Page 11 - DAPHNE HART - MY MAMA STORY (AUDIO VERSION)

There were two homes, known as the top yard and the bottom yard. I
stayed at the top yard but had to go to the bottom yard to eat and sleep.

But in a short time, we were back on the road again, going to Rose Hill.

I can't remember what our transportation was like. It could have been a

cart pulled by a donkey or a mule; they called it the milk cart. All I

remember is I was hurting all over. My little Butt was hurting from
sitting on a hard surface for a long time —I mean a long time.

I always equated traveling with pain. I preferred walking over sitting
on those hard seats, being pulled by a Mule or a donkey, on those rough

roads for hours.

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