Transcribed For Online by Geraldine cookie@oakhurst.net
Records Contributed by Vicki Bell-Reynolds rreynolds@pdq.net

the moon was shinning as bright as day I went outside and look all around the yard, because who ever it was couldn't get very far away but, he did.  Our front gate was about 300 feet from the house, we had about 1/2 acre of land in the front yard and ever kind of flower that grew in that part of the country and it had to be a large yard to hold all the flowers.

The front porch at the front and the sills to the floor had rotted out and the porch swagged or when you stepped up on the porch it would rub the plank flooring together and make a loud noise, it could be heard all the place.  Our front steps to the porch was two grinding wheels that had been used years a go to  grind corn meal on.

On one side of the roof of the house was long and slantting and wide also.  We would cut into quarters, about three bushels of apricots and about three bushels of peaches  and put them on top of this roof to dry when they were dried we would take them down and put them into a wooden box with some catalpa leaves some them the leaves would keep worms from forming in them.  We had an apple pealer that was bought from Ark. with my grand father and grand mother, this machine would core, slice and peel an apple at one slicing.  We would slice and peal about three bushels of apple and then put them up on the house roof to dry and when dried we would take them down and put process them the same way as we did our peaches and apricots, then we would have plenty of dried fruits for pies all the year round.  When we left the farm in the fall of 1912 we left that old apple pealer there on the place and I don't know just what became of it.

It seem like after my father death, my mother fought a loosing battle because she didnt know just how to handle the farm, my borther Ben and I didnt have enough experience with farming to carry it on successful, so she sold out cheap and give away what she couldnt sell I couldnt say just what became of everything that we had or did have.

After my father and mother left the farm the first time, they moved to Woodville and he begin to work in a store there.  one sunday afternoon they drove out into the country and getting back home late at night, all the family went in to do the chores some feeding the stock and some doing other tins, My mother and my half sister went to the cow lot to milk the cows were milking just two cows at that time. the moon was shining bright you could see all around everywhere, when they started to milk the left the lot gate open and the cow that my mother was milking was between her and the gate, when moter stood up after milking she would be facing the gate and when she stood up she saw standing in the gate just a woman skirt standing there in the gate, she said that the top of the skirt would glisten in the moon, she hollowed at my half sister to look at what was in the gate and when she hollowed this skirt turned around and walked off up the road or street. there was a big pile of lumber just across the street from our cow lot and the lumber was stacked so  the longer planks would be on the bottom of the pile and the shorter ones would be on top of pile making steps to go on top of the pile, this skirt went to this lumber pile and walked up on top of the pile and walked to the other end of the pile and stood there a little while then walked down on the ground and up the street to where there was a big oak tree. it walked under this tree into the shade and then disappeared and was never seen again, my half brother was there and he wanted to go out and see what it was and what it meant in doing like it did but, my father wouldnt let him go.  this has been a mystery to her ever since.

I had a little sister, of which at this time was only about six weeks old and there was a family lived there in Woodville  it was a widow woman with six girls and they developed whooping cough and my mother had told them not to come to our house because she didnt want the baby to catch the

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