Eileen Conrad, our dear friend (mother of the brood in Missouri) Sister of Aunt Nee
Come to think of it, daddy was a peanut farmer when he and mama got married; maybe that is what G-Grandpa raised.
The one thing I remember more that everything, G-Grandpa Hilly one day handed me his rifle. It was a single shot 22 calibers. He said go get us something for supper and pointed this six year old boy towards the woods. His only warning was, make sure you shoot away from the farm house, never in this direction. He did give me permission to practice on a tree. I did and it was fun. Of course I did not bring anything back for supper. That was no problem for my grandpa. He already had rabbit for supper. He told me I would have got one for sure, but he had already trapped them. I am sure I stuck my chest out.
PS: Always Remember This:You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing!!!