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That’s where I saw my biggest snake. We run into a big snake up there, twenty-seven feet long. That thing was about that big around. Somebody just had killed it. They had crews there to unload (the ship). We didn’t have to touch any of it.
During a revival we were asked to visit a man at Gadsden who was very sick. Upon arriving at his home we found him to be very, very sick. He was using oxygen; he could not live without it. He was a lost man and we failed . . .
Way back in the fall of 1948 when people, and not machines, still picked cotton, I found out how wonderful it is to do a good turn for someone less fortunate. If you were less fortunate . . .
How my dad’s folks came to this area is interesting. My great grandfathers Mr. John Dahlke and Mr. Albert Look had jobs in Columbus, Ohio, having come from Germany in 1885. Two years later they read a paper written by Col. Cullman . . .
When the Depression started you would have been in your twenties. I guess you remember the Depression pretty well.
Well you couldn’t hardly buy anything.
Living on the farm you had enough to eat I guess?
I can’t say I’m any wiser than when I was 12, but I have tasted a lot of life. It has both knocked me down and lifted me up. All in all life has been wonderful – better than I deserve. When I hear form some of the other well preserved citizens . . .
I went in the canal, and I had a ’57 Ford Fairlane two-door, and it had a four-speed. I had a 312 high-performance engine and a big old Holley carburetor. That thing would fly. I mean, it was fast. My buddy Larry Taylor, who drove up with him, and another guy, Norman, was his n
A car couldn’t get in there course there wasn’t many cars around at that time. That was in ‘29 when I started to school, something like that. I was seven years old and born in ‘22 so it would be right.. . .
What do you remember when you were a little girl growing up?
Well, I remember the first airplanes, the first cars. Back then it was hard work. Soon as I got big enough to work, I started working in the fields after school. Just stayed busy. There were six of us children. .
