~Adobe Room Story~

The room at the end of the adobe garage served both as a bunkhouse and smoke house. When it was unoccupied by hired hands hams were hung from the ceiling to cure. One time, when the bunkhouse was unoccupied, Wade Turner and I or Ronnie Merritt and I, (I don’t remember which kid,) took the brass balls off 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.