Chapter 17

• As a child, Sundays were my favorite day of the week. My dad would hold my small hands in his and we would often to to church together. On our way back, we would take the village route that allowed us to see and greet everyone on the island. I was always so excited about holding small conversations with everyone and having them give me a cookie, a candy, or even a dollar bill.
• At home, my daddy would don his apron and I would don my tiny one too, and we would bake to the ends of the earth. My daddy was such an explorer with food. His explorations mostly went well, but on days when it went south, we were happy to devour the mess. We would laugh heartily and eat just as heartily while talking about how bad the food was.
• Later, as I got older, I stopped taking the village route. I didn't like talking to so many people anymore. I didn't want their cookies or their money. I stopped going to church too. I was content to spend my Sunday mornings in bed with Loretta Lynn playing from the record player in my dad's room.