I remember the Donaldson Bread man how happy were those days, lived in a little area where blacks lived called the bottoms right off preston and Gaulbert street sandwiched between floyd and lee street where halhall high school was I know it is not spelled correct also waited for the ice man with his horse and wagon his mane was Mr. seay one of our neighbors, remember when my brother went off to world war two lives in between the railroad would see the troop trains carrying the soldiers to and returning my brother the night he returned from the wan jumped off right in our neighborhood boy were we glad to see him my how memories linger thank God for the memories when we were colored and if we were poor we did not know it