Baby Bill’s Uncle Ernest and Aunt Essie Miller ran a little country store near Brush Creek, a few miles upstream from Neilis.
He remembers the large glass jars of sugar cookies in big glass jars on the counter and other sweets to tempt the children. One weekend the Maxey family was visiting their home which was in the back rooms of the store.
Aunt Essie had made a big metal dishpan full of homemade potato chips for us. Everyone ate a reasonable amount, but not Baby Bill! He took the rest of the pan of greasy chips to a separate room and proceeded to eat until he could hold no more.
For some reason, after that,
he never did like potato chips very well.
Poor Little Baby Bill …