Cornbread after work
Mother and I used to work in the cotton fields for our neighbors. On our way home we would go down this little path to a spring and get our milk and butter out of the spring and take it back to our house. Mother would make a cake of cornbread and slice a dish of tomatoes, and we would sit down at the kitchen table, say our prayers and eat our suppers. When we finished our supper, Mother would wrap a piece of cornbread up for Daddy so after he came home from working second shift in textiles, he would eat it before getting ready for bed.