That's my Martha. She's a good soul. She helps me keep this place going.

It's hard, to watch your children get old. You expect it to happen to your parents, but when you watch a child starting to go grey and stooped you kinda remember what you must be looking like.

As a baby she loved chewing on molly bolts. It always struck me so funny. It got so that she'd beg for one. What a funny picture. That little baby, chewing on a molly bolt like it was a candy cane. God it made her mother mad. That baby loved it though.

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This story was created at the 1st Annual Digital Storytelling Festival
©1995 by Greg Roach