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I'll never forget Easter of 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my elder sister
Darlene was 16. We lived at home with our mother; our dad had died five years before, leaving
Mom with three school kids to raise and no money.
A month before Easter the pastor of our church asked everyone to save money and help a
poor family.
When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of
potatoes and live on them for a month. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned
out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill.
Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone
we could.
Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the
dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would
give them.
The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and the manager gave us three
$20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We had never had so much money before.
We could hardly wait to get to church. When the pastor was taking money, Mom gave him a
$10 bill, and each of us, kids, $20.
As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. Later that afternoon the minister
drove up in his car. Mom went to the door and then came back with an envelope in her hand. She
opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three $20 bills, one $10 and
seventeen $1 bills.

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I won't forget Easter of 1946. My age was 14. I had 2 sisters - Darlene and Ocy. Darlene was 16 and Ocy was 12.This sensation permeated every cell of my being. It was in the air, in reflection, in every glance. I felt it growing like a vortex, growing in strength, roaring and rumbling, and now it was already so obvious that it seemed that it could be touched. And now an instant of silence ... I started to poop, previously piercing loudly, no, it was not feces, it was a diarrhea, it poured out of me with such force that droplets of poop were already on the walls. The guts seemed to be turned inside out, making a real mess. Periodic pepper poisoned the air, I began to suffocate. But no, it was just the beginning. The fountain of poop was so strong that blood appeared. A brownish mash with white lumps and dark stripes of blood rose above the middle of the toilet.