ghbors together. those were real people with real problems and they had real dreams about getting out of the depression. i can remember summer nights when we’d put down what we called the baptist pallet, and we listened to the grown-ups talk. i can still hear the sound of the dominoes clicking on the marble slab my daddy had found for a tabletop. i can still hear the laughter of the man telling jokes you weren’t supposed to hear – talkin' about how big that old buck deer was, laughin' about mama puttin' clorox in the well when the frog fell in.
they talked about war and washington and what this country needed. they talked the straight talk. and it came from people who were living their lives as best they could. and that’s what we’re going to do tonight. we’re going to tell how the cow ate the cabbage.
i got a letter last week from a young mother in lorena, texas, and i wanna read part of it to you. she writes,
“our worries go from pay day to pay day, just like millions of others. and we have two fairly decent incomes, but i worry how i’m going to pay the rising car insurance and food. i pray my kids don’t have a growth spurt from august to december, so i don’t have to buy new jeans. we buy clothes at the budget stores and we have them fray and fade and stretch in the first wash. we ponder and try to figure out how we're gonna pay for college and braces and tennis shoes. we don’t take vacations and we don’t go out to eat. please don’t think me ungrateful. we have jobs and a nice place to live, and we’re healthy. we're the people you see every day in the grocery stores, and we obey the laws and pay our taxes. we fly our flags on holidays and we plod along trying to
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