Saturday, November 7, 2009
When the moon was full and red, the monster would mimic the cries of a woman in distress with the hope of luring men into its terrible gaping jaws. Rae wasn’t fooled. She had lost her father to this fate when she was just a baby. On those nights, she would hide under the covers and think of her father while anxiously waiting for the sun to rise.
When times were tough, Ida and Levia picked scrap cotton to help their parents make ends meet. Cotton picking was hard work and the girls would often have blistered and bleeding hands as a result. One day, while the girls were hard at work, an odd looking fellow showed up with a banjo. The stranger started to play and the girls watched with amazement as the cotton turned into the softest clouds.