The room at the end of the adobe garage served as a bunkhouse and smoke house. When it was unoccupied by hired hands it was used to cure hams. The hams were salted and hung from the ceiling to cure.

 On time, when the bunkhouse was unoccupied, Wade Turner and I or it might have been Ronnie Merritt and I unscrewed the brass balls off of the bedstead and peed in them, and then screwed them back on. Entertainment was hard to come by in those days; we had to make up our own fun.