I had my days; I did what I had to do, what I was told to do. Believe me my parents didn’t believe in sparing the rod, but then we, you know, never gave them much reason to really be hard punishment. Things was hard, we lived on farms quite a bit. We had to go out and work, you know? My sister and I were the oldest and we helped make hay, milk cows, fed the pigs, you know I did it, you know? We were not prissy girls. We did the deed.

And then of course later when they started bailing hay we were expected to go out and buck bails just like a boy would do. I had a younger brother but he was daddy’s little boy and namesake, you know, and he got to drive the tractor because girls didn’t do things like that! But, remember this, behind every man there is a good woman! (Laughter)

I had three younger brothers, but I had twin brothers that came along as tag-tails, you know, we sort of – as I say, they were very young when my father passed away. My one younger brother worked for The Company…you understand what I’m saying?

The Company and, until the work got too stressful and he had a slight heart attack and he was sort of put out to pasture. But to this day it’s one of those things we don’t talk about, but we are still all under surveillance because of the connections.

His twin worked in a factory, and now he’s retired and he drives a truck for kicks. He likes going over the country around over the country driving a truck and seeing the world. We are a very varied family.