“FIRE, RAIN AND LIES”…
An excerpt from the beginning of my autobiography:
These days I contemplate the mystery of life, of my life; and that I exist at all, born in the South during a time when people were trying to pull out of the Great Depression, the year was 1939. The rural South I am told, was affected the most. My daddy worked as a tenant farmer, never making enough money to get ahead, but just enough to buy some store bought foods. I guess that you could say that we were better off than most, many were forced to beg, train hop, or look for daily work to feed their families.
“Above is a watercolor painting I did of the place where I was born, fortunately it was there long enough for me to place it in memory. It was unoccupied and burned down by vandals in 1949”.
My daddy use to say, if Hoover had been reelected everybody in the south would have starved to death, he was tired of eating Hoover gravy; as it turned out he lived on Hoover gravy and fatback for years. Even when Mr. Roosevelt was elected and long after the depression was over my daddy would find himself no better off.
My mother and daddy married in May 1932, my sister was born in February 1933; this would be the only child my mother ever wanted. She was almost happy in those days, then in 1938, she found out she was pregnant with me…
I repeat these days I contemplate the mystery of life, of my life; and why I exist at all!
[This autobiography is ongoing and has been for a few years, complicated, thorny and heartbreaking I continue to write about a life fill with abuse, sprinkles of happiness and mammoth lies. I will bring you updates from time to time.]
Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree
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