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And there is the stone of Amos Cope. Amos was a nice man. He was married to my Aunt Maude, mama's sister. He specialized in threshing the crops of farmers. He had the first rubber tired tractor to hit Oklahoma. . Oh my, there is the stone of grandma and grandpa Pennington. They were so down to earth. Grandma, a frail woman, could pick cotton along with the best of pickers, and drag a sack a half mile through the cotton field, loaded with a hundred pounds of cotton. I think grandpa Pennington's funeral was the first one I attended. I love him so much, to this day. Remember him as the one that made his own bath tub. I saw the stone of Carlile Ethel. He was a son of another mail carrier we had that battered Buster from time to time. Buster was our bulldog, as you recall. And as we were leaving we saw the stone of Bonnie and Elbert King. Bonnie was daddys sister. They were so nice. I had stayed in their home on numerous occasions with their son Billie Joe. They both died in 1969. Then there was mama , daddy, Bob and Luella all close together in the site that means the most to me. What can I say about them..........memories. If anyone disagrees with any of this, so be it. It is the way I recall it. Memories are what old people live on. I hope to remember this for a long time. Joe