While working for Mr. Flake Cottledge, I was what they call in the country a “house boy.” A house boy was a guy that, excuse me, that did whatever was around to be done. And my wages, I made $15 a month, which I thought was a lot of money, fifteen dollars a month. That’s how I got my first guitar. People talk about people gave it to me and this and that. I didn’t. Mr. Flake Cottledge bought it for me. He took half of my salary one month and took the other half the next month, so it cost me $15, a whole month’s salary to get it. When I would finish my chores — I used to milk 20 cows a day — 10 in the morning, 10 at night. And when I would finish, they would let me go to school and that’s how I got my schooling. And I would walk five miles to school, and I managed to make it through the tenth grade and that was it, but if I had tightened up I could have did better. Of course, I could have done better, but without any supervision — they didn’t make me go to school. There was no agencies around there that would take me away from where I was. Today, if you live in the city it’s possible that some of the agencies will get you and place you here or place you, not then, not there. But, now there were people in the area, in the community, it was sort of like a village that would have tightened you up if you got out of line. Any of them could and would. So, I learned at an early age to try to stay in line. You do what society expects you to do, and that’s how I grew up.