Growing up in the 1920s in this area was great. We didn’t know we were poor. Everybody else was, so it didn’t make any difference. We didn’t have – I didn’t have a bicycle for a long time. I finally made one out of parts, but we did have a car; an old Model T, and we had an old Chevrolet later. We thought it was great. Had five of us; I have three sisters and one brother, he’s the youngest.

Well, you know, in those days we had to entertain ourselves so there was a lot of mischief we could get into. I don’t think anything in particular was bad, but we kept busy. I remember one thing, I picked strawberries for a neighbor, he had a little patch and I got paid a penny a quart and that was big money in those days. I think he sold them for about twelve cents a quart (laughing), but then…we had a lot of fun.

We did a lot of ice skating, a lot of hunting, fishing and, uh, enjoyed my family really. We were all pretty healthy kids except me. I had an infection in my right ear when I was ten years old and I lost the hearing in my ear so I have been running on one since, but you adjust to it.