My daddy decided that he would raise goats on the farm. He had about 30 mama goats and one Billy. He had them in the pasture where Cannon Crossing is at the present time.
I just loved those goats, and when they started having babies (kids) I was thrilled. One night, a pack of dogs got in the pasture and started killing the goats. I am sure that some of you cannot believe a dog could kill a goat, but when they run in a pack, it is almost like wolves, and they can. The next morning, Daddy had about 15 dead goats, and one of the mama goats had twin kids.
Daddy brought the babies to the house, and I was assigned the job of feeding them with a bottle.
Mother showed me how much Carnation milk to mix with water, and I started feeding these little kids. One was brown and one was black, so of course I named them Brownie and Blackie. They soon became my pets and would follow me everywhere I went.
When they got big enough to eat regular grain, Daddy explained to me that they were not going to remain my pets but would be sold at the livestock sale. I cried and cried because I loved these goats and, as an only child, they were my playmates.
Daddy loaded them and several other animals in the back of his truck, and I had to stand and watch my beloved pets leave the farm. It was a very sad day, and I cried and cried.
I had a place down in the pasture that I would go and climb up in a walnut tree, so this is where I went for the rest of the day. I am sure it was hard on my daddy as well, but I was too young to understand.
Daddy also raised a lot of hogs. He had a large area in the pasture that was toward Fullerton Place. This was fenced-in with woven wire, with a strand of barbed wire at the bottom to keep the hogs from rooting under the fence.
When there were baby pigs, there was always a very small one that was called a runt. Daddy gave me one of the runts, and once again I fed it on a baby bottle, and it soon followed me around. I named him Remus after the book Uncle Remus. I would push him around in a baby carriage and dress him up in baby-doll clothes.
One day Daddy said he wanted to talk to me about Remus. He said there was a man who worked at Cannon Mills who had a daughter that was confined to a wheelchair, and the man wanted to get Remus to keep her company. I did not want to do this as I loved my pig.
Daddy took me over to their house with Remus to meet this girl. She was in a wheelchair and was not able to walk. When she saw Remus, she reached down and put him on her lap and kissed his snout. I knew then that I would have to leave the pig with her. She fed him his bottle and he went to sleep on her lap. I remember kissing the pig goodbye and left him with the girl. I never saw my pig again, but Daddy would update me on how he was doing. I am sure that Remus brought her a lot of happiness and had a wonderful home the rest of his life.