Childhood Story #2

“There was a baby after me but he didn’t live long.  We were poor and I remember the menfolk taking down a door in the house to saw apart for a casket.  They used Aunt Billie’s wedding gown to line it.”

I’m cheating to include that story.  That was not from the usual Bedtime Story Repository.  As odd as the stories were that I heard in my youth, the older I got the more I learned about my family.   Hard times a lot of the time.

Last year I was confirming some genealogical info for my cousin and stumbled across an Ancestry.com entry of the baby’s death certificate.  His name was David.