Dad:  Well up in Logan Co. where we lived I guess you remember the night when Papa had gone to Guthrie with the cotton or for some other reason and I believe the cows got in the corn and Ruth was still a baby and you left me there to hold her while you     GM:  And you sat there so nice and took care of her and I went out there in the dark to care for those cows.  I was kind of scared half out of my wits.  I got out there alright.  I didn't know anything about taking care of cows.  Dad:  You got them taken care of anyway didn't you.  GM:  Yow.  I got them back to the barn or back to the pen where they belonged.

Dad:  Can you remember one time.  I just happened to think of this that we were there alone on a night like that and we kept hearing a scraping and a crawling in the wall  GM:  Yow.  I remember the great big old centipede about 6 In. long.  Dad:  Well the first thing we began to notice the paper wiggling on the wall.  We listened there and listened do you remember.  GM:  Aha.  Dad:  And then we got the poker and punched a hole in the paper.  GM:  Aha.  Dad:  And there that big old Centipede fell out.  GM:  I Have always had a horror of centipedes ever since.  Dad:  And we got real busy killing the centipede didn't we.  GM:  Yes we sure did.  (Laughter)  Gm:  I don't think I ever.  Oh I think we have had one here since.  I am not sure about it.  Seems to me like we had one in the bed room there one time.  Anyway I have always been so afraid of centipedes.  Always heard if you step on them or anything that its going to sting you or rot the piece out or something.  Dad:  Yow.  I have always been pretty leary of them my self.