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Page 33 We shucked our clothes and climbed in. In a week or two we could “dog paddle” and that is how and where we learned to swim. Doubt if Scott would approve of this method but it worked for us. When the folks found out we could swim a little we were allowed to go swimming in the creek at Okobojo. I’ve showed you where the old swimming hole was but it’s all filled in with mud now. Fires are always a nasty thing and in the summer of 1919 a bad one occurred at Okobojo. Hal Glessner’s barn burned. He lost a team of horses that were tied in the barn and three or four calves that must have been in the barn to get away from flies. The worst part was two small boys that almost burned to death. Hal wasn’t home. His wife Bulah was home with the kids. Bill Glessner, about four or five years old, his cousin Roy Bagby, about the same age got hold of some matches and climbed up in the haymow. On this particular day Pa had stayed home to work around the farm and I had driven ma (she couldn’t drive a car) to the office in the model T. Grandpa Glessner |