"Our farm road was made with branch gravel. This gravel was sandstone, and was soon ground into sand by the wheels of cars and wagons, making repair necessary. Gravel hauling was a project that we children enjoyed. The gravel was free, from the small creek that meandered past the old home site and barn and through the meadow. From there, it wound through the trees edging the fields and pasture. Small trickley streams and deposits of reddish sandstone gravel connected dark shady pools. Minnows darted in the pools, and water skippers scooted across the surfaces. These were fine places for summer wading..."

"The horses were hitched up, and with a load of shovels and children, the gravel wagon was driven to the creek. The team and wagon went right into the shallow water for easy loading. We heard the grating sound of shovels on gravel as we ran up and down the creek and played in the water."