Cherrix, Fred (1900-1988)&Cherrix, Emily (1902-1993) |
Worcester County Library: Local History and Genealogy Collection, Snow Hill Branch, Snow Hill, MD
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Interviewee: |
Fred Cherrix (1900-1988) & Emily Cherrix (1902-1993) |
| Interviewer: | Karen Shockley |
| Date of interview: |
1982 April |
| Length of interview: | 45 min |
| Transcribed by: | Sylvia Hamilton, Worcester County Library |
| Preferred Citation: |
“Name, Oral History Collection, Date of Interview, Worcester County Library, Snow Hill Branch, Snow Hill, Maryland.” |
Topical Terms:
Farming
Public Hanging
Snow Hill (Md.)—History
Worcester County (Md.)—History
Worcester County (Md.)—Social life and customs
Worcester County (Md.)—Women’s History
Location Terms:
Snow Hill (Md.)
Worcester County (Md.)
Interview Begins
INTERVIEWER: When were you born?
EMILY: I was born September 11, 1902.
INTERVIEWER: When were you born?
FRED: 1900, the 25th day of November.
INTERVIEWER: Were you born at home?
EMILY: Yes by what’s it called *unintelligible* outpost it was a colored lady named Hester *unintelligible* she went around to everybody that needed babies you know.
INTERVIEWER: Were you born at home?
FRED: Yes.
INTERVIEWER: What were the names of your parents?
EMILY: My mother was Ella N. *unintelligible* I mean she was Pusey before she was married. She married William J. *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: What were the name of your parents?
FRED: *unintelligible* Cherrix and *unintelligible* West before she was married.
INTERVIEWER: When you were young did you have to help out around the house? Did you have certain chores to do?
EMILY: Yeah we did. There were four of us older children and then later years we had two more brothers born. There was three girls and three boys.
INTERVIEWER: What were some kind of chores that you had to do?
EMILY: Well we, well I said we lived on the farm all our life at those times they didn’t have tractors just had horses or mules and we worked in the field planting. Now they get their tomato plants from *unintelligible* but then we planted the seeds and they had to be hoed and taken care of and they had to be pulled and set in the field. It wasn’t done by machines like now *unintelligible* and the chores around the house of course my two sisters usually milked the cows and I helped keep the housework with my mother. She was taken sick and my brother had typhoid fever and we didn’t have a refrigerator or nothing to keep things cold so we had a *unintelligible* refrigerator to keep ice in because my brother had typhoid fever and my mother had a little baby. His name was *unintelligible*. He lives in Salisbury so we worked in the field just the same as father did doing all those things. We would raise corn. We had cantaloupe and watermelons, strawberries.
INTERVIEWER: You grew most of your own food.
EMILY: Yeah, we canned a lot.
INTERVIEWER: How old were you when you started school?
EMILY: Well I guess it was six between five and six. I went to the country school along this neighborhood over here and then we moved closer to Snow Hill and went to school in Snow Hill. In the second grade, Ms. *unintelligible* was my teacher and you know the school then. I’m sure your father has told you where the high school used to be right there on the corner of Federal and *unintelligible* street. In the third grade, they built a little primary school. It’s gone now up in Perryville a vacant lot there you know where Charles Cherrix lives. It was right in that section and all grades first, third and fourth grade and I was in third grade and Mrs. *unintelligible* was the teacher and went I got in fifth grade. I went back to the high school and went through the fifth and the first day of the sixth and Ms. Mary *unintelligible* was my teacher then we moved out to the country five miles out from town and went to country school then the last half of the sixth and seventh grade we went out there. When we come back to Snow Hill, we moved closer. We moved quite a bit and we got back I went to eighth grade. I suppose the country school the high school taught to sixth grade just one teacher you know. You didn’t get the attention that you do when you go to Snow Hill School so I didn’t do as good but passed then I went to ninth grade and then there was a lot of sickness and I had to stay home. We had a boarder there. He was a mill man. He cut timber and also the little school right there where we did live the teacher boarded up. For my mother’s sake, there was a lot of work to do so I quit school.
INTERVIEWER: In the ninth grade?
EMILY: I went the first half of ninth grade.
INTERVIEWER: How old were you when you started school?
FRED: I suppose I was six yrs. old about.
INTERVIEWER: Did you finish high school?
FRED: I didn’t finish nothing because *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: Did you help your father on the farm and everything?
FRED: Yes I just went a little bit *unintelligible conversation* wheat in fall and spring *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: How big were the classes at school? Were there a lot of kids there?
EMILY: Well there weren’t too many. I can’t remember how much there were but you know there would be a few in each grade. It was from the first grade up through sixth well the seventh because I went to school there in the seventh grade. Mrs. Claire *unintelligible* was my teacher but part of time Ms. Emily *unintelligible* was my teacher.
INTERVIEWER: Did you get a job when you were young?
EMILY: Nothing but home. I wanted to be a trained nurse but my parents, well I guess they needed me home or they thought they did. They didn’t want me to be a nurse so I just stayed home and got married and I’ve been working ever since.
INTERVIEWER: How old were you when you got your first job? Or have you farmed all your life?
FRED: I farmed all my life.
INTERVIEWER: You farmed. What did you do for recreation? Did you go to the movies or dances or anything?
EMILY: We never got to go to any place like that when we were smaller. After we moved, I don’t think we ever, I never went to the movies much well till after or just before I was married and we used to go. When were kids, we just made our own fun. I used to crotchet a lot and *unintelligible* and things like that. We had dominoes and Old Maid you know little things like that. I don’t know. We didn’t know anything else we just made our own enjoyment.
INTERVIEWER: What sort of churches did they have around here? Are they basically the same churches as they have now?
EMILY: Yes I guess it was about the same. Of course we’ve always gone to the Christian Church as far as when I was very small. As far as I know almost every Sunday and ever since. *unintelligible conversation* of course you know all about that. *unintelligible conversation* it’s not the superintendent anyway he was one of the head men in the church.
INTERVIEWER: What sort of transportation did they have?
EMILY: Well when we went to school, my father made a buggy, you know what I mean? It didn’t have a top to it and we used to go in that and grab a horse and park. We would put our horse up. Mr. Will Hearns he had a stable. At that time he had a store, not far from the school and that’s where we would put our horse. We did that as long as I went to school.
INTERVIEWER: Did it take a long time to travel?
EMILY: Well it was a little over five miles. Of course it took a while because you couldn’t.
INTERVIEWER: (Laughs) It’s not like a car. Do you remember when they started paving the roads? When you were younger was it all dirt roads?
EMILY: Yeah we had all dirt roads clear until we got what you call mile lane and then they paved that. But it’s through along the creek there, I know you’ve been down *unintelligible conversation*. That road was terrible in the winter time you could hardly get through, it’s so nice now. The roads were they we had real bad winters. We had a lot of snow and ice, much more than we do these days.
INTERVIEWER: What was your first car like?
FRED: A Model T I think. You said car?
INTERVIEWER: Uh-huh. Did you like it?
FRED: It was new. It’s the prettiest thing I ever saw. (laughs)
INTERVIEWER: (Laughs) I bet you were happy to have a car after a horse and buggy.
FRED: It didn’t have a door.
EMILY: It didn’t have a door on his side. I don’t know why but they didn’t make them with doors over there. He had to straddle over it to get in.
INTERVIEWER: What was the town of Snow Hill like? What were some of the businesses?
EMILY: Oh it was quite different than it is now. Where the new post office is there was a home there, old home, and at that time Mr. of course I’m sure there was a lot of people that lived there, but L. D. Disharoon *unintelligible* Disharoon lived there on one side and my aunt, he married my aunt, Lizzie Grey her name was and on the other side it was like a parking place. But later of course as you know a few doors down the post office is there, next to it toward the river there was a blacksmith shop you know the men got their horses there wasn’t many cars the men got their horses *unintelligible* any way put shoes on them. And there was a hardware store right next to the blacksmith and there was a lot of I don’t know well was down Washington Street there was Hastings and Timmons store. It’s closed now. You know they did have an antique place there. Well, Hastings and Timmons lived there, right behind the store and that’s where we would got most of our clothes was from there and then *unintelligible* Green Street over clear down to the end is where Mr. *unintelligible* kept a store and he used to take your eggs and butter and he’d give you a food bill you know we delayed what we wanted the groceries and things that he had because he kept most of it well, not like today, but you know the necessities that we needed and what was left. He didn’t give us money for our eggs and butter, we got a food bill and when we wanted some more things we could go back to do business.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember the big fire in Snow Hill?
FRED: No I don’t.
EMILY: I heard but I didn’t see it no.
INTERVIEWER: Yeah I don’t remember what year it was. *unintelligible*
FRED: I believe it burned most of it.
INTERVIEWER: Yeah that’s what they said.
FRED: *unintelligible* section.
INTERVIEWER: Yeah that’s what they said, the downtown section.
EMILY: When I was very small, I didn’t go to Snow Hill very much until we started school but I guess, but I know there was on, let’s see, on I think Market Street, there were several stores along there. There’s not anything going on along there except that building where there is a lot of offices. There was a Nationwide Insurance over there. I think they moved it out.
INTERVIEWER: What sort of crafts and customs did they have? Did you make your own soap? How did you make the soap?
EMILY: Oh yes, we used to save the grease from killing hogs every winter when it would get cold weather and all that grease we saved it and put it in a pan kept it you know then we would put the grease, I think it was five pounds of grease and we would put some borax with it and some lye and it seems like there was one other thing. I guess that was most of it, but of course the borax made it, you know, it was nice. It was clean clothes, that’s true, but it was hard on your hands.
INTERVIEWER: Did you weave any?
EMILY: No, my mother did but I didn’t. There was a lady, Mrs. Thomas Richardson had a loom you know that made their carpets. My mother borrowed it one time. We had a *unintelligible* and that’s where you put it. Mrs. Richardson came over and started it for us. Cotton, just before that we tore up rags clothes we didn’t *unintelligible* or anything and sewed it together and they had to I guess you call it a shovel they would fasten a rope to that and give it a sling across this loom and there was this little thing up there that you pulled back and that pressed it you know and that’s what we made the carpets for the house.
INTERVIEWER: Did you make any molasses and butter?
EMILY: My father, well, we made butter yes *unintelligible* butter. My father got this cane. What’s it called?
FRED: What?
EMILY: It was some kind of cane. You grew it in the fields and at harvest time you would cut it.
FRED: Sugar cane.
EMILY: Sugar cane yeah. You’d cut it and put it way up yonder in the pots and I don’t know exactly what all was put in it but it made syrup. It was a thinner syrup then what you buy at the store but it was good. We didn’t have any running water. We never had indoor toilets or anything like that, it was all outdoors. We used to take an iron pot and put it out in the yard in the summer time lit a fire and boil all our clothes and use that soap. We didn’t know anything about detergents like they have now. It would clean them. Of course I think it might have been a little hard on clothes and my hands too but we put them in there. I had a paddle that my father had made stir them around you know. Take them out, we had a wash board and tubs. Summertime we did it all in the yard underneath a tree. In the winter time we had a good amount of soap.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember any bad men in town? Did you ever go to any executions or lynchings?
EMILY: He did.
INTERVIEWER: Would you like to tell me about it?
FRED: 1915, I think it was, 1913 that road was built. This Italian come from *unintelligible conversation* when the road was completed, he came to Old Man Ross and got a job there I’d say after six months or something like that. *unintelligible* something happened he didn’t like them. So he went home that evening and bought himself a pistol. He came back and killed his wife first. *unintelligible conversation* Mr. Ross came up to him in a car. He shot him right off the bat. Then there was a lieutenant who happened to be working, he was back in the field he went back there and killed him.
INTERVIEWER: What happened to him? Did the law catch up with him?
FRED: Oh no he went to town and they picked him up and took him to jail on the 23rd of November I think, a long time ago. I went to the hanging.
INTERVIEWER: Where did the hanging take place?
FRED: I’m not certain where it was. Where did it take place?
EMILY: Well it’s on Newark Road. It was just before, do you know where the Altos used to be?
INTERVIEWER: No*unintelligible*
FRED: It’s about four or five miles over Snow Hill going across.
INTERVIEWER: Did a lot of people go?
FRED: A large group
EMILY: He had to walk every step of the way.
FRED: About fourteen miles. They built this house with a scaffold and it had steps up to it you know. They brought him out on a wagon and put a cover on it and walked him up. When he got there they had chains on him his arms, chains on his legs, arms, and cuffs on his hands. The chain was long enough for him to make the steps. He got on the scaffold. The door had hinges on it and he stepped off on that *unintelligible* had a roof over to it. The rope come over the beam scaffold, he stood on there, and they put a hood over his head *unintelligible conversation*. The door swung back and he dropped through, they put a hood over his head, he swung there for a little over 30 minutes. I don’t want to go to another one.
INTERVIEWER: I don’t think I’d like to see one either.
FRED: It was something new. I had to walk seven or eight miles to get there and I had to walk back.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember the prohibition?
FRED: The what?
INTERVIEWER: The prohibition when they said that drinking was illegal?
FRED: Oh yes *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: How did the country feel about that? Were a lot of people upset?
FRED: You mean in this country what you’re talking about? *unintelligible conversation* buy groceries.
INTERVIEWER: I mean when they said you couldn’t drink anymore at all?
FRED: They would just make it.
INTERVIEWER: (laughs)
EMILY: They usually call it …
FRED: *unintelligible conversation* it’s called bootleg.
INTERVIEWER: Did you ever see a still?
FRED: No, never, I didn’t want to be in trouble, no. *unintelligible* They were dangerous, they’d kill you.
INTERVIEWER: It was against the law too. Do you remember the Great Depression?
FRED: I might as well *unintelligible conversation*
INTERVIEWER: What were the times like?
FRED: *unintelligible* you worked for nothing, that’s all. Corn was only 30 cents a bushel, wheat was 47 cents *unintelligible*, and potatoes, you know a barrel of potatoes were 90 cents a barrel *unintelligible conversation*. We lived on wheat, that was all. *unintelligible conversation*. We lived. We had enough to eat and that was all. *unintelligible conversation*
INTERVIEWER: I guess it was every man for himself.
EMILY: My mother lived in Girdletree. She worked in a tomato cannery and she, I guess it was called, *unintelligible*. She saved her money, put it in the bank in Girdletree. It was called Barnes Bank. Of course when that Depression hit, the banks closed, and she lost every penny. I thought how hard she worked every cent.
INTERVIEWER: From what I understand it was *unintelligible*.
EMILY: We didn’t happen to have money in the bank, we didn’t get enough money …
FRED: *unintelligible *
INTERVIEWER: We didn’t have money in the bank so we didn’t lose any, but my mom she was saving hers. She wanted enough to bury herself with.
FRED: You couldn’t make enough farming. *unintelligible conversation* that’s all. You made a living *unintelligible conversation*.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember any legends or superstitions about the area? *unintelligible*
EMILY: His father was superstitious about the 13th, Friday the 13th. He wouldn’t start any kind work on that day if he was going to plow or plant something. He did a little bit on Thursday. He wouldn’t start nothing on Friday evening. He was so superstitious about the farm, and he died on Friday the 13th. Thirteen minutes after, let’s see of March, wasn’t it? Yeah he died in March, 13 minutes after.
INTERVIEWER: I’m a little bit superstitious too.
EMILY: You are?
INTERVIEWER: I’m just a little nervous. What kind of music did they have? What kind of songs?
EMILY: Well I think mostly my mother played an organ. She was the organist in the church. We had an organ. She used to play. My father and her would sing. I can remember that sometimes, but we didn’t have any other kind of instruments except the organ until later years, but I mean we were little kids.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember any foreigners that came to town? How did the people feel about foreigners?
EMILY: I remember one that I thought was *unintelligible*. Mr. *unintelligible* he had you know a *unintelligible* I guess you call it. He had a Japanese boy that came to help him in the *unintelligible*. I remember being in town and the people would sort of stop him you know and they talked bad about him because he was Japanese and I didn’t think that was right.
INTERVIEWER: From what I understand, some of the people really didn’t like foreigners very much.
EMILY: That’s right.
INTERVIEWER: I guess they were kinda afraid of some people. Do you remember the steamboats?
EMILY: Yes indeed. We lived down the river, my father. It was a place called the Red Landing Farm. It was right across to the river and there was this big steamboat. One of them was named Maryland and I can’t remember the other. They went from Snow Hill to Baltimore and you see we didn’t have trucks then, so they carried a lot of the grain and stuff like that on the boat and it was also how people went to travel. It was a big boat. I’ve rode on them. We had the little *unintelligible* boats, that was the mail. It carried the mail from Snow Hill to Pocomoke. I rode on it a lot of times. It was so much fun. We’d stand out there and watch the boats come in. It was two at a time just a little bit down from our house. We knew the Pocomoke Maryland was coming.
FRED: When I think of it, it was very comical *unintelligible conversation* barrel of whiskey *unintelligible conversation* and someone saw it *unintelligible* blew a hole through that wall and right through that barrel and drank every drop of that. It’s just what I heard. I didn’t see it now.
EMILY: That’s how they got all the whiskey that came from Baltimore dropped from that boat.
INTERVIEWER: Did you ever ride on the steamboat?
FRED: Only on the little *unintelligible conversation*
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember the social events around here like Farmer’s Day?
EMILY: Oh yes!
INTERVIEWER: What was that like?
EMILY: At first they called it Forester’s Day and they all-
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EMILY: On Wednesday, was it the first Thursday or?
FRED: It was the first Thursday in August.
EMILY: It was the first Thursday of August when they had it on the Wednesday night before they had a festival at the *unintelligible* Church and a lot of people would go to the festival in their wagons.
FRED: There were no cars then.
EMILY: Of course there were no cars then. Then they would leave that festival and ride in their wagons clear down to Public Landing and they carried there was no refrigeration or nothing then but they fried their chicken you know their dinners. I guess it was alright. Now we would think it would be terrible if we did that without refrigeration but they go down there and stay all day and there was no paved roads then. I can remember going when you could hardly get through the roads. It was so muddy right after a rain you know, big holes but they looked forward to that. They kept right going until, well, they haven’t had that now for the last few years. Have they?
FRED: What?
EMILY: Forester’s Day in years past.
FRED: No *unintelligible*
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember the Pocomoke Fairgrounds?
FRED: Yep I’ve been there.
INTERVIEWER: What was that like?
FRED: There was a lot of park amusements *unintelligible conversation*.
EMILY: The racecourse.
FRED: *unintelligible* the racecourse. *unintelligible conversation*
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember the Snow Hill racecourse?
FRED: Racecourse? No *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: I thought it was out on Public Landing.
FRED: There was a race track out there yeah.
INTERVIEWER: Yeah.
EMILY: And there is a racetrack over here *unintelligible* racetrack of course that has been in later years.
INTERVIEWER: Did you ever visit Ocean City when you were young?
EMILY: Yes we’d go about once a year. And at that time you could get on at least the boardwalk, unless the sand washed in or something. I don’t know, it’s different now. Of course in 1933, wasn’t it?
FRED: Uh-huh.
EMILY: That’s when come that ‘33 storm and, you know, when it washed Public Landing away.
INTERVIEWER: Yeah I heard about remember that. What was Public Landing like before that?
EMILY: They had a bowling alley out there. I used to bowl out there, it was fun. It was over as your facing the water. It was over to the left, of course all of that is gone, there might be some of those posts out there but most of it washed away.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember any doctors? Did the doctors come to your house? Did they make house calls?
EMILY: Yes, Dr. *unintelligible* was an old doctor. He used to sit out in front of his office in a chair that would sort of swing back and in his older years I guess, he was just funny that’s all. He wasn’t crazy or nothing but he was just funny and the boys would come by and they’d tease him and that would make him mad and he would take his cane and oh he would get awful mad. In his younger years, he was a very good doctor. Then there was a doctor Dr. John *unintelligible* and he had a drugstore where*unintelligible* is now *unintelligible*. Drugstore is what it was called now and Mr. Powell was a druggist and in the back Dr. *unintelligible* had an office back there. Then there was Dr. Paul Jones, he had an office. I believe it’s where the dispensary is right now is where his office was. Yeah, they would come to your house.
INTERVIEWER: Were you sick much when you were young?
EMILY: No, I don’t think so.
FRED: *unintelligible conversation*
EMILY: He had, how old were you when you had the appendicitis?
FRED: I was 19.
EMILY: He was very sick. The appendix ruptured before he got there. He was in the hospital a long time.
FRED: My worst trouble was when a copperhead snake bit me.
INTERVIEWER: Oh, you got bit by a copperhead snake?
EMILY: That was in 1951 or ’52.
INTERVIEWER: What did you have to do? Did you have to go to the hospital?
FRED: Yes.
INTERVIEWER: Did you stay in there a long time?
FRED: A month.
EMILY: He was a very sick man.
INTERVIEWER: He was lucky he survived that.
EMILY: He was in the field plowing. He was on one side of the field right down next to the woods, next to where there was a lot of honeysuckle and the colored man was clear on the other side of the field.
FRED: *unintelligible conversation* the year before during that time it hadn’t been plowed, that honeysuckle *unintelligible conversation*. I had plowed it a time or two. *unintelligible conversation* I cut it two or three times. The next time I went out there *unintelligible* I heard him hiss but I didn’t see him.
INTERVIEWER: You didn’t see him?
FRED: After he bit me.
EMILY: He was pulling grass out from the plow. It was choked up.
FRED: It was honeysuckle I was pulling from the plow.
INTERVIEWER: Did you know what it was as soon as you heard it?
FRED: Did I know what?
INTERVIEWER: Did you know it was a copperhead as soon as you heard it?
FRED: Yeah, pretty much, yeah.
EMILY: He said that it paralyzed him just about as soon as it struck him and the colored man was clear over on the other side of the field. He had to wait until the colored man come around and help him on his plow to get up to the house, and I came out and he said, “A copperhead snake bit me.” So I run to the telephone and was trying to get Dr. what’s his name? The one on the corner, his wife, the great big house.
Unknown voice: Cohen?
INTERVIEWER: Yeah.
EMILY: Dr. Cohen’s wife answered and she said I’m sorry the doctor is not here. He’s at Public Landing and he won’t be back for an hour and a half. Somebody was having a baby and he was down there, so I called Dr. *unintelligible*. He said well he didn’t have anything, he just had to keep going to the hospital. I didn’t drive, so the colored man took him to Snow Hill and he was driving the pickup. He got out *unintelligible conversation* putting some gas in his car and he knew it would go faster, so he said he can and he drove a hundred miles an hour fast as the car would go. The cop stopped him, but he told him what’s going on. He said keep on. You see that was a long time, getting there. The poison had gotten all over. He swelled up just like a bloated …
FRED: *unintelligible*
EMILY: He was in the hospital. I stayed with him nine days and nine nights, never come home, never went to bed or nothing. They didn’t want me to leave him, so I sat in the chair. They brought a chair you know and I sat there with him. By the ninth day, they came in, all the doctors, it was something. They’d never seen anything like it. They were trying to learn *unintelligible*. So finally on the first, the doctor, Dr. *unintelligible* came to the door and said we can’t do anything else *unintelligible*.
INTERVIEWER: That’s really amazing! To get bitten by a copperhead and survive it.
EMILY: He came home. It was in June. I guess it was. They were threshing wheat. Of course he wanted to be out to look, but I think that day I don’t think he worked much but he was outside and that night he couldn’t sleep. He was rolling on the floor. He was all cramped up, so the next day, Albert, he had just gotten his license he’s sixteen, so he took him to the hospital. They thought he had acute something, you know. They were going to operate the minute they there. They told me it wasn’t necessary it was probably still the effects of that snake bite. He didn’t do any work all summer. He couldn’t bear to go out in the grass. The fear of it you know.
INTERVIEWER: I can imagine. Well, that’s all the questions I have to ask you. Is there anything else you would like to add?
FRED: One thing that happened to me. My birthday was the 25th of November. I was all signed up for the war.
INTERVIEWER: What war was this?
FRED: The first World War. It was the 11th of November. I didn’t want to go.
INTERVIEWER: I can imagine. You were lucky.
FRED: *unintelligible* I didn’t want to go and they didn’t either. *unintelligible* a lot of people were killed in that thing.
INTERVIEWER: It was. It was a bad war.
FRED: *unintelligible conversation*
INTERVIEWER: *unintelligible*
EMILY: We lived a quiet life. We’d go to church every Sunday and church meetings and things like that. He worked so hard he never did get to go places much. We talked about when he retired we’d go. He didn’t retire till 76 then he stopped. He had a slight stroke. He doesn’t drive the car now. We just go to church and town now.
INTERVIEWER: Do you drive?
EMILY: No. I don’t know what we’d do without my sister.
FRED: We go to town now.
EMILY: Yes, we go there, but we don’t go to Salisbury.
FRED: *unintelligible conversation* just on this road here. I’ve gotten lost a few times with all these new streets.
INTERVIEWER: I’m sure it’s changed a lot.
FRED: *unintelligible conversation*
EMILY: He had a cataract on his eye. The 11th of January last year, 1981, was when he passed out at church. He had that stroke. In March, Dr. Azar was operating …
INTERVIEWER: Yeah, I go to Dr. Azar too. He’s a good doctor.
EMILY: He operated on the eye. He said the cataract was so large that it burst and that’s the only one out of 800 that he had done. He had trouble with it so. He’s had quite a bit of trouble with that.
INTERVIEWER: Ok, is that all? That you want to say?
EMILY: I think so.
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