so she is better off without him. Before they marry and for a few runs after, Herald sent Peg on trip runs moving bootleg liquor from wet counties to dry counties in his huge truck for which he also hauls vegetables at the same time. Herald says, “Baby Peg, must earn ya keep,” shaking his finger at her, he continues shooting out commands,” Don’t speed. Stay within the limits. I don’t want to visit ya in jail.”



(Herald Marsh’s truck)

Peg is only 5’2” tall so to accommodate her height, he fastens 4 by4 blocks to the pedals so she can drive the big truck. No one ever suspects a young innocent looking girl is breaking the law. He stashes the bootleg in the center and surrounds it with vegetable crates full of fresh vegetables and fruits.


(Peg, sitting on top of vegetable crates)

Now she is married to her second husband, Don McKenzie. He is a sweet, polite young man who is fun and caring too. Peg is driving Nellie Mae up to the C.C.C. (Clyde Citizens Training Corp School) where the guys are at. They set out alone in Peg’s car on this trip.

The automobile runs good, no mechanical problems, no flat tires, nothing. All Pa’s worries are for nothing.

When they arrive at the C.C.C., Nellie surprises Terry; he did not know she was coming. Don knew, but didn’t share the information with him. Terry seems happy to see Nellie Mae. Terry and Don were staying in the barracks, but now Peg and Nellie are here continuing there is out of the question. They all decide to camp out in the desert.

Terry Smith & Nellie Mae (Coffin) Smith camping out

(Terry and Nellie Mae camping out)

The desert becomes their home for a short while until between the four of them they can scrounge up enough money to rent a place together. 

Nellie Mae and her brother-in-law, Don, are live off the land type of people.  They catch a jack-rabbit and make rabbit stew.  The meat is gamy and a little bit tuff, but it provides nourishment.

Early one evening as the desert starts to cool down, they discover an uninvited guest in the camp, a rattlesnake.

Peg hollers, “Don, there is a snake over there.’  She continues, “It is headed over here.  Kill it, Don,  Kill it!”

Nellie grabs the shovel.  She holds it up above her head, ready to strike at it if it gets too close.  “I’m ready.” 

Don grabs the rifle, cocks it, and aims.  “Have you ever eat snake?” Don asks. “It makes my mouth water just thinking about it,” he says as he pulls the trigger. “We are going to feast tonight!” 

The snake jumps from the power of the rifle bullet hitting him in the head.  Nellie gives the final blow when she brings the point of the shovel head down upon its neck, instantly chopping off the head from the body. 

“I dibs da rattler,” Nellie interjects.

“I don’t there will be any objections to your request. I’ll clean her and get her ready to cook,” Don says as he picks up the snake by the tail and lays it across the rocks to clean and prepare it to cook. As he is skinning the snake he says, “Wrestle us up some potatoes, Nellie.  They’ll taste mighty good with this delicacy we are having for supper,” Don adds.

Don lays the skin of the snake across the rocks to dry.  “Peg, you want this snake skin after it cures for one of your crafts?”

“Maybe,” she replies.  “I have never worked with a snake skin.  Have to wait and see what I can do with it.”

After the meal, they all agree the snake was the best eating they have ever had.  “I hope we gets more uninvited guests,” Peg says.  “That was delicious!”


(Nellie Mae and her brother-in-law, Don (Peg’s husband))

Nellie feels good about the arrangement. She is thrifty, a good cook, and knows how to pinch the pennies in rough times. Camping gives the couples the time to have fun exploring the desert and the opportunity to get to know each other again. Nellie brought the four quilts she made to keep them warm, if need be. She was busy the last two years adding to her hope chest while waiting for the day they will again be together.

Nellie Mae’s and Terry’s time together is like having the honeymoon, they never had.


(Nellie Mae and Terry)


(Nellie Mae and Terry)


(Tetters field in Arizona)

Peg and Nellie get a few hours’ work a day at Tetter’s field, picking produce. Nellie picks up some of the toss asides to help make ends meet; she plans to throw them in with a pot of soup for the evening meal.

By sharing a place with Peg and her husband Don, Nellie and Terry make ends meet. It seems everyone is happy about the arrangement. We find a place. It is small, but the four of us manage.

The previous tenants left some flower pots. Nellie says, “I can plant a few vegetables to help us out. Some vegetables can reproduce without planting seeds. Don’t throw away the end of the cabbage, lettuce, celery, green onions. I can plant them and produce new crops from them; it will help out eventually with our food bill.”


(Peg and Don McKenzie)

Six month fly by. To Nellie this time with Terry is like having the honeymoon she always wanted, only the time together, loving each other, matters.

When Terry says, “I have to work late”, he looks right into her eyes. “Don’t expect me home,” he continues, caressing her cheek gently with his hand. “I am going to spend the night at the camp.”

She makes no qualms about his announcement, loving him and trusting him as she does. The next morning when Nellie Mae awakes, she decides to spend some time alone exploring the town. So she sets out early walking before Peg wakes. She wants to be alone to think and decide how she is going to break her good news to everyone, especially Terry.

Occasionally, she kicks at the dirt on the road and watches the wind gather each speck of dust into a funnel shape as if it were a mini tornado, moving them swiftly across the road, only to let them scatter when they reach their destination.

She longs for the time the leaves on the trees will turn red, yellow, and orange and the scene will be full of lustrous colors. Before long, they will be falling to the ground and making way for the winter freeze.

At the cross road, she turns sharply to the left onto brick pavement. The morning dew still lingers on the red bricks, making them slippery in some places. Nellie carefully steps around the wet places. Ahead she sees the shops, some just opening the door for business.

At the general store, she purchases a Dr. Pepper, knitting needles, and a ball of yarn. Dr. Pepper just went on the market in her state. According to her acquaintances, its distribution will take place in the southern states first and then go on sale nationally shortly thereafter. Nellie was personally asked my her personal friends to invest in the initial promotion of the soda at its start up, but she just could not see how she could part with the little money she had, especially since the involves a risk. Now she wishes she had, as the product is selling well in the south; it had its beginning in her hometown of Denison.

This little town is much larger than her hometown. The shops are quaint and interesting. “Nothing wrong with window shopping,” she tells herself, “it don’t cost a red cent.  We needs be pinching our pennies to makes ends meet.”   She suddenly feels drawn to a distant display window; she doesn’t understand why. She is too far away from the window to tell just what it is that compels her so. She can see the sign hanging over the door. Printed in big bold letters is the name: Crockett’s Pawn Shop. “Never be in a town large ‘nough for a pawnshop”, she says under her breath. Little does she realize the signs meaning. She stands in front of the window, looking in.

The sun’s reflection blocks her view. To obstruct the glare of the sun, she places both her hands next to her eyes and presses her face to the window. She is shocked.

“Dat be my quilt!” She exclaims. “How’d my quilt get dar?” She asks herself in a low voice.

A hand-printed sign is leaning on the quilt; it reads, For Sale $25. She immediately goes inside, anxious to discover the answer to her question. Pointing to the quilt, she says, “Dat quilt—”

“That quilt can be yours little lady for $25.” a man behind the counter replies quickly before she can finish her sentence.

He takes the quilt from the window case and says, “Just look at the fine stitching”. Bringing the quilt close to her so she can inspect it, he says, “Why, it’s a steal for the price.”

“Its’ be stole,” she replies.

“Shall I wrap it for you?” He asks, thinking she means she wants to buy it from him.

“It’s be stole,” she repeats, “dem fine stiches be mine,“ she adds. “Ya can’t’s sell my quilt!” She yells. “Cant’s sells a body’s history,” she cries. With tears flowing from her eyes like a dam bursting from the weight of its burden, she grabs the quilt from his grasp before her tears blind her.

The storekeeper does not want any part of this. Nellie’s tears and sobs bring on lookers, which is not good for his business. After all, she says the quilt is stole; it belongs to her. He does not want his business to get a black eye from such an accusation, so he comforts her; and he tells her to take the quilt back, explaining when he bought it he did not know it was stolen property.

His description (tall, about 6’4’’”, dark hair, wearing a captain’s hat) of the man who sells him the quilt yesterday fits Terry to a tee. The storekeeper tells her, “He said he was on his way out of town so there will not be any chance of catching up with him and setting all this straight.”

Nellie remains silent (except for her sobs). She thought they were both happy.

clip_image018 (Terry & Nellie)

Terry never gives her any indication he has contrary thoughts about them as a couple. “Just when things are going so well,” she thinks. “Now I have to wonder: Is he coming back? Have I been deserted?”

She cries all the way back to the place they share with Don and Peg. “What am I going to do.? I am with child. Terry does not know. Nobody knows, just me.”

Don has already gone to work. Peg is still there. Nellie pours her heart out. Peg’s mouth drops open. “My brother’s a cad!” She exclaims.

“He does not know,” Nellie sobs.

“Well he is going to be finding out real quick!”

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