It's cold as a witch's tit in the Klondike and as black as coal outside this January mornin'. Me and Pa gots ta go out in it anyhow, never ya mind thars 3 foot a snow piled up out thar. That's what we'ns do if'n we wanna eat, and keep our heifers and bull happy. Afta last fall's hog killin' we aint got much left of the pigs to fret for.  Them chickens has away of huddlin in their roosts so take no mind to them hens and that ole scraggly rooster.

He's a mean sumbitch! Laaws-a-mercy, he's done tried to spur Pa twice jess this week. We might jess be gettin us sum chicken n dumplins soon. I'd make us a mess of em if'n Pa jess gor-ahead an wring his dadgum neck. Shoot! He ain't worth nuttin'  anyhow. 'cept maybe, fightin off that ornery possum. I've hered 'em a time or two out thar hissin and squawkin somers near 4am.

As I was a sayin', it snowed last night. And it froze too! We ain't got no water comin into this here house. The pump done froze up tighter than Dick's hat band. Them lazy ass boys of ourin is still laid up in their beds.

"Cletus!" "Crenshaw!" "Clavin!" "You boys getcha selves down hyar riite now and help your Pa crack the ice on that well pump!"

"CassySue you best be milkin Myrtle whiles I'm agettin them aggs afore thay all up a freeze solid." 

"Hey, Pa, Let them boys worry bout that darned ole pump. You best be slic'n off some that porkback out at the smokehouse  If'n ya can get that thar half'hung door to open up. And tell 'em boys hurry up with my water if they wants coffee and some hot breakfess in their bellies afore they start their chores!"

The wood stove gonna need stoked and the cook stove too. I best be doin my own business now. Well SHHt! I ain't got nuttin on but my LongJohns.

 "Grampa Alphus, you done and gone missed the pisspot again."

Lordy, Lordy! My mornins can't be briiite cause they cursed by nite!   Now,  Ive-agone-andonit! Woke that baby up and she's a hollerin' louder'n two crows a courtin'. If it don't beat all--me a old lady, with two butts to clean. One's a sweet, dainty, soft, plump baby bumb and the tuther one-- a wrinkly, ole, skinny white, pancake ass. I declare. I catchem comin' n goin'. I belieb I'm in diaper hell.

I reckon, if the Good Lord, sends me all dese blessin's I can bare 'em. Leest wise my middle babies, they still sleepin. At least for now. Dear Lord, Please just help us git through this day. Amen. This here is Ma. You know me, as

Mabel Sue. I love ya Lord. Amen again. Now, I gots to get to changin the baby, feedin her, changin grampa, n then gatherin 'em aggs. Have a blessed day, Jesus, and bless this family cause we need it. Amen again. I'll be talkin to ya later. Mabel...

More ta come real soon like, cause my family is real hungry and I aint even got 'em all up yet n I ain't started cookin' one blessed thing. A course, I still ain't got no water, aggs, pork, or fire. Never you mind yourself with it. Wees all gots our own burdens ta carry. This here story is about mine. Oh... my baby girl's name is, Glorious Grace. She's our last un- we reckon. So we wanted to make her name a big un, just like when Jesus comes back to git us all. Amen.