<TITLE>04. Par 10-12</TITLE>L-10 I remember the little old place where I come from, and no matter how humble it was... Every one of you here can remember the old place where mother used to stand under the tree, perhaps, on an old cedar wash tub with a washboard, you was a little girl or boy, playing around. Many times you remember that, the many heartaches, and sorrows that's went through, how you pulled onto her an old spotted apron. Like to see her again today, but that can't be now. No, she's gone on.
Like to see old dad, when I used to see him come from the field with that red handkerchief sticking in his pocket. See him get up of a morning, on a cold morning, go back and make a fire in a big old drum stove. I used to hear him sing:
Oh, where is my boy tonight,
My heart overflows
For a loving he knows,
Oh, where is my boy tonight?
I seen him stand by the little old wash bench with his sleeves rolled up, and washing his face and hands; and he had real black wavy hair. He'd look around. Oh, how I would like to see him once more. But I can't; he's gone on. Here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come. If you could go back to the home where you was raised at, it wouldn't be the home that you was one time.

L-11 Here a few days ago, I was taking someone who came to visit me up to where the old home place was. Why, there's a housing project. Well, it--it isn't the old home any more. We have no continuing city.
I remember when I... First little old home we lived in was a log house. There was about three or four of us little Branhams out there. We didn't even have a floor, just--just the dirt. Papa, in the--right in the middle of the floor, he had a--a stump that'd been sawed off and laid in there, some rock laid on top of it; and old drum stove sitting there. And how that the table, what it was made out of: an old bench that he got some boards off of a barn down there, and sawed a bench out like a church pew like, and set it behind the table.

L-12 And mama had a little old, what we call a monkey stove. Anybody know what a monkey stove is, let's see your... Oh, my, that's fine. And old fashion coal oil lamp. Did you ever clean a lamp chimney? Let's see... Well ju... I'm not the only country boy here. I'm going to take off my coat and feel right at home. That's right. Yes, sir.
How many of you ever slept on a straw tick? Let's see your hand. Well, say, Chicago's not a big place after all, is it? That's right. My, my, how many times have I slept on an old straw tick. And first time you put in there, maybe feel the grasshopper kicking, have to get up and find him you know, when he was down in there. Why, many times I've done that. Sure.


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