"Well, we always – we had to do something. And we always – we never gave up. Every year we was hoping this would be the good year. But see, '34 was the worst year. And then '35, it was so wet in the spring and then we had soft corn. Then '36 we went right back to the drought. The only corn that was picked, I probably picked 2- or 300 bushels out of that draw in '36. And the coldest winter we ever had even since then. And then I started farming in '37. I didn't pick an ear of corn. Then '38, I don't think I picked any corn. And we had wheat, and we had one crop of alfalfa. Then in '40, I think I made – I think picked a little corn in '40. And then '41, then we had good corn… I don't know. We just took everything in stride. Just, when it didn't rain, we was praying for rain. But it just wouldn't rain. And, when we - It was hardest for me from the time we planted that corn until we lost it. It bothered me. I wanted to raise a crop, but after we lost the corn then I just forgot it. It was just, 'That was it.' That's the way we lived."