Waal, I don't have ta ask; I know I have never tole you this one. Don't talk about it, but hit's been many year a gone now, 'n I know your curiosity is higher'n a kite, now thet I mention this a while ago.
I was a lad, seventeen, I was, a growin' up in the hills. Stringbean, I moughta been called. Six-three, thereabouts, 'n a hunnert seventy pound. Wiry. Tough, too. Could work a fourteen hour day should it need be.
Anyway, your great grandparents live with their fambly over to the next holler. I know them all my life. Got six chilren, they did, 'n your grandma was the oldest the bunch. Now she turn nineteen, she marry ol' Sam. The next girl to her is Grace. I know Grace since we were both in nappers, but you know, she jes' one of the kids. Then, like I said, I am seventeen and of a sudden 'n I know not why, hit hit me thet she was the gorgeousest, most angelic creature what ever walk, an' I know I want her to my side forever and ever. 'Course I had to convince her thet is where she want to be.
Waal, thoo good fortune more than great skill, I woo that girl, win her over. No detail needed; we jump the broomstick, I have jes' turn eighteen, 'n she is seventeen. Now to be clear, "jump the broomstick" is on'y a manner of speakin', for we got the papers we need over to Rogersville, 'n Preacher Marston perform th' ceremony right there in Palmer Baptist Church. Everythin' legal and righteous.
We have agree thet we want kids. Lots and lots a kids, on account she come from a happy fambly with lots a kids, 'n my parents have a right smart passel 'n 'm, too. Seem the right thing to do. So we do the right thing, 'n behole! Grace is with child. Two happier younguns you never see! But it warn't to be. On'y two month after she tell me the good news, she tell me when I come in from work of an evenin' thet she lost the child thet afternoon.
We grieve some, 'course we did. But soon enough, she tell me good news again. An' this time it go the same as it did with the first one. Two sadder people you never hope to meet. So this time we go over to Doc Barrett, an' we talk with him, 'n he examine the little lady, 'n we talk some more. He advise us that it is likely Grace cannot bear chilren, an' it would be wise for us to take steps to avoid pregnancy.
This is when we decide to pull outa the hills and start a new life away fum the folk we grow up with. We move to Colorado. After a while, we go to the city to talk with a special sort of doctor. He tell us the ol' doctor in the hills was right, 'n the best thing for us is for Grace to have surgery, insure her well-being, doncha know.
Thet was a long time ago. The rest of the story you know. You see afore you the two barren ol' people we have become. Plans in this ol' life don't always work out the way we want, but we are blessed. We have whut we need, we have friends and neighbors, lots of lovin' nieces 'n nephews, 'n I still have the most angelic woman on this Earth, an' life goes on.
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