Aunt Mollie couldn’t get along with her sisters and mother. She would find some way to have them mad at her, then she would go visit themafter a few months just as though there hadn’t been cross words. Mother said, one day Papa went to see them and Aunt Mollie was in her garden pulling up her young onions. Dada said, "Mollie what are you doing?" She said, "Don’t talk to me! I’m mad at Bill." She and Bill would get mad at each other and not speak for long times.
He (Bill) finally went to Louisville to work for L&N railroad. They would lay him off and then call him back. During the time of my fathers sickness he had a layoff. He always called me "onion head", one day as he went home he said," Onion head go home with me." He was on horse back, he always had a pretty horse and saddle. I said I would go, so he asked Mom. He took me by the arm and pulled up in front of him. When we got to his house, Aunt Mollie didn’t do anything for me. He fixed my meals, and when bedtime came he pulled my shoes off and pitched me in the front of the bed, then he crawled in the back. I stayed two nights. Aunt Mollie acted like I wasn’t there. He left me in bed till the chores were done, then came in and cook ham and eggs, and we ate breakfast. Then he took me with him to turn out the animals and put them in the pasture. I followed him all day. I second day he took me back home.
Then when Aunt Mollie came to see papa, she would always bring us somthing in a basket. She’d walk through the woods, she knew all the wild plants to cook and eat, she’d gather what we called greens as she went home. When she asked me to come home with her, she would see to me. Even braid my hair. So, when I was her guest there I slept with her. I stayed longer when she took me, perhaps a week. She was a terrible housekeeper. She always found something to do outside. When we all had the flu Aunt Mollie was afraid to get it. The Dr’s had told her she had weak lungs. So, she brought Lottie and Martin to our house, (Mabel died with it, but Aunt Mollie wouldn’t go to the house or funeral.) Aunt Mollie would come to the window everyday and ask how everyone was, but she never thought abut cooking food and bringing it for us.