Early the next morning he came for Wanda and as they walked on the dusty road toward home, they met Mr. and Mrs. Allen. "How are Easter and the baby?" asked Mrs. Allen. Daddy told her they were doing well and that the doctor had guessed the baby weighed close to nine pounds. Wanda thought that was awfully small for a baby calf! As they came closer to home, she ran ahead of Daddy, clutching some wilting wild flowers in her hand, and when she got to the door, Grandma was there. She told Wanda to be quiet because Mama was asleep. Now that was unusual; Mama didn't sleep in the daytime. She must be sick. So Wanda tiptoed up to the side of the bed and Mama opened her eyes. She told Wanda to get up on the bed with her. "I have something to show you," she said and then Wanda saw a baby, cradled in Mama's arm. Wanda pulled back in surprise! No one had told her about a baby coming! Why did they need a baby?
Mama told her to get a box from behind the settee; it was full of little baby clothes and sweet smelling powder. Wanda looked through the clothes and Mama asked her if she would like to hold the baby. Grandma put the baby in Wanda's arms; she could smell the powder and felt the softness of the baby's skin against her cheek. "Her name is Charlotte," said Mama, and Wanda said the name over a few times. Maybe having a baby sister wouldn't be so bad.
And so, that's how my life began, 71 years ago.