We had to carry our lunches to school. Most children took a gallon jug of butter milk and a big pone of corn bread, but I could never drink milk. In summer months we could go into the woods at noon and find wild grapes.

      I remember a big boy at school that stuttered so badly that no one could understand him. I was very sorry for the boy, but when he would get up to recite his lessons and say, "Skit, skit, scat," I would get tickled and fall out of my seat, and then I would get in dutch with teacher. One day the boy that stuttered was told to tend the fire. I was sitting close by the stove and I happened to notice a coal of fire pop into the boy's boot. He just kept raking the coals until the coal in his boot burned through, then he set up a terrific yell. He could not tell what was wrong with him, and I got tickled at his stuttering and could not tell the teacher either.By the time the teacher got his boot off, he pretty badly burned.

     I used to love to go to the stuttering boy's house to play with him. One morning I went to play and found he had not eaten his breakfast. I was invited in and I took a seat by the table. There were several children, and when their Ma got the breakfast on the table, she made each of them take their place at the table, then she said grace in a loud voice over each one of them. She was a slow witted person to begin with, and the way she went about saying grace got me so tickled I burst out laughing. She took out after me with the wood and chased me home.

MEN HAD TO BE MEN IN THOSE DAYS

I remember Pa rented some extra land one spring

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