I heard my brother yell, "Papaw's hitching the wagon!!" Oh boy, we jumped off the porch and took off for his place. He and Granny already had the wagon loaded, but there was still room for us, so we piled in. It was a nice day, so Papaw and Granny had decided to call on Miss Izora Mae. She lived about two miles from us (as the crow flies), and she didn't have a husband. Granny felt sorry for her and said it was pitiful. Papaw carried some tools in case something needed fixing, and Granny had a basket of eggs because a fox had gotten another one of Miss Izora's hens. My brother hopped off the wagon along the way and pulled a clump of wildflowers so we kids could be proud that we had something to give. Miss Izora was at the clothesline when we got there, and she was so glad to see us she made a big fuss about it. Granny gave her the eggs and Papaw went off to fix the barn door. We gave her the flowers and she laid them on her window sill. Over in the corner there was a small chest, and that's where Miss Izora Mae kept her "crying drawer". She would pull it out on a cloudy day and carefully handle the beloved "treasures" she had tucked away for safe keeping. It would often make her cry as she touched her first pair of booties and her grandmother's favorite scarf. Granny told me later that when the wildflowers dried up, Miss Izora Mae put them in her crying drawer.
