It had a brick wall built around it with a low picket fence on top and bust have enclosed an acre or two. There was a long cedar lane - it must have been at least two blocks long - out in front of the house. The garden and the barns were down the slope on the right. On the lefthand of the lane of cedars was a beautiful yard of great big oak trees. These must have been there when the house was built. They were, most of them, as large as any oak tree I have ever seen. Well, the renter on the farm went in and cut some of these trees; I suppose, either to sell for lumber or for fire wood. This upset Grandpa and he decided to sell the farm and not be worried with a renter. He had, as I remember, 887 acres in the piece which he sold for $27.50 an acre, Well, Grandpa never cut any growing trees except the willows on the creek banks as he would saw up the trees that the wind blew down for his firewood. The man who bought this must have known timberland well, for he sold the standing timber to a lumber company without doing a lick of work, for enough money to nearly pay Grandpa for the farm. I think it actually cost the man $ 5,000.00 in cash. Then not too long after this Grand gave each of his children $8,000.00, to help those who had children, to give his grandchildren an education. The man who bought the farm, poor fellow, lost all he had made by playing the cotton market. So it seems Grandpa understood that money can go rather quickly at times.

(I must just mention a possibility which 1 have thought of many times.) I have often wondered what might have happened if Grandpa had been lining on his farm when I came to live with him in 1902. Well I might have turned out to be a farmer or a dairy man and held onto a part of this land which might be quite valuable. I doubt that you could buy it for less than $500.00 an acre now (1965). I might have had a bit more money than I now have. Then again had I been attending State or some other agricultural school, I might not have met Mama, and even if I had I am sure she wouldn't have looked at me. I had a hard time getting her as it was in a Captains uniform!! So everything considered, I am happy I got Mama - while you and I could have used some more money, I wouldn't have had it happen in any other way.

Now, I am almost through. When Grandpa died, and we went to Hopewell far his funeral, I heard an evaluation of by another man. By the way, the day he was buried was one of the worst days in January I have ever seen. When be left Taylorsville it was sleeting and raining. We did not have any heater in our cars then. A Doctor Brown that is a D. D., one of Uncle Sam's classmates at Davidson, helped with the services. I do not remember much of

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