October 1950 in Tennessee was the coldest one I ever remember. We were on a road trip to see the fall leaves. I rose up to look out the front window
“Please sit down,” my sister Imogene said. “You're blocking my view. If I can't see out the front window, I'll be carsick.”
Our 1948 Oldsmobile was overcrowded. Dad, Mom and Granny Fagg sat in the front seat. The back seat was jammed tight with Imogene, my brother Buddy Earl, Aunt Ruby, Cousin Nancy and me.
Buddy Earl and I were wedged between
