BW: What was life like growing up here?
Dorothy: It was kind of hard. My mom had five girls and one boy. She made sure we didn't get molested and all that. My daddy use to get drunk and wanna come home and beat us up, but my mama always took the beatings.
But we had hard time. We did. We ate peanut butter and bread. Sometimes we might get a piece of chicken. If we said we were still hungry, my daddy would wanna whoop us, so my sister would cover the chicken up and sneak it to us when we were in bed.
One day my mama walked up to the cafe after she got off work. Everytime she go up there my daddy was with another woman. My sister tried to hold her leg and keep her from going up there because she was afraid they was gonna fight . When she went up there, the woman he was with, stabbed my mama in the eye. When she came home she was crying. My older sister told us "go in there, go in there, go in there! Get up under the bed!" because she didn't want us to see how mama was bleeding.
She finally ended up leaving him when I was about 12. She worked at KFC. She walked in the rain, sleet, and snow for us. She was a good mom.