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BASE HOUSING B-22

Written by: Justi Moody

Momma always had a way of getting providence to play a part in her plans. She had begged Daddy to return to the farm. He would not. My Daddy got a notice he would be going to an Army Base about 50 miles from the farm. He reminded Momma we would not be driving up there often because it would take all our gas coupons to get to the place from where we lived with Miz Edwards. It was closer and she was happier for a whole day.

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