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Traveling Down Memory Lane

The beginning of the most important portion of my life did not start until late spring or early summer in 1932, until I arrived at Ms. Margaret Altis’ home near Cabool, Missouri. Two women took me into her home and left me with her. She was a midwife who worked with Dr. Edens the local MD. At the time, she was living alone in a two-room house. She had a barn with a few cows and a chicken house with chickens.

Presto! I became a member of a new family. I had a new father, mother, aunts, uncles and grandparents. I did know Ms. Altis was going to rename me. My new name became Benny Nathan Altis. Benny was after her favorite son in law Bennie Street and Nathan after her brother.

There was no way under the sun I was going to spell my name ending in “i.e.” because that is a girls name and I am boy. I made certain my name Benny ended with a “y”. The family addressed me as Little Benny and Bennie Street as Big Bennie. It was not long before everyone in this small Hamlet located in the Ozark Mountains knew me as Little Benny.

I really enjoyed my new home and family. I had a hard time remembering my new father’s name, which was Israel. I was always calling him Whitely, the name of the butler from my prior life. Should you ever get an opportunity see the movie “Chances Are” it will help you understand about prior lives. Many different people told me Israel was a lady’s man. I made a mental note to have him teach me all the tricks of the trade when I grew up,

Bennie and his wife Lydia May Street was our closest neighbor.