This is a picture of my Mother, Myrtle Gordon, holding my little brother David. She is sitting in back of one of the burlesque tents and next to the tent truck that we lived in. After pulling into the lot where the carnival would be, the roustabouts would empty the tents out of the trucks and then pull down the murphy table and benches from the inside walls. We, of course, had no running water or toilets. We did, via a drop line, have electricity. We ate our meals with the other carnys in the cook tent. My Mom washed our clothes by hand in a metal wash tub using a scrub board. We also took our baths in this tub and for some reason David loved to sit on it in the sun. My Mother was and is my Hero. I miss her very much.
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