: . . I was a little lad when : I went to Oak Grove.
School, i can r.member walking over the fields during
the winter months- The snows seemed deeper than I
was tall. My felt boots were soon wet before I reach-
ed the school. I remember my Mother saying,, "Henry
take care of your brother, go ahead. and make: a path
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