Springtime was always my favorite time of year...it was the perfect time to sleep with the windows up....there were holes in the window screens but the mosquitoes weren't bad yet and you got the best of both worlds. The wonderful orchestra of the nightime insects and the cool breeze and springtime scents of flowering plants. We lived in a two room, white weatherboard house, with a small porch and tin roof...without running water. This photo is my Grandmother Sarah Thompson Reese and my Daddy, William Reese Jr. He had no middle name.....so he added the Jr. to it. The rusted roof adorning the small building behind them was my house. We did have electricity but only a refrigerator and two incandescent lights dangling from cords hanging from the ceiling in each room were the only users. I remember Daddy saying if the monthly bill went over $6.00 again we were going back to kerosene lamps. We had a wood stove and a wood heater. I lived with Grandma during the day, ate all my meals with her and only stayed at our house at night. I remember Springtime thunderstorms being a real treat living behind just the thin uninsulated walls and tin roof. The house actually moved and shook and it was so scary.....especially if there was wind or hail with the storm that it was actually fun in a strange way. Life was day to day, hand to mouth, but oh the freedom I had to wander the woods, the branches, fishing them and the pond with a cane pole and worms....venturing down to the river where I was told never to go because of the obvious danger and the fact it was almost two miles behind the house through the woods and swampy bottom....but naturally where I always headed...