My grandfather -- the retired AME Bishop -- whose home was a modest country house with enough space to accommodate visiting family and friends from time to time. He had enough land for a few fruit trees, including an apple orchard, a barn, one horse (George) and a chicken coop. There also was an out house that could accommodate two for convenience, the inside plumbing of the early l920s was not always reliable. Over all the place was comfortable for the average country family, but was by no means a farm house per se.
The Wilberforce University campus was nearby and Lane Seminary where AME religious students studied was just up the road from the house. There were always seminary students working at the house and it was not unusual for grandfather to have one of the young men deliver a message or food to our house in nearby Xenia, Ohio. Hence, the delivery. I’m sure my father was in France at this time, World War II.
The delivery was after dark and it was raining, so the young man and the horse pulled up to the front room bay window and knocked.
to be continued
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