each other. So on this day Grandpa had on an old pair of suspenders, so old in fact that the sections in front which buttoned on to the pants had broken and Grandpa had repaired them with pieces of string. While waiting for the train to leave, Capt. Rowland came up to talk with Grandpa. As they were talking, Capt. saw the pieces ct string and quietly took out his knife, then he called Grandpa's attention to something down the tracks. When Grandpa turned to look, Capt. snipped the string to the suspenders and Grandpa had to catch his pants to keep them from falling. He soon for a piece of string and he was satisfied. However the folks had a good laugh and of course Grandpa joined in good naturedly. He always could laugh even at himself.
It will be hard for you who are so used to automobiles to understand how people lived without them. We did not have good roads and people did not have cars except a few rich folks. I can remember the first car I ever saw or rode in. That was in Richmond, Mo., not Va. where we stopped for a short visit with one of Mama's sisters in 1902 on our way from Japan to Grandpa's. Here little Lynford died, and Uncle Wallace was born soon thereafter. This car that took the missionaries to the fair would not be considered a car but it was more like a truck with chains like a bicycle chain, which worked on each side of the car. It was still a day of horses and there were son fine ones at this fair. So in these years men used to travel to the mountains in wagons or buggies. It was quite the thing to do then during the summer months. Well, a group of men from the Huntsville-Hopewell area had been on a trip in the mountains and were on their way home. They had just run out of money on their way home and had stopped at the "Bee Hive" a store run by a Mr. Watts. These men asked Mr. Watts to cash a check for them. Mr. did not know any of them and I suppose having been traveling in a wagon not reach chance to spruce up, he did not feel that they were a good risk, Wanting to help them. if he could, he asked
"Do you know anyone who lives in Taylorsville?" After thinking a moment one of then said, "Yes, I know a man who calls himself "Old John Moore". I am sure he will vouch for our honesty." Mr. Watts had just seen Grandpa walk by the store a short while before so he called one of the Negro boys to go up the street to see if he could find him, In a few minutes Grandpa stepped in the store. Mr. Watts explained the situation and asked Grandpa if he knew the men and if it would be safe to cash their check. Grandpa's answer must have surprised them all, for he said in substance "Ye, I know them, but they are nothing but a bunch of rascals and dead beats, and I wouldn't trust then out of my sight. After he had had his fun, he laughed and said to one of the men, "How much money do you need?" He then told the fellow to give him his check and Grandpa pulled out his