Gillette Wyo 9-12-71 Hi Pat, First Mick "Billie" was borned at Camp San Saba less than a quarter of a mile from where Dad and Uncle John was borned. It was in a tent on Uncle Brack Teague's place. Morgeson's lived about a hundred feet from the place where the house that Dad and Uncle John were borned in, had stood. The place where I was raised was about 300 feet on the other side. We sold our place to Morgeson's. At the time Mick was borned Teague's lived in Camps. They later sold out and moved to the Dobbs place up on Katemcy Creek. They were still in the C. S. S. school district but transferred to the Katemcy School in Mason County. Uncle John's family were never there after that. The doctor was Dr. Jackson from Voca, about four miles down the San Saba River from Camp San Saba. He was late for the arrival as Uncle John had to go after him on horseback and pull his car across the river. I have heard that tale many times from Aunt Lydia and Mrs. Bell Morgeson. Dr. Morton was in Katemcy. Teague's started using him after they moved. He delivered three of Ben's brothers, Ewell, Millard, and Milton. I had pneumonia in the same tent Mick was borned in. We used the same Dr. He charged $10.00 for Mick and $7.50 for me. After Uncle John moved away, he sent the bill for Mick to Dad and he paid it. That was in 1922. About Fannie, I think you will find she was married between 1917-19. It probably wasn't in Fisher County but one of the joining counties. McLaurine's moved about every year but they were in that part of the state several years. They were like the McLaughlins only old man McLaurine always had money even if he didn't have a chair to sit on. In 1930 when we were in that country looking for them, a man told us about selling Mr. Mc fifty cows. They eat dinner sitting on the floor, then Mr. Mc pulled the cash out of his pocket and paid for the cows. The man that run the general store at Winnsboro said he would sell the whole store to Mr. Mc and wait a year for his money and never count it. Not bad for an honest name. Old Uncle Ab Turner seemed to think Grandpa (Henry McLaughlin) had done some living before he come to Texas, it seemed there was several years he never talked about. Like Great-grandma Teague had a husband that left and was never heard from. They just presumed him dead when she married Teague. So you see, they could all be bastards. There were times when I was a kid, I was sure of it. To most of them, McLaughlin was a bad word. It seems the first family gathering Grandpa went to, he whipped two of his brothers-in-law. Dad and Uncle John carried on from there. I've fought as many as three at a time but I never lost. They had bigger brothers to get on me but I just got a bigger club. The old-timers around Camps used to say the best physic for a Teague was to hang Uncle John's picture in the outhouse. To be an orphan like I was and be raised up among Teague kinfolk was no picnic. Don't let any of the Teague's see this. It's just some of the mistletoe in the family tree. The last time I saw Bill, we argued because I said there were some good Teagues. He said that was impossible. Lets hope by selective breeding they have improved them. Anyway they had it all to win. I'll try to write some more. I get so nervous, I can't write. Just shakey hands. Dad and Grandpa were even worse. I guess it's an old McLaughlin disease. A big drink of whiskey will stop it but I'm on the wagon. Grace is going to send the Coat of Arms. It is different from the one I have. It come from the ones that spelt it Loughlin. It can't be right, even an Irishman should know how to spell his name. Rose will write up the information you asked for. We had company today, Hugh, our boy, is in college now. Rose and I are here alone after a house full of kids and Grandkids. A five bedroom house is more than we need. It is nice when they come home. I don't blame Doug for not wanting you to go down that river. Tell him I said to get him an oar but not to paddle a boat with. You have heard about Uncle John's bad temper, but he had another side. He could be a lot of fun and made lots of friends wherever he went. Him and Dad both had a rough life. They were breaking horses and punching cows from the time they were twelve years old. They treated horses and kids alike, treated them good when they did what they wanted and knocked hell out of them when they didn't. I've been the opposite, six kids and I've never hit one of them. I've did a lot of rambling without telling you much. I'll try to do better next time. As ever, Red