<TITLE>02. Par 4-6</TITLE>L-4 So they brought the fellow down, in a... I never felt so sorry for anyone in my life. The poor kid standing there... Now, I'm just as well off as anybody, but he had just as much as I had, but... See? I looked at him, and he had a jacket on; it'd been washed through the washer, not very good at that, and trousers about a dollar a pair. And his little old wife standing there, little blond, had hitchhiked all the way from Indianapolis, hundred and twenty miles to meet him, get married. Poor kid didn't have any shoes on her feet, hardly. I nearly broke my heart. I thought, "My girl might be that way someday." I wanted to buy the little thing a pair of shoes. I was afraid it'd hurt her feelings. And she was real backward. She was standing there: beautiful little old girl.
And I asked them if they loved each other. They said, "Sure."
So I said, "Well now, remember, happiness does not consist of how much of the world's good you own, but how contented you are with the portion that's 'lotted to you." So that's what it be. I said, "Now, there'll be times that you all won't see things alike. But always remember you're still in love. When you see one set in the way and the other one don't..." I said, "Give in. If they're wrong, it'll show. After while it'll be all right." I said, "There's a little bowl in a human heart that is full of golden oil called love. If it is ever broke it can be healed up, but there'll be a scar there as long as you live." I said, "Don't never have..." I said, "Always give to each other and remember that what your vows are."

L-5 I married them. They didn't have no place to go. They had an old '28 Chevrolet, and the headlights was wired on with baling wire. So he went out on the river at New Albany, where there used to be an old rolling mill, an old switch yard. During the time of the depression, it went under, and boxcars and tracks tore up. He got one of those cars, and got him a saw and sawed him a window in it, and he work--went to work for Mingles Box company up there, and he--they lived in this boxcar. And they had newspapers for paper on the wall with tacky button. You know?
I'd don't know whether you know... How many knows what a tacky button is. Oh, I got you that time. Ha, ha. So somebody up there does...?... Well, it's a--it's a tack with a piece of cardboard; you just tack it on. You see? It make it hold better (You see?), like that. Tacky button they call it. We use them much there down in the south.

L-6 So they--they had their house papered like that. And then about two months after that, a friend of mine married a real rich girl. And they... He liked me so well, he wanted me to have the wedding. So we had to rehearse it over many, many days before. Then when I married them, had to go way back in a booth of flowers and kneel on a pillow and so forth to marry them. And they built her a lovely home up on the Silver Heights, which is one of the most, well, the classiest place that we have in the city, up over facing the river, which is very beautiful up there. And just only very restricted to maybe twenty-five, thirty thousand dollar homes the cheapest thing to put up there. I guess theirs cost around a hundred thousand.


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