
The county yard was in the back of our house. It had a fence around it, probably 10 feet tall and barb wire on the top. We would play baseball in the back yard and we always hit a ball over the fence. They had a night watchman and when he came to work he would throw the ball back over the fence. He wore some type of clock that had a strap on it that hung around his neck. He went from place to place about every hour and put a key in another box and turned it. In later years we found a way to get it back with out him. Right behind the house was where they made the cement pipes for the roads. They had some type of mold and they would pour concrete in them. They would pour one morning and the next day, they would take them out.
When we move to Barnard there was no over pass on Cottonwood highway. But about the time we move they started building it. It was right behind the county yard. We would go over there and play on the piles of dirt as they were building it. After they got it built we would take cardboard and slide down the side of it. We even slid down on pieces of tin. it’s a wonder we didn’t get cut up. We would also go up under it and play. It was real cool up there in the summer time. This is me in front of the county yard tearing something up. I will tell what it was later.