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Farming

At the age of four I got to go out into the field and ride the tractor with him until I was sleepy tired. Sometimes planting and other times cultivating. I remember he could roll a Prince Albert cigarette almost with one hand while driving the tractor. As I got sleepy he would hold onto me until he was ready to come back into the house for something. He would hand me over to grandma so she could take over. At the end of the day when he was done he would give me a 50 cent piece or a stick of juicy fruit gum. He would tell me how much he loved me and what a good job I had done. I also remember getting to kind of drive the tractor with a wagon load of picked cotton into Sedgwick, Arkansas to the cotton gin. He would hold me at the wheel and let me steer until I was tired of it. We may have got up to five miles per hour for about five miles. Kinda got my wheels going at an early age. Loved by him and loved him right back.