My Trails into the Past

This is my third year working on this year-long prompt, hosted by Amy Johnson Crow. I will write each week in one of my two blogs, either Mam-ma’s Southern Family or at My Trails Into the Pas t . I have enjoyed writing about my children’s ancestors in new and exciting ways. When we lived on East 9th Street, in Pittsburg, California, in the late 50s and early 60s, my dad’s mother lived across the street and down the block some. As children, we thought it was grand to have Nana so close. She had been a school teacher and we loved it when she read to us or taught us cute little songs. She lived on the east side of a duplex. It had just three rooms: living, kitchen, and bedroom, and a bathroom. In the living room there was a murphy bed. I was always amazed by a bed that folded out of the wall! It was a fun place to spend the night, but I was a little worried about it springing back into the wall while we slept. Also in the living room was a bookcase with children’s books and ...