Daddy gave me three acres--more or less--of his farm way back in the middle 1970s. I had a dream of living close by again. I get a little tinge of the feeling still when I visit the home place. I would give the three acres (I think there is not nearly this much of land here) back to Fleta and George, but it would add 100 dollars a year to their taxes. Fleta said 'give it to Clayton' and I think I will. Every young man need some property to his name. We have moved physically to our new "old" home. I am exhausted and Larry is sick. I have made a decision my next move will be to the graveyard or nursing home. I shall not be moved as the gospel song goes.
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