“Mallory’s Chapel had a mill on that creek behind me, Gibb’s Mill. Mr. Gibbs lived up on the hill and he run a mill there. On rainy days, me and my daddy shucked corn and shelled off the bad grains. We went to this mill with a mule and wagon. We’d make grits, we’d make flour...according to what you put into it. We’d do that until we run out of flour and mill and go back again. Mr. Gibbs took a toll out of what we ground, what we done, and it didn’t cost no money. So that was good in those days.”
Worde Riden, interviewed April 18, 2009

