Jewel in the Rough

It was late November, and the pecans are about to fall from their secured places on the branches. The days are rushing into the night. And the first chilling cold has set in the core of our bones. But as the dates pass and the night came, there was a static entity that never changes. This melancholy spirit is as stable as the moon which inhabits the sky. The spirited lady being described is the historian of her generation. This book is about her childhood which molded her in to a great lady. Her walk had the spring of an Olympic track star and the sparkle in her eyes had the look of a polish diamond. This remarkable lady has weathered the storms of life unlike many other people of her time. This wonderful soul was born in the year of 1904. Deep in the woods of Palestine Texas, where trees are always green and the fresh small of pine aroma dances in the pouches of the nose. The saying that Mrs. Rolla always muttered was "HOW DID WE DO IT"