Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All

Beware of using up your last forty years in being the curator of your first fifty.

How soon, sugar, the terrible becomes routine. We've all got this dangerous built-in talent: for turning horrors into errands. You hear folks wonder how the Germans could have done it? I believe part of the answer is: They made extermination be a nine-to-five activity. You know, salaries? Lunch breaks? And the staff came and did their job and went home and ate supper and slept and woke and came back and did their job and went home and ate their supper and slept and woke and came back and did their job. --That's partly how you get anything done, especially a chore what's dreadful, dreadful. -- Honey? we've all got to be real careful of what we can get used to.

(Spring is the earth forgiving itself.)

I started thinking of my absentee diamond. My thumb and little finger kept reaching for their pet and sidekick.

Seemed our house stirred up troubles enough to keep a radio soap show in daily episodes forever.

Once you harden, the arteries do.

All their lives they’ve said how Folks that don’t Work should Starve. Now they can’t work but they ain’t ready for what they been wishing on the shiftless of all races.

Fifteen, that’s the age when the only world event that counts is whatever mood you’re in that day.