"I knew him only 3 years after we were married. He was a small, bright-eyed man who missed little that went on. Very percetive [sic] where the rest of family laughed at the ignorant little city girl my husband had married. He slipped in many a time & showed me how to build a fire, milk a cow, slop a hog & stay safely away from her. I learned to love him very much in those 3 years.
"Two years after we were married he started having strokes. I can never forget the last, was Thanksgiving day. He tried to walk to table & started to fall. Was his last walk. He was bed-fast from then on & lingered till Jan of 1926. There were few tears when he went. Everyone was so relieved his suffering was over.
"He was a farmer and much respected in the community. He died many years ago. But he's still remembered."
-- Jessie S. Drinkwater
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