In 1945 my wife and I sold our personal property and made another trip to California.  We stayed out here through 1945 and 1946.  Then in the fall of 1946  I decided to go back to Arkansas and go into the rice growing business.

     Although I had a good job here in California, I made good money on my rice for four years.  Then, we sold our farm, and came back to California.  We are making our home here for the remainder of our stay on earth.  I am sure we will have a much better home when we leave all things behind pertaining to this life.

     Since establishing our home in California, for the first five years, I was lucky in procuring a good job as long as I wanted to work.

     My first job was with a packing house as night watchman.  I kept this job for  six months.  Being up all night, I got to where I couldn't eat or sleep.  I had to give it up.  After that, I had a job picking fruit.  I made pretty good money at this too.  When I reached the ripe old age of seventy-two, I got down off my lemon ladder one day and said to myself,   "This is it.  I'm not coming back any more!"  They are still trying to get me to come back and pick fruit.

     I go to town two or three times a day.   I try to keep on the move and out of this hard work with a shovel.  I have learned that if I grunt with my back enough, my wife will send me to the house.  It took me a long time to find a way to care for myself, for I believe that I have done as much hard work as any man of my age.

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