Papa wuz a big man,6ft 4in tall weighed bout 300 pounds...He could tote a 200 pound sack of fertilizer fer a mile and a half..Papa wuz a man you didnt want to cross, he wuz de boss....Papa' mules,"ole Jake and Dan", them wuz the finnest mules in the land.....He could plow a row straight and deep....I'd follof along, bustin' up clods with my dirty little feet, course i couldnt keep up with Papa and them mules.....Sometimes Papa would pick me up on his way back and set me up on one of dem mules and I'd promptly fall asleep......Never seen Papa wear nuttin but overalls and a grey cotton shirt, it never got dirty but it sure got wet....He'd eat 4 eggs and a big helpin' of grits and fatback for breakfast....Cholestoral hadnt been invented yet so it wasnt something to worry bout,,,,Something bout an ole mule pootin in your face all day took care of that.....