Marcus Pierce’s children are six generations down from my Great-grandmother, Rachel D. Harmon. Marcus and his son’s attended a recent birthday party for my grandson, Jack Goin’s sixth birthday.

When I realize that L.Z. Harmon, Sr. is now a great-grandfather by several years, I have to confess that I am feeling my age. But since I have been going through some improvements in my health, I find that life is more rewarding now than I recall life in the 1930's.

Since I have been thinking about the history of our village, I have been thinking about what our grandchildren are learning today to pass on to future generations as far as a century from now.

I suppose that by now, if you have read this far, you are wondering if I have run out of recalls. The good news is that Billie McKinney from Galveston Island is coming to visit with us in a couple of weeks, and Billie is qualified to bring more happenings from her youth. She also lived in Aubrey during the 1930's. I will have time to quiz Billie about her recollections from our Grandfather’s stories that he told us when we were youngsters.

Grandfather Wood Goin told us stories about his Daddy building a rock fence around the farm that was located at a small settlement called Tin Top, which is further west near where Weatherford is now.

I remember how he would tell us that his Daddy could speak and communicate with the Comanches. The Comanches traveled in groups of three or four on their horses and looked down from a large cliff, on my Great-grandfather, George W. Goin as he built a rock fence that was three feet wide and four feet tall. These rocks are still in that wall or fence just as he built it many years ago. George W. Goin was a Choctaw, and his wife, a Cherokee.

During his conversation with the Comanches, he found out that the Indians were hungry, and he said they always were. He would always feed them, and as a result, the Comanches made his place a regular stop. As the Indians became friends with George and Wood Goin, they began to help him gather rocks and work on the fence.

Billie was always more interested in listening attentively to Grand-dad’s stories. She did a better job at writing the stories down, because her mother, Lillian Goin, was an English teacher. Billie was therefore, required to be better at documenting and writing stories than I was.

On another note, I was privileged to meet Dan Ketcher, a Cherokee from the Cherokee Nation in Oklahoma. He has lived in Krugerville for some time. He has a license plate on his pickup that he is quite proud of. I promised him I would take a picture of his license plate to share with you in future weeks.