We lived so poor mama use to take meat skins and boil them in a pan, or put them in the oven, old bacon skins we'd get from the store, ten cents for a sack-full about that high. And that's how we got the lard. And they'd put that in the corn bread when we made our corn pone. And we'd have that and black-eyed peas, and sorghum molasses. That's about all we had the year around.

We came through Phoenix the other day when it was around about a hundred and eleven. When we got up here, why, I was about ready to hunt my overcoat up. Is this the climate year round, about like this? Somebody said it was this way practically all the time. (Note: speaking of the temperature, a hundred and eleven degrees Fahrenheit)