Kathleen’s Cuthand Christmas (from Kathleen’s memoirs of the depression)

From Everything Smells Just like Polk Salad by Linda Swain Bethea

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We don’t have the money.” I’d heard that so many times I knew not to ask for candy, bright rubber balls, or coloring books at Miss Lonie’s store. If Daddy had a few cents to spare, he’d fill three small brown paper bags with candy for us…..peppermint sticks, gumballs, bubble gum, lollipops. Kits and BB Bats were five for a penny. A few cents

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