Little Stories for Young Minds

My name is Evelyn B. Hill I was born in Enfi eld, NC, at the age of three years oldWere my fi rst memories of doing things with my sisters and brothers; I am one of eleven children;my parents were poor and worked very hard to give us the best life they could. In the year of 1941, the army drafted my father leaving behind my mother and fi ve children. Mother started working in a relatives grocery store to help get things we needed. The fi rst timeI remember wanting to write was when I went to kindergarten; my teacher was talking to theclass, I remember using my homework paper to scribble what at that time I called writing. When I was 12 years old I wrote a little play that my sisters and brothers put on outside in our yardfor mother, she was impressed; daddy did not have time for such things. Mother did not havemuch education; they married at a very young age. There was not time for going to school andbeing a wife and mother. My parents were farmers and I never thought that we were poor, we had everything we wantedto eat we grew vegetables, and we had fruit trees, also my father raised beef, pigs, and hens tolay eggs. We grew everything we needed except we bought fl our for bread making. On Sunday,when we had moms handmade chicken potpie what a treat I was too happy to realize I waspoor. My parents gave us love enough to smother us. Now that I am at this ripe-old-age of seventy, I am a mother of six children, ten grand children,and nine great-grand children, I feel that I really want to put myself in gear and write what I haveon my mind, I know that I can make some children and teenagers happy reading my books. Igraduated from high school in 1955 and married the same year. My last employment was working in a corporate setting that I enjoyed very much; I came intothis position at the age of fi fty years old. I retired in 2004 and was thinking about going back to school but changed my mind and decidedto work with crafts. I worked at my own pace making the most beautiful fabric wreaths, which Itaught myself to make one a day, and I was very happy. I still felt that something was missing inmy life and I wanted to do something more fulfi lling.