Through My 8 Year Old Eyes

About the Book

The story follows the life of Debora and her sister as they were suddenly, without warning, transplanted from their comfortable home and familiar surroundings to an unimaginably wretched place we will call Slotpot. Their lives were turned upside down from a comfortable home of six rooms to a two-room slave house the family shared with an elderly tightwad of an uncle. He made them burn a kerosene lamp so they wouldn't "make the light bill go up!" In winter, if they went into the kitchen, they had to dress full blast—coat, boots, the works. In the summer, every now and then, a snake would make its appearance crossing the spacey cross ties that was used to build the kitchen floor. If you think that was something, the people of "Slotpot" were unbelievable! Everybody—and I do mean everybody—chewed tobacco! The youngest Debora saw was three. Nevertheless, Slotpot would be called home for the next eight months, which seemed like a lifetime.

About the Author

Love of reading and writing is what has been a part of this writer's life. She gives credit to her mother for introducing her to and her older sister to nightly readings. Debora has begun creating and making up stories and poems even before she was able to put them in writing. As she grew, so did her love for reading and writing. She began to write complete manuscripts at the age of thirteen. By the age of fifteen, she had followers who would make excuses to come and "speak" to her in class so that they could be the first one to get their hands on the manuscripts. As time progressed, she read at weddings, elementary and middle schools, and churches. A student at the University of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, she took thirteen different literatures and, to this day, remains one of the best descriptive writers that has passed through the university.