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The va^iter of the follcv/ing letter needs no introduction to you boys. He /^I'.ev/.up here the village Yjibh you - None other than Ted Caldwell. Tod is no'.'i S!^.:es- Moji-'-ger fo:' Lij.j;' 'i.iils Ccmnc?:n7 iid lives ijri Shelby,'.. ■'He a, very attractive v;i.fe _ar;d rv/o fiiie youngs ter s^ N?jicy arid Bob, . ’ Kis ietts.y v;ill evoke pleasar.t meDorle^' for many of you and, if it rolls ■ . : .-?-vMy the 'years, causing you to laugh with him and ;at him, Tod ’will be happy, ■ Dear F^llowa;: . > • Jim, Osborne asked me the other day if I v^ould .v/rite a letter to you boys for this-'isw^e of. the KOOV,^ telling ;Scmo->.ing aro'ifc boyhood days in Lavjndal'e, I re.aliiz;o that it is .pretty bad !tr- w.*ibe at?, articl'e '.ind taj^v.a lot about yourself, but* I kno’.v ;nore jokes and near-, thirags , on .myself tha,.'. an^yone c.lse, so I have 'decided -to tell you seyeral things tnrt .hrippenod to '^^5 v.’hal.' x ms gi*ov^ing up in Lavmdale, One other boy who could ask about as many questions as I could was Ralph ISaker— John Ealcer vdll vouch for this stateneni^c • . ' I understand this is the first- anniversary of TIIF. KOO\^R RAIL, and , to Jim Osborne •and the, others there on the staff, who have worked so hard to bring this paper to you boys, I.Y/ould ;like • to offer my ccngratulations,c I am only about 10 miles from Lawn dale, and got up there every week-end, but I still enjoy every page of -THE HOOVER RAIL and can imr^ine what you boys a\yay froiii'home thl’ilc of this. pape;c*o ■ The first real trouble that I remember ever getting- into in Lawndale was when I vifas, about 14. year-s old, or probably a little younger, and I was in the Company store one evening about 6 o'clock during a raijistormc Vfnen I, started home to supper, I not iced an umbrella setting at the store, and I .asked Charlie YJcc.se if I could use it. He told me I could, so I ups with the m^ibrellay went on,home, and had supper, return ing about 6:30 to find Uncle Johnny Lattijnore out in front ofthe store, cussing like a drunken sailor, because I had taken his iuiibreU,a. I don’t thinlc there^ is any need ,of tpj.ling you what all Uncle Johrxny said to me, but, I was mighty glad to get him back on my side again, . _ . - That v;as just about as scared as I have ever .been, except one night a fevi years later, when I decided I vjould like to. become a. night watchman. Hal Schenck told me one- evening- to go ahead and rej.ieve Jesse Eaker, who would' fire the boiler that night, 1 ji;ot along cli’ight the first night, making all the rounds, and so far as I know,_ punche'd all the keys. However, by the next night,Eelve Canipe had found out that I was. watching, and he hid, up in the spinning room, and just as I started to punch the last key in the upper end of the spinning room, I3elve made a weird sound, and pounded ,on thefloor with a heavy bundle of cotton warp. V/ell, I have heard about people get ting so scared their hair would stand up, but this time my hair did stand straight upi Bolve-.tells to this day that X yelj.ed out, "Look out there, Bqlve, you»re fixing to ; get shop!', and then started running for jlear lifo^ I; remember that I. did not finish , watching that night, as this was, the 2 O'clock roun^, _.but I -went back mid told Jesse ’ , Ealier that he could fire and r-ight v;atch, too., if he wanted to, , but that I was going home — and I did go home, ^ ■ Maybe the best -Imown story that is told on me around Lawridale is the year that I tried to turn farmer, and produce a bumper crop of peanuts. I had tvjo nice rov^s* across our garden, from the back of our.kitghpn out to."Doodle" Laughlin's hogpen, and^if I do sa;^' it, they wore nice vines, I. had bragged to "Buck"'Southards, and others, that I vvouldn*t,buy any of their rotten peanuts this year, as I was going to have peanuts for sale, ^ong about the middle of August, while the peanuts were bloor.iing, I became very impatient to harvest my .crop,, and one ai'ternoon I was up in the bai'ber shop getting my hair cut. I' told "Buck" Southards .and ^Valt Lee about rjy crop. It had been dry for 3 or v/eeks, and we., were needing rain. I reme^iber that/ V/alt Lee said that if it rained,on the peanuts that,they would certainly-be rotten, and if they ;vere in full bloom, that it was time for me to harvest them. "Buck" also agreed that if I failed to pull them up in the next fev; days, they would all be rot ten. I ran home and told llama v;hat these two great farmers, I.ir, Southards Mr, Lee LclC to.ld me, and she begged me not to pull them up. But I started out, and pulled up every vine completely across the garden. All I was getting was 2 or 3 little soft shell peanuts, and v/hen you mashed them, the water v;ould ooze out. Hama kept begging (Continued on next page)
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