Yes. I didn't do much of it. I had the children to look after and the
cooking and washing and ironing and the sweeping and so on. We raised
chickens and I did look after the chickens. Later on, we got into the
chicken business seriously and had a couple of thousand birds out there
at one time. And I still was doing that part myself with James doing
everything else. He drove the tractor … we started off with a mule and
one man. Of course, there were families on the place who were renting
and had been doing most of the farming and James had somebody to help
with the whole farm, he had plenty of help, but the man who helped him a
lot in the garden, I remember, was disgusted about the second year that
we were out here when James bought a little garden tractor. It would be
a very ancient, over-simplified looking thing today, but it was a great
big step forward for us. James said that if he could just pay for that
little tractor, he thought it would pay off—it would be a good
investment. It wasn't as cranky as a mule for one thing and he could
feed it when he wanted it to work only and could do a lot more work with
it. The man who was helping us was very much disgusted because he said
that he had to have something that he could say, "Whoa" to and it would
whoa.
[Laughter] This tractor just didn't
"whoa." So, James was the one who handled the tractor. Somewhere, we
have a snapshot of that first year when we planted oats back here by the
back of the carriage house, down to where the old ford crossed the
branch, that's a pasture now. Well, that was a grain crop of some kind
then and we have a snapshot somewhere of that field with little small
stacks, only a head high, scattered around all over. James had cut that
hay and raked it and piled it himself and we went out and took a picture
of it. We were like two youngsters just starting out and it
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at that time …well, we started off out here, when I was about thirty and
he was about forty, thirty-one and forty-one or something like that. So,
we were not just spring chickens starting out our first experience, and
yet, everyday was a brand new day. I used to get up some mornings so
excited that I couldn't stay in the bed any longer and I would sneak out
and go look and see if it was really the day out there, if it was the
same place, what was going to be new today. It was just like you were
going out to meet the day. I couldn't wait to see what would happen. And
the children were always like that and I would be so exhausted that I
would think, "Oh, I'll never live to see them grow up." But at the same
time, that was a physical thing and every single morning, if you are
young enough, you get rested in the night and in the morning, I would
wake up and think first thing of all about the children and wonder what
they were going to do today, "What is going to happen today?" Or I would
wonder what somebody else was going to do today. It was just marvelous
to live in a place like this with nice people around you. No wonder I …
if I hadn't been a romantic before, I would have become one, I guess.
[Laughter] There were [unknown] people on the place. I wish that I had kept a
record of them and the things that happened, old sayings and little
interesting things that involved some of the people. One time, one man
who came to this farm just about a year after we had moved here, or
maybe the same year, Uncle Joe Hampton. He was an uncle of the last man
who is about to leave now because he has a job somewhere else and I
don't need to farm out here, Uncle Joe was one of the old-time people
who hunted and trapped and fished every spare minute he could get. He
knew the woods and he knew the branch and the swamp back there toward
the river and late
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early spring, especially he used to be out with his gun after a squirrel
or a rabbit. He knew their habits and feeding times and the best places
to find them and all that sort of thing. I remember that we were always
having emergencies and too many things, we would get into states of
crisis that got compounded immediately you know, and you think that you
will never live through it, if you stop to think that much. You just
kept one foot after the other one to see if you could survive. One of
the times like that when James had been going along and feeling tired
and getting sick or something, late in the afternoon, James was away
from home and Uncle Joe came to the back door and one of the children
came running to me and said, "Uncle Joe is here." I said, "Well, he
comes by all the time, why do you look so scared?" He said, "I think he
got hurt." So, I flew out to see what was the matter with Uncle Joe and
the poor man was standing at the back door. He had his gun, I think
under his arm or leaning against him and he was just standing there and
he was holding one hand in the other. I said, "Uncle Joe, what is the
matter? Are you all right?" He said, "Well, Miss, I shamed to tell you.
I just too shamed to tell you." He was laughing sort of hysterically, a
very uncomfortable, miserable laugh, but he thought he had to laugh
about it, you know and maybe keep from getting scared to death. He said,
"I was down yonder shooting a squirrel and I shot my hand, I hit my own
hand. I was down yonder on the branch after a squirrel and I saw him
hopping. He kept going from one tree to the next." Joe was trying to
follow him around on the ground. He said, "He got in a great big high
tree and there was a lot of vine in that tree, a grape vine and I
reached up and I couldn't get him in the sight of my gun. I finally got
him in sight and the vine was a little in the way and I pulled the vine
out of the way and shot my hand and I shot my finger off." He was
holding the finger. It had come completely off. He
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was holding it in his hand and blood was just gushing out. I said, "Wait
just a minute, let me get a rag to bind around that to hold the bleeding
the best I can." I grabbed something, I always used to keep what my
mother kept when I was a little child, a rag bag, old scraps of sheets
or things that had been through the wash and boiled clean and put down
in a clean bag for emergencies. So, I got a piece of soft sheet and tied
it tight around his whole hand and I wrapped it and told him to hold it
tight himself and get in the car—and I grabbed up the two children who
were here at the time and put them in the car with him and we sat out
for the hospital twelve miles away and got into the emergency room. The
doctor said that it was too late to put it back on and Uncle Joe said,
"Well, I guess that it is kind of silly, but I don't know how to do
without my finger. You don't throw away a piece of yourself, so I
brought the finger along for that reason, I thought maybe something
could be done." That was one of the rough times. Everybody has troubled
times and I used to have them on Saturdays and Sundays when the doctors
were out of their offices and maybe gone to the beach for a well
deserved rest. Even the dogs got snake bites on Saturdays when the vet
was gone.
[Laughter] It really happened
that way.
[Laughter] It seems more so than
it was, but the people who came through these yards … I wish I could
remember all of them.