<TITLE>05. Par 14-16</TITLE>L-14 And now, I remember when I was a little boy... I've always liked horses, and I come over with the finest little chap here. It's Brother Vayle's boy called him Gray, I believe his name is. And if he isn't a swell little lad... I--I... He said, "To me, Brother Branham," he said, "these palm trees are for people that live here." He was a Canadian. He--he wanted to get back to the snow country.
So, he likes horses, and I said, "I tell you; you won't go wrong as long as you love nature, 'cause God's in nature."
And so we were talking, and I was thinking when I was a little lad that's what I liked. I liked... My father was a--was a rider, and he was a good rider. He used to go out, and he was a shot. Oh, my, what a shot with a revolver. He'd take these great big stone marbles, and roll them out like that, and have two guns, and shoot one, and would knock the marble in the air, and burst the marble with the other gun before it hit the ground. I couldn't hit a wash tub like that, it laying still. But I--I--I like that outdoors. And a rider... I seen him ride, till honest I--I--I'd be scared to death, riding bucking horses.

L-15 But when I was just a little lad... He met my mother. My mother is--is from Paris, Texas. My father was from Kentucky. And so, my dad was there breaking horses when he, in a rodeo, when he met mother. And so he... They were married, and mama was only fifteen years old when I was borned. So that... She was just a kid, and pop was eighteen.
But I used to want to be like my daddy. I just loved my daddy. He didn't--wasn't a Christian until a little bit before he died. I led him to Christ. But he was Irish through and through, and a real drinker. And no matter what he did, I don't care what he did; he's my daddy anyhow. See?
And listen, young folks, and whenever it gets to a place that you have to call your dear mother and daddy, no matter what they done, when it comes to a place that they're not mother and daddy just the old man and old woman, that's when you've taken one of the greatest backsliding states that's you've ever took. You'll never know what that mother means to you, and a father, until you hear that squeaking of the casket as it's going out the door. You realize it's not the old man then. You realize them gray hairs in his head; you help put them there.

L-16 And I know my old daddy worked for seventy-five cents a day until mother would take the scissors and cut his shirt loose in the back where his shirt was sunburned to his back. Seventy-five cents a day to make a living for me when I was too young to know hardly what it was about, four or five years old. Huh, he's my daddy yet. The snow probably lays over his grave today in Indiana, but he's my daddy anyhow. Yes, sir. And I loved him.
I remember I used to want to be like him. I remember one time when he used have a little old farm we worked on. I had an old plow horse. And dad let me use that one, because he's gentle and so old. And I'd plow with it, and then we'd go down to where the old watering trough was, had an old log cut out and the water trough. How many ever seen one of them little things? Say, why did I wear a tie over here this afternoon for? We're just country folks, aren't we? 'Cause we live in Palm Beach that hasn't taken the country out of us yet has it? Yes, sir. An old watering trough where the bees would go down there you know and hum around, get the hair out of their mane, or a tail of a horse and put it in there and make a horse hair snake. Did you ever see one of them cells move like? We used to do that.


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