<TITLE>05. Par 13-15</TITLE>L-13 Seen mama take that big old stick she had hanging on the wall, a piece of an old... Well, she done... used to... She'd used to poke her clothes with out in the--in the yard when she was boiling her clothes. Did you ever boil your clothes? Thank God. Oh, my, lye soap, you know? And she'd use that to put your clothes in. She had a string in it; she'd hang it up on the wall.
Now, that was herb on that side, but the other side was the--was the golden rule that hung on the other, right over the door. You see? It was a hickory about that long with all the ten commandments wrote out on the end of it. Little boys must behave, and dad believed in the golden rule in that way. So then, if that ever come up missing, there was a razor strop laying back in the back there. That took its place. I tell you, my education was pretty stiff. Dad, I...?... that Irish eyes flashed like Stonewall Jackson, I knowed something was in for me when--when I done wrong. But I love him today with all my heart. He never give me half the whippings that I deserve.
And then, I remember mama used to take that stick and smooth out the--the bed, you know, mash it down, you know, and smooth it out. How many knows what a bolster is? It's a big... Well, what do you know. Say, is anybody here from Kentucky, raise up your hand. Well, my, my, that's really something, isn't it? All right.

L-14 Down in Indiana, or this is Indiana. Down in Southern Indiana, it's some, I laughed there one day in my church, I said, "How many here is from Kentucky," and about two-thirds of them stood up. Someone said... I said, "I don't get it."
And one of them stood and said, "Brother Branham," said, "ground hogs in Kentucky just took the country." So coming across from over the other side.
But there, in the front of this little old log cabin, I remember, I used to look at them old chinks, mud in the cracks like that, and I'd say, "My, that house will stand forever. Why, it can't go down; what a wonderful place it is." But my, you should see it now. See? Here we have no continuing city.
And around in front of the door was a place wore off; it was just bare slick where we, little bunch of Branham's played out there like a bunch of little opossums, or something, around there, little bitty fellows, wallowing around over one another. Say, I--I'd like to live that over again. I--I really would, I--I say.

L-15 I remember the old spring where I used to go down there and lay down on my stomach and drink and drink. Come back up, go out and take dad a jug of water out of the spring back out to the field where he was in harvest or something: worked so hard till I seen my mama cut his shirt loose from his back from sunburn, where it'd stick to his back, seventy-five cents a day to take care of me.
Look, it's true. You have read my life story, out there. My dad did drink, but I don't care what he done, he's still my daddy. And let me tell you something young folks, this afternoon. Don't you never get little enough to call your mother and dad "the old man and woman." You don't never do that, no matter what they are. No matter what they are; you respect them as your dad and mother. You'll never know what, how you love them, till you hear the cat... squeaking of a casket going out, and knowing that's the last of it. It won't be the "old man and woman" then.


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