<TITLE>06. Par 16-19</TITLE>L-16 A lot of times they're right, when you think they're wrong. Always, "Honor thy father and mother, which may lengthen the days upon the earth, the Lord thy God giveth thee." That's the first commandment with promise. Be kind to your mother and dad.
I remember my daddy died. He was just beginning to gray a little bit at the temples. When he laid there in the casket, and I picked up his head, which had died right on my arms... And I picked up his head and his locks of hair fall down, I thought, "Oh, dad." I looked at his hand. He had had his finger cut off there in the shredder one day. I thought of all the heartaches that I'd caused him. It wasn't "the old man," that was my daddy. I don't care who else, what they thought about him; he was still my dad. I loved him. And I love him today. I had the privilege of leading him to Christ. Now...
And my mother, also. My mother is a living. She's supposed to arrive here this afternoon. And I trust that she will get here.

L-17 Now, back in those days I remember some of the little things, just for details. I remember one thing that out-stood in them days, was, every Saturday night go to town to get the groceries. Did you ever have to do that, go in on a Saturday night and get the food for the week? We lived in the country, and I'd work hard all week. I got a dime, when I was a great big boy, twelve, fourteen years old. I got ten cents. Dad said, "Don't spend it all in one place: ten cents."
Billy says, "Daddy, you got five dollars you can let me have?" How things have changed, certainly have.

L-18 I remember that ten cents; I'd go to town, and, my, go into this store. And I'd get my--my dime changed, and I'd get a pennies worth of red hots, about that many in a sack. They wouldn't even let you look at them, hardly, for a penny now. Then I'd go over to get a penny ice cream cone, little bitty old ice cream cone. You get it for a penny. What a day that was. But now it's different.
Then when we were little bitty lads, I remember when we was all at home, you know, playing around the house, I used to see dad come home. And on Saturday evening, we'd all, or afternoon, he'd get a little old buckboard of affair, jersey wagon; we had a little old mule we hooked to that wagon. And if it was wintertime, we'd put straw in the back of the--of the wagon, little covered over wagon. And we'd get blankets and wrap up.

L-19 And dad and mother set in the front seat. And down the road they would go, and mother and dad talking you know, they was about twenty-five years old apiece, I guess. And they was setting up there talking, you know, driving this little old mule. Why, we was in first class. Wasn't our mule or wagon, but we were going somewhere, to the store.
Dad would get about three dollars and a half for the week. And he would go down there to spent every bit of it nearly for groceries to feed all those kiddies through the week. We didn't have fried chicken and so forth, but we did have to get things that really stuck to the ribs: potatoes, and things like that, that really hung on, went a long ways.


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