Yes, Lord, he was a better housekeeper than me. I didn't
Page 21 have to worry about. . . . He was a good cook, too. He
could do me about anything. He wouldn't wash dishes; that was one thing
you couldn't get him to do.
[Laughter] And
bake bread. Now, he didn't like that. But outside of that, he could just
cook anything. And that was a blessing, because he could have one meal
done, and me one, you know, while we was a-changing shifts. And when he
cooked, he used light bread or rolls or something. By the time my oldest
girl. . . . Now that was the one next to the oldest, that one there? Now
every one I've got's a good cook, just like me. I ain't bragging, but I
figure I am a good cook; I've been at it long enough. And they all are
good cooks, too, all five of them. By the time they could be knee-high
to a grasshopper, I put them to work.
[Laughter]
And it seemed like they enjoyed it. And we washed clothes, just
rub them on a washboard with our hands. Oh! Maybe a hundred diapers at a
time. You know, there wasn't no Pampers like there are now. And I had
two babies at a time, sometimes three, wearing diapers. And I mean, I'd
work down here and come home, and me and them girls would wash them
clothes, rub them on a washboard.