I am at the recalling stage of my
life. As I study the census taker’s report from the 1930 Census, I
recall that times were hard. By saying that times where hard is an
easy way of stating how extremely hard the times were during this part
of my life. I was born in 1930 and I remember how difficult it was for
my parents to provide for our family. It was during this period that
they were paying a meager three and four dollars a month rent to Mae
Edwards. Mae Edwards owned many rent houses that we now refer to as
shanties.
According to my older brothers, Mae Edwards owned many
of the poor people’s two and three room homes that the large families
had to live in. There are not many of Mae Edwards’ small little houses
left. If they are, they have had several rooms added so that you can
hardly see the resemblance of the shanties as they were then.
Many folks of our age remember living in various
houses in the community. Some people say that they moved almost every
month, when the month’s rent came due. I asked my brothers what we did
at the end of the month when the rent came due while we were living in
Mae Edward’s house, when we didn’t have the three or four dollars to
pay our rent. They said that the landlords were very generous and
sympathetic and would just let it ride. There is no telling how much
that dear honorable landlord failed to collect, and helped the poor
folks. Her generosity can’t be ignored, and I feel I must share it
with you, because these people were so thankful for her help.
As I was taking Jackie out on our weekly Sunday
afternoon drive, we were flagged down by Sally Hunnicutt. She had some
visitors at her home who were in town looking for the house where Mae
Edwards lived. I looked up out of my car and there stood Marcella
Henderson Nelson and one of the Tobin girls with several others that
were visiting Aubrey. They are relatives of Aunt Mae Edwards.
Sally Hunnicutt has so graciously restored the Mae
Edwards home. It has become a beautiful handiwork of architecture and
the design. The old Mae Edwards home is just barely more than 100
years old. The home is still located in the original location where
the home was in the 1930 Census.
Jackie and I drove on, but not before I invited these
young descendants of Aubrey to help me form a monthly or bimonthly
visitation at the hardware store. We can meet when the Cherokees are
not meeting. It would be fitting for former friends and residents to
gather and visit. I am waiting to hear more from them. I promised them
cookies and coffee (I would do the serving).
I will pick up on the Lanfords next week. They are the
next home on the 1930 Census roll.
The photo shows some of the small dwellings as they
were in the ruins of the tornado that came through town back in 1918.
They were similar to the small houses that Mae Edwards so diligently
provided to the poor renters back in the first 30 or 40 years of the
twentieth century.