Chapter 5

On the day I turned one month old, Grandpa threw a big celebration out on the town green.

Ten long picnic tables, borrowed from the town hall, were covered with checkered cloths, and on them sat big serving bowls piled high with food.

There was pot roast, barbecue ribs, coleslaw, and potato salad with hard-boiled eggs. Somebody brought a huge pot of chicken soup from the church kitchen.

It was a fine spread. Nearly everybody in Millbrook showed up.

I wore a little floral dress and rested snug in Mom's arms.

The yard buzzed with talk. Everyone crowded around to…