Now days, people don't think enough of one another to joke at each other. Old man Lonzo Holmes was one of the men that played the joke.   I have forgotten the other man.

     As I am nearing the way I shall pass on, I love to think back on my boyhood days.  So many of my old friends have crossed on over to the other side.

     Old Bob Drafton is still around.  One night he and I were coming home from church and we decided to go by his half brother's and get two of his old hens and have a chicken roast.  We got his chickens.  In a day or two, I started feeling very sorry about taking them.  I went over to see Bob and I told him I was ashamed of myself for taking his Brother's chickens, for he was a sick man.  He just had one lung and went all drawed over.  He sure was in bad shape.  We talked it over and decided to get out and steal some more chickens and give them to his brother. So we did!  We took the old hen and, after dark, put them on the roost.  This was my last time to get out and hustle chickens!  We were not hungry.  We just wanted something to do.  Since my wife and I have been married, we have had as many as thirty hens stolen in one night.  I never made a fuss, because I knew just how boys were.  They just have got to get out and get into some kind of mischief.

     Any boy raised on a farm could learn quite young to ride horses.  Way back when the first railroad came from Segwick to Light, there was a lot of young men that would come to visit our place from the railroad camp.   My older brother worked on this railroad.  They would come out with him on Saturday and Sunday nights.  They all rode good riding horses.

     I couldn't have been more than six years old.  I was a live wire!  I was little, but I had the ambition to do things.   Those same men would have me sing for

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