My grandmother could not read. When important matters needed attention, she would have me to assist her. I can recall calling the electric company & arranging payments on her behalf or reading scriptures from the Bible to her. I was around 12 or 13 doing these things. The joy, I felt, when she would call me to read something to her. I was her trusted person. She was a God loving woman. She lived during a time when Black girls & boys were needed in the fields and not in the schoolhouses.