As told by Jackie Garvin
My grandparents lived in the southeastern Alabama town of Geneva, most noted for its cotton mill. It was a tiny town, but a wonderful, somewhat magical place for me as a young girl. Granddaddy worked at the cotton mill and had the option to rent a house in the village for little to no money. The house was wooden and unpainted; it had three rooms with no insulation and was heated with a single coal furnace. There was an indoor bathroom. The primitive cotton mill village house was a significant upgrade from any house my grandparents had occupied during their sharecropping days.