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)