My brother, Herb Taylor, lived from 1937-1972.

He was my older brother.

Each spring Daddy would go with Herb and help him pick out a mule at Edson’s mule barn.

In the late summer to fall they would sell it back to him for a lesser price, of course.

During the spring I would ride Herb’s mule south of Union Hill Church every day for a month and help him.

Perhaps that needs some more explanation.

Herb farmed for three or four years starting at about age 16.

We had about four acres below the house where he grew cotton his first year, but that was not large enough for a “big business man” so he rented Uncle Gus Grace’s farm below Union Hill church.

There he planted five acres of cotton, five of corn and a little of peanuts.

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