So here I stand in front of the door, and from the sounds inside I know that my slaves are not doing as they are supposed to. I can hear them making ...oise, and I should hear nothing. It would seem that after our last little ‘episode’, the punishments were not harsh enough. I open the door quietly, and slowly move into the doorway into the living room. What I see there is of no great surprise to me. Billy, my male slave, is kneeling on the floor, sitting on his heels, with his arms behind. Dad had notched another rung for his ladder and we would be heading for Buffalo, New York. North Tonawanda actually.4th grade is a bit of a blur for me. I know we started at St. B's. So, I'm thinking it was September, 1968.We moved in the winter time. I recall seeing big chunks of ice in the river when we visited Buffalo.I really liked my friends in Springfield and recall asking my teacher if there was any way to get a list of students?I would check with them first, so that I could write to. More

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