21. I can’t remember whether Ivy and I knew what “We might
move” meant. Until we moved. Mommy and Daddy left in the Model A with Arville
and Diane. Ivy and I stayed with Granny because as Daddy explained “You have to
go to school.”
Two weeks later Daddy returned—not with Mommie—not with the
Model A—but with Uncle Lawrence and his three quarter
truck. We were moving. Not just down the road or over the hill but far away to
a place called Crab Orchard.
Ivy and I returned from our last day at school in Tazewell
to Granny’s house to the truck loaded with all our worldly goods, which were
not that many.
Long after dark and a long ride we arrived at the house. A mansion. It was the most fantastic house I had ever
seen. A large white two story house with shutters and a porch along the whole
front. I was so glad we had moved. Ivy and I agreed that it was a good thing to move.
But this was not our house. This house
belonged to Uncle Lawrence.
The next morning we saw our house—not too shabby compared to
the little house in the Basin, but nothing as grand as Uncle Lawrence’s and Aunt
Mirtie’s house
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