I got a—I decided I needed me a place to live, so I built a little place
on that hill over yonder beside the road over there, about as big as
this—about like from here back. We stayed in that thing until we had
three children, two children. I wanted a house worse than anything in
this world. I had never drove a nail and didn't no anything about it. I
didn't have any money, so I got me a cross-cut saw and went to the
woods, went to sawing logs and dragging them out and bringing them up
here and having them sawed, racking them up and let them dry. When they
dried, the next day I took them down and had them dressed and then had
them out there in a pile. You couldn't hire anybody right after the war because everybody—that was a busy time; you
couldn't get anybody, couldn't get any materials, and didn't have
anything to buy it with anyhow. I never had any kind of building
experience, bricklaying or nothing. I didn't even know you had to have a
batter board when you build a house. I went out and built that house
without even a batter board or nothing.