“When I was born on the 19th day of October in 1934, our country was in the midst of the Great Depression, the deepest and longest-lasting economic downturn in the history of the Western world; the Depression was a heavy weight affecting everyone we knew. Residing quietly on our street and surrounding neighborhood’s; were the Mafia and dotted throughout the county was the Ku Klux’s Klan. I was the youngest of four sisters, Mildred, Louise, Lauretta, and Ethel. We lived in a big old house, but it was a dump and it was falling apart. It was always clean, though. My father and I were always fixing and painting because something was usually falling down.”
Though there may have been ongoing maintenance on the Haynes “big old house,” they took pride in what they owned and kept their home and property clean and looking decent. The stories told by Lloyd’s friends and family contained many common threads; one thread was the fun they had on the Haynes front porch.
“It was a big southern style type porch, a school friend remembers, that surrounded their entire home. The first time I remember sitting on that porch, I was about five years old, it was 1939.