I remember hearing Dad say, "I've been awful good to Grandma, I've not raised one speck of dust;
but I'm going home tomorrow, because Grandma says I must." This was one of Dad's little stories.
As children growing up we did not have many things to do to entertain us, so we found our own sources of entertainment. When we lived in Clay County we had geese. We used to catch them and carry them half a mile to the top of the hill. We would pitch the geese up in the air and watch them fly to the bottom of the hill.
We moved from Clay County and stayed our very first night in Laurel County. While we slept, it snowed 21 inches. Gene and I got up the next morning and walked across the field. I remember we were pretty blue and one of us said, "It never snowed like this back in Clay County."
When Gene and I were young we slept upstairs in the old farmhouse. It was the girls' job to turn the beds down each night. When Gene and I got upstairs and the bed wasn't turned down ready to get into, we we'd be as mad as could be and we would turn around and go right back downstairs because that was the girls' job.
When Jewell Dean and Gene hoed corn, Gene would "pass out" until Jewell Dean was near the end of the row. He would then hop up and catch up with her finishing his row at the same time.
We saved our radio battery all week so we could listen to the Grand Ole Opry on Saturday nights. Sometimes we warmed the battery in the oven.
Vernon, Ellis and I took cattle to Uncle Dense's farm. He had a horse there and we used it to herd the cattle until we got caught!
Vernon and I sawed down a black gum to make wheels for a toy wooden wagon. The tree fell across the tobacco bed and tore the canvas. We patched it up as best we could, but were scared to death.
Vernon and I caught a screech owl. It attached itself to Vernon's finger, taking skin and all and leaving claw marks down his finger.
Ellis had a pet squirrel named Pedro. One day it bit him and would not turn loose. He ended up choking it to death trying to release it.
When Elva got letters from soldier friends, I would get them out of the mailbox. She would chase me all over the farm until she caught me.
My Mother was the best person I've ever known. She would never say an unkind word about anyone. Anytime anyone would ever criticize anyone else, Mom would always say, "Well maybe they will do better."