Rod Paschal
My father Randol Paschal dropped me off at his brother, Vance's farm for weeks over the summer holidays. We drove from Los Angeles California. Cousin Johnny being just 2 yrs older than I, we became close friends. We sleeped in the attic. Rose before dawn to collect the milking cows and milked them by hand. After breakfast we were assigned a tractor with a trailer and collected borders from fields all day long. I culled the chick's in the broiler houses and checked the auto feeders and water. I learned to not only the tractors but the old pickup truck. I was but 12 yrs old myself. Sunset bathing was in the creek running next to the house. Johnny and I took turns as the other watched for water moccasins which were a constant danger. Supper was always welcome and we all collected fresh grown food from the garden. I recall it was my duty to slope the hogs after supper. Johnny and I would tell ghot stories to each other and wonder about the future at night in the attic. Happy times I'll always cherish. RIP cousin and friend.
