When she told her husband, Mr.William Johnson, of her dissatisfaction with their marriage, he conceded that he too found it to be less than he expected, and he had been secrectly hoping to leave and study religion.
They parted amicably, Annie keeping the one-room house and william taking modt of the cash to carry himself to Oklahoma.
Annie, over six feet tall, big-boned, decided that she would not go to work as a domestic and leave her "precious babes" to anyone else's care.
There was no possibility of being hired at the town's cotton gin or lumber mill, but maybe there was a way to make the two factories work for her.
One early evening to see if she was ready, she placed stones in two five-gallon pails and carried them three miles to the cotton gin. She rested a little, and then, discarded some rocks, she walked in the darkness to the saw mill five miles farther along the dirt road.
For the naxt five years, on balmy spring days, blistering summer noons, and cold, wet, wintry middays, Annie disappointed her costomers, who could count on seeing the tall, brown-skin woman bent over her brazier carefully turning the meat pies. When she felt certain that the workers had become dependent on her, she built a stall between the two hives of industry and let the men run to her for their lunchtime provisions.