About 1940 we moved into an old house that  was owned by my grandparents.  My Aunt Novella and Uncle Edward Brooks had lived there before we moved in.  It was in this house that my brother Arthur was born, on July 4, 1941. On the day he was born J. C. and I were taken to Granddaddy and Grandmother’s house. The doctor came to our house and delivered him. We were small and didn’t know what was going on until we were told we had a new brother.

 We could see Granddaddy and grandmother’s  house from our house.  I remember watching their light through the windows at night.  I always wanted to stay with them and was very sad when we could not. 

The old house where we lived was not in good repair and my dad and granddad decided to build a new house not long after we moved in.  They tore down the old house and used some of the lumber in the new house.

My brother and I had to pull nails out of the old boards. I have never forgotten how much I disliked that job and was very happy when it was done. We probably didn't pull very many nails as we were small and could not do very much work. 

We must have stayed with my grandparents while the house was being built. I can't remember much about the building of the house.

After the new house was built we must have lived there another 3 or 4 years and then moved up on the Paris highway about half way between Como and Paris.