This time I recount some of the happenings between the marriage of Mom and Dad and the time of my first memories when I was about 2 1/2 to three years old. This information was supplied by my Dad's sister, Inez and by my mother. My Dad, Duff, grew up in Sevier Co., AR and in 1920 his parents moved to Love Co., OK. Duff remained in AR working in the sawmill of his uncle, Ferd Smith. Grace, my mother, grew up in Little River Co., AR which adjoins Sevier Co on the south. When Grace and Duff were married on 11 Jun 1926 she was 15 years old and turned 16 on 27 Jul 1926. Duff was 25 years old. Shortly after their marriage Duff took Grace and went to Marietta, OK where he left Grace with his family and took his brother Albert and went to KS, NE, and SD to work in the wheat and broom corn harvest. When Duff returned from following the harvest; he and Grace went back to DeQueen, AR and were they lived when my older brother, Donal, was born 12 Jul 1927. By 1929, Duff was working in the oil fields around Tulsa, OK and they lived in a 2nd floor apartment. Mother said that Donal was at the age when he was always asking questions and had gotten a metal clothes hanger that had been straightened out. He walked around the apartment using the wire as a pointer. He would point at something and ask: "What's that?" And mother would tell him. Mother was just getting to the point of taking the wire away from him when Donal pointed at an electrical socket on the wall. Just as he was about to ask: "What's that?" The wire went into one of the slots in the socket. When the electrical shock hit him he dropped the wire as he went: "Wha--Waaaa !!" And he wouldn't pick the wire up again. Then along the line of; if she'd done that today, she'd be in jail: They were in the appartment in Tulsa and mother would have the grocery store deliver her groceries. Donal really liked the young man who delivered the groceries and looked forward to him coming. Now Donal, like me, had (and has) a tendency to be rather stubborn. And when he climbed up into the window so that he could see what was happening down below; mother told him to get down and he said: "NO!" She got a belt and whipped him and he still refused to get down. So she grabbed him and yanked him down, dragged him over to the bed and tied him to the metal bedstead, at the foot of the bed. He was tied with his arms extended out to his side, something like the pictures of Christ on the Cross. She told him that she would let him go when he agreed to stay out of the window. And he was still there over an hour later. Then came the knock when the young man delivered the groceries. When Mother opened the door and the young man saw Donal tied to the foot of the bed; he laughed and asked Donal: "What are you doing, playing cowboys and Indians?" He delivered the groceries and left. As soon as the door closed Donal said: "Mother, I'll stay out of the window if you'll let me loose."