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There is just one more road story. During my high school break in 1947, the county hired men to blacktop 4 miles of Anderson Creek Road which was a dirt road until then. I got a job on the crew and lined up four passengers from town at 50 cents per rider. I now had a 1929 Model A Ford and was earning enough money to take my girl to a square dance twice a week. I knew Anderson Creek Road well because I had led our cows 8 miles round trip to Aunt Heddie's farm for breeding a few times.
       I worked on Anderson Creek Road all summer without a hat or shirt. Having light complexion, I didn't tan. My blonde hair bleached white and I had three layers of skin burning. Two layers were peeling and one getting ready to peel. Someone called me "Whitey", so I was known as Whitey until I broke a few shovel handles. I was trying to shovel more dirt than anyone else. Then they started calling me "Cyclone".
       Dick Thomas was the time keeper on the job. He is the one who told my parents they would be farther ahead if they raised a few pigs instead of a bunch of kids. One day while rounding off the top of a bank with a pick ax, I came face to face with a rattle snake. I was so startled I slid 20 feet backwards down the slope without losing my balance. Dick Thomas took my ax and went after the snake. I think he was just collecting rattles. There are people in Pennsylvania that collect rattle snake rattles.

       
       I had a habit of teasing people I liked. Our grease monkey was greasing the power shovel close to where I parked my Ford one day. When I jumped in to drive home, I grabbed a steering wheel covered with thick grease.  I think I teased the grease monkey too much!

      We finished the road just about when I had to return to school. The road has been paved for over 53 years now. Every time I drive on it I tell my wife, "I helped build this road". "I know! You have told me a hundred times."

Fred's 1929  Model A Ford

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