Donna Leanne Dickinson, was my little sister. As annoying as a little sister could be, I loved and protected her. We had moved from the "shack" and into a small house in town, across from the Baptist Church. Still in Kindergarten, even though the house was a little better, we still were so poor. I realize now, we must have been on some kind of food stamp program, why we never had much food, I'm not sure about.
One school morning, getting up, the house had ran out of gas/heat, we all cuddled in my parents room to keep warm that night. We had no breakfast, but I remember my mother telling me "don't worry, when you get home from school there will be some food here". Off to school I went, my sister wasn't in school yet. Kindergarten, we had snack, carton of milk and some kind of cookies. I remembered my sister was home with no food, so I ask the teacher, Mrs. Neirgarth, could I bring some cookies and milk home for my sister, we don't have any food at our house. Looking back, she probably thought how pitiful, but times were different then, people didn't stick their nose in other family business, although, many MANY times, I wish they would have. She graciously gave me all the left over cookies and a couple cartons of milk for me and my sister. Off to home I went, so excited to bring the treats home. Oh boy was I in for trouble! Walking into the house, presenting what I thought was a GREAT thing, my mother and father, asking where I had obtained them, when I told them, I was yelled at. Scolded, my mother repeating "I TOLD YOU we would have food in the house". Looking back, I'm sure she was more embarrassed then angry at me. However, either my me and my asking for the snacks or by way of food stamps, we went to bed, cold, but with full bellies. :)
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