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The Grahams’ of Cochran County – Chapter 23

I was talking to my sister Mary yesterday about some of our history in Cochran County.  Mary is 93 now and is as sharp as a dull tack.  This is not a derogatory statement but may be a compliment.  My son Tim told me yesterday that he noted I was slipping a little bit in the upstairs compartment.  I will turn 88 this month if the Lord permits.

The conversation with Mary went like this.  Me:  Mary, when did Marguerite graduate from high school?  Mary:  It was seven years before I did.  Me:  Mary, when did you graduate from high school.  Mary:  It was about 1942 I think.  Or maybe it was 1944.

You get the gist of a conversation between a brother and sister who are the only surviving siblings out of nine.  And we are not young chicks either.  It makes you wonder why someone my age would be writing a blog about what happened in the 1920’s 30’s and 40’s.  It is just for the fun of it and to also answer some of these questions that my grandchildren are not interested in now but perhaps will be in a few years.

I was wanting to start this chapter with an event that happened while we were still living at the White House and before we moved into Morton proper behind the café.  Marguerite left home first, since she was the oldest.  Dad was still in the County Judge’s Office so that event was between 1934 (when he won the election to begin the County Judgeship) and 1938 (when he lost the re-election to that position).

Well, now that we have narrowed the time period from 1934 to 1938 we need to talk about that very important event.  Come to think of this event, I am not sure what it was at this time point.  I am sure it will come to me before long so I will make a note to myself to remember what I am going to write about.

My son Tim might have a point.  Is that my son’s name?



3 thoughts on “The Grahams’ of Cochran County – Chapter 23

  1. I got a chuckle from this one, Charles.
    When you remember what you were going to write about, I would like to read it.

  2. LOL, my forgetter is getting better every day!

  3. I really did not forget anything but I thought that I would give a friendly ribbing to my son, Tim. He might get a laugh out of it too.

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