Fredericka Fisher-day:  

The value of School I was ill all the way through Elementary school. A Doctor in a little town called Whitesboro, gave me a typhoid vaccination so that I could start to school. He failed to sterilize the instruments resulting in an infection. the medications available at the time had no effect on the infection. It continued, nearly killing me at times, but not quite. The main thing was the drainages from the injection site and my orifices. Anyway, the school made Mother keep me home when they were bad. Needless to say I missed a lot of much desired learning. It caught up to me by the Sophomore year. Even though the drugs had been invented to cure my illness in 1950,I just couldn't grasp the studies. It was decided to be best for all if I just quit School. So that is what happened. This left a hole in my self confidence that only education could replace. Another story will tell how I decided to begin to build that that was never there.. I asked Mother if we were poor. Mother said,¿ No Freddie, we don't have a red cent, but I don¿t think we're poor. I told my friend the next day,¿ Momma said we didn't have any red pennies , but we aren't poor After planting my little garden one summer, I put signs at the end of each row to identify what was planted there. The last row was UNIONS. Momma LAUGHED ABOUT the way I spelled onion, so I tore up the whole garden. I try so hard always, but I still can't spell. One afternoon at school, a lady came up to me and introduced herself as a reporter for the Newspaper. She said she was told that I came to school nearly every day with a different hair color. Can you tell me why? She asked? I just told her that I get bored with myself and I need attention. We went together up stairs to the ...Expand for more