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             called Stringtown) on which my Mom would lift us up (no steps to
             porch), really a side porch and give us fresh, hot-baked roly-polies
             made out of pie-crust rolled up and sprinkled with cinnamon and
             sugar. Bake til golden brown. That’s the whole recipe. I also had a
             rabbit (a white pet—my very own) which I really do not remember,
             but my parents always told me about it as it would only come to
             me when called, but some mean older boys up the street killed it by
             throwing it by its legs in the air and letting it fall to the ground dead.
                 My next recollection was when I was three years old and we
             moved into our new home which my parents purchased—a big
             8-room concrete block home—fenced-in yard—upstairs porch and
             front porch. It was the second house on the right from the main
             street. None of the streets had names. I remember trying to open
             the gate the day we purchased it and we all went up to look at it.
             I don’t remember the actual moving-in day but we spent many a
             happy day there until we moved when I was eleven to Jacksonville.
                 I had three brothers, John, Jimmie, and Harold, and one
             sister, Norine. My two older brothers, John and Jimmie, used to
             come into our room at night and run their hands up and down the
             wallpaper and make my sister and me think it was a bat, as once
             a bat did get in and we were a little apprehensive about being in
             that room, because my maternal grandmother [Honorah Anastasia
             McDonough-Lawler] died in that room when I was five years old.
             I always remember Grandma Lawler always had big round mints
             in her room with the Triple “XXX” on them and would give them
             to us. She took to her room when she was sixty years old, and
             never came down except to rock for three years until she died at
             age sixty-three.
                 Living in such a small town, I liked the woods which were
             only about two or three blocks away on what was called the Illinois
             River bluffs, and we always went there in the spring and picked
             wild flowers or just to hike. My brothers, John and Jimmie, went
             mushrooming, ginseng hunting (used to sell it to the local doctor),
             walnut gathering, and trapping possums. One morning when they
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