Narrated by Myra Jane Gorman Childress on cassette tape to Bill Gorman in 1985:

"I do not remember my father very well, as I was only ten years old when he died. He was a quiet man and I knew I had to mind him although I can't remember him ever being unkind to me. It seems he was always lying out on the sleeping porch which was built for him after he was taken sick. Daddy had heard of a doctor in El Paso who was doing great things with TB patients. He charged fifty dollars a bottle for medicine which looked clear like water and later we found that it was searing over the top of his lungs and TB was eating them up underneath. There was no cure for TB then and I guess they were grasping at straws. Momma was told to stay away from Daddy and not kiss him but she said she was going to be with him as long as he lived...which she did. Daddy went to El Paso in 1922 (or 1923, I'm not sure)..the whole family went with him but didn't stay but about a year. I well recall when Uncle Artie, Uncle Jesse and Curtis came out there to see us. I have a picture which was taken of them on our front porch. It was a red letter day for us seeing someone from home...as this was our first time away. In Rankin, we lived close to the "Old Red Gin" ... the house is still standing. It is the last house on the right going from Rankin toward Joe Lee Gorman's present house. We were there when my brother Victor died and this is my first remembered home. Later, we lived on the Skinner Farm where Wilmer and Ina Gorman now live (except there was another house there at that time). We lived there when Daddy died and Billy Joe (my sister) was born there in 1921. Daddy was a farmer and worked at the Gin and that was where he contracted TB, working in all that dust. I believe he managed the Gin."