There is a hole in my shoe and sticking out is my toe. I ponder but I never grieved my badly torn shirt sleeve. I do not have riches nor lands but my strong honest hands, so an equitable man can live with

I am not sure how to get started on this act of writing memoirs for I was never one for putting words on paper. It eludes my mind and defied my scarce and nifty imagination how those writers did with finesse