In the Beginning...
Sarah Elida Prisbey Robertson Diane Robertson Hiattš Victor Robertsonš Sarah Elida Prisbey Robertson 1868-1951 The wind had an eerie whistle that night as I stoked the fire hoping to speed up the cornbread cooking in the pot. Charlie wasn’t going to be home tonight as work so often kept him from home. My five children were equal parts bickering and playing often getting under my feet. I gathered everyone around our oak table and asked Gerrald to ask our Father’s blessing on the food. His little voice filled the room when heavy boot steps and incoherent yelling came from the porch. Our little house had no door locks and instantly my heart was filled with dread. We heard the knob jiggling and the door creak open. “Children go upstairs and hide behind the bed. Mary, I need you to hold baby Victor and do your best to keep him quiet. Here! Take this.” I handed her a chunk of cornbread and shewed them out of the back door of the kitchen. No sooner...