Hughes, Hollis

It all began before daybreak on a February morning in 1928, in a house that was far too well ventilated in winter's cold. I fell in love with books at an early age because my mother, a gifted reader, carried us four kids and my father to worlds far different from our world of the 1930's. Though I grumbled about having to go to school, I loved it, but had enough smarts not to admit it. On graduating from high school, I found a small Methodist college that offered me room, board, and tuition in exchange for work. Early in my sophomore year, I was given work I fell in love with in the college lib...