My fond memories of being raised on Hayes Road are hearing my Grandpa -- Uncle Herm to many of you -- saying "Gee" or "Haw" to Old Kate, the mule as he plowed up and laid off rows for the garden. My grandparents had a very hard life losing two babies: one to colitis and one who died of burns from behind the wood stove. I remember them talking about building their house and barn. They worked a huge garden and planted cotton.
Grandpa could grow anything! He got a Farmall Cub tractor in 1950. He was the only one around that had a tractor. It was like the Hayes Road tractor as everyone used it.
They also had milk cows. Grandma would go out to the the barn and call out, "Sue Cow, Sue Cow, Come on." The cows would come running to be milked.
In those days, there were no trees between my grandparents' house and Uncle Fred and Aunt Maggie's house. It was all pasture. There were no telephones, so the only way to communicate was to stand on the front porch and holler.
Aunt Maggie and Grandma were very close. When it was getting up hay time, everyone came to help each other. The Hayes' always were willing to lend a hand to each other and work together.
I lost my Daddy at the age of twelve. Bubber (my Uncle Tom Hayes) and my grandparents helped my mom, Josie, raise me. I met my future husband Byron in high school. He was an awesome baseball player for Sun Valley. He had long blond hair back then. I married my high school sweetheart and we have live a happy blessed life together. Grandpa wanted me to stay nearby so he gave us some of his land to build on. I have lived on Hayes Road all my life.
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