Amos was a kind, but irascible man who met Mema while serving in the Navy. He didn't have any children, but treated all of us as well and showed us all about farm life. We spent almost every summer in Oklahoma and learned a lot of things about farm animals, which was really neat for kids from the city.
He taught us how to drive at the age of 8, made homemade ice cream and cheese, blew a concrete bridge up with dynamite and got us BB guns to shoot the sparrows that were eating the chicken feed. Every Summer was always an adventure.
Amos, Mema and the three kids in 1975.
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Amos showing me how to milk blackie, the cow.
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