Convo I had yesterday with Mrs. Irene Staha

I was at a family party yesterday and I got to speaking with Irene Staha, the mother of my uncle. I picked her brain about what she was doing the day that JFK was shot and then we talked about what it was like when the blacks and whites had to use separate bathrooms, sinks and drinking fountains. She never saw any difference between the races. She said she used to pick cotton right along side blacks and she never saw the difference. It was a wonderful conversation. She almost lite up when I was asking about events during him lifetime. She lost a few friends due to WW2.