Natures child (6) Coming together we got back to the cabin well after dark but Sammy led us straight to the front door. I hadnt noticed but at one of our rest stops ,she had taken her shoes off and now they were around her neck. I fixed us a sandwich of cold cuts and we shared a bottle of water. I then unpacked the bible and envelope. I went to the bible first. Her dad was born in 1913 and died in 1943. Her mom was born in 1915 but there was no death date. There was a photo of the three of them when Sammy looked to be about two. Next the envelope In her Words: I hope that when you find this ,someone has found Sammy years ago. As I write this in the fall of 1946 ,Sammy is nine years old. I have tried to teach her all I can with the few books I have. She knows all the stories of the bible well and most importantly ,she knows JESUS. We were married in 1931 and share cropped for farmers all over the Delta. In 1941 ,we were working for Ed Williams in Isola.Ralph saw Mr. Williams kill another share cropper because the man was assaulting his wife. Mr. Williams told the woman that if she didnt say Ralph killed him ,he would kill her children. we left that night with our clothes on our back and what we could get in two croker sacks. Ralph had hunted in the woods and knew about the house. God sent the canes later. Ralph died in 1943 of a snake bite. He is buried in the canes west of the house. I need to take Sammy and leave but Im just too weak Maybe later God Bless Laura Knight .Sammy had grown up alone ! I dont want to think about how she survived. I would see how much she remembered tomorrow. I took her into the bedroom and with speech and hand signals, I told her to sleep in my bed. I gave her one of my State jerseys to sleep in. I grabbed a pillow and blanket and headed for the couch. No problem, Id done it before. With a lot of questions answered ,sleep came quickly. I woke up at 5:30, out of habit. Sammy was curled up on the floor by the couch. This may have been her first night without fear in Eight years. I made a pot of coffee and was on my second cup when I thought about the letter from coach Vault. Now what could he want?
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