When I got back to town, dad didn’t run me off. He let me stay there. Me and George went over to the Court House in Jackson County and the Justice of the Peace married us. George dropped me off back at mom and dad’s . . . we didn’t have us a place to stay yet. It was January 8. It was so cold that day, there was lots of ice on the streets. I got outta the car . . . I was so pregnant . . . I lost my balance and slipped in the road. I went down like a hundred pound bag of potatoes. My feet just went one way and I went the other. I flopped down so hard I almost cried. George had already taken off. Somehow I was able to get up and make it in the house. My hip was bruised so bad. I just laid down. I thought I might lose the baby. I thought George would sure hate that timing . . . for me to have a miscarriage the same day we “had to get married.”