My daddy was strict with us. We weren’t allowed to have anything. I was never allowed to go with too many boys in Pleasant Hill because if they drank I couldn’t go with them. If I had a date, we didn’t have a living room, so we had to sit on the porch. When I heard Mama clear her throat at 9 o’clock at night, I knew that meant get him on and get him away from there. So this boy rode a horse to come see me, and I heard Mama clear her throat, so I told him he had to leave, and he wouldn’t leave. So I just got up and went in and left him on the swing on the front porch. So I told him he couldn’t come back and see me any more, and Daddy had told me he didn’t want me to see him any more, that he wasn’t good enough for me. I told him what Daddy said. And when I told my daddy, oh god, he liked to have a fit. He said, “They are good customers of mine.” I said, “Well you told me that and he asked me and I told him why.”
