Not long after Jack and I got married, Aunt Sarrah (pronounced Sarrie) came down to the house to tell us that there was a tornado coming and we better get in the cellar with her. Jack said “No, I’m not going but you girls go on ahead”. Aunt Sarrah said “Look at that big black cloud! It’s the blackest one I’ve ever seen! Jack still refused. She said “Ok you little son of a bitch, get blowed away!” I don’t think she ever liked Jack after that.
~Louise


When we lived at Baron by the cemetery, Aunt Sarrah lived about 1/2 mile from us. We could be in the yard playing and if there were any clouds at all in the sky she would come along and beg us to go to the cellar. She would say, “kids, come on now, let’s go to the cellar, it’s gonna storm”. She would beg us over and over. When we ignored her she would say, “Alright you little sons a bitches, go to hell, get blowed away, I don’t care.
~Sadie