When we moved to the Old Holland Place on the Packing House road, I was four years old. The house was wood and unpainted but daddy wanted to move us out of government housing near Opp where he could have some land to farm. Mama wasn't too excited about it. It seems that he bought it without her seeing it. Guess she could "like it or lump it," as the old saying goes. I've said before that Mama never complained, but I sensed her disappointment.
I remember walking through the front door of that high ceiling large room for the first time. I spotted something moving along the base of the wall and immediately said to Mama, "Oh Mama, we have baby rats."
"Baby rats, my foot. That is nothing proud to have." It wasn't long until mother had what we called rat traps set out for the little creatures and soon they were all gone.
I guess that was the only time I ever remember liking rats in my life.
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