made his home in the Mill Barnyard. Mother said the first word I learned to say was "Jack". He came to the fence whenever anyone was in sight. Maybe he was lonesome - just a lonely "old white mule". When I was about three, we moved to the Parker house - still within the shadow of "The Mill". I remember being taken to the new home but don't recall just how I got there. Brother Earl tells me he pushed me down the path in my buggy. Our new home was a larger house, shaded by tall pines and maple trees. Here was a large garden and a big fruit orchard. The first unusual event I clearly recall occurred on May 7, 1890. There seemed to be strange things astir that morning. Finally, sister Edith told me there was a surprise for me in the front room. Firmly holding on to her hand I walked in - slowly approaching the couch where I detected something all wrapped up in a blanket. Sister carefully removed the cover, announcing "you have a baby brother". That event stands out in my memory most vividly. I wasn't quite certain I wanted a baby brother. I seemed to sense somehow that this baby would be pushing me aside from the "center front" spot I had held as the more or less spoiled "little sister". However, we became close companions through all the years of childhood, sharing in the usual experiences of growing up. One thing I most clearly remember about this baby