The weather was fine and the road was dry to Texarkana and Little Rock. It sleeted from Little Rock to Memphis. The road was a solid sheet of ice and Bruce had to get out several times and kick the ice off the radiator. So we stopped at West Memphis for the night.

Next morning we started about 8 a.m. in the snow from Memphis til we arrived home Sunday about 7 p.m. It was a very dangerous drive, as the highway was a solid sheet of ice and we saw several cars wrecked on the way. I never was scared so badly in my life. I would say, "Bruce, be careful, boy, or we will be killed," and Bruce would say, "Don't be uneasy; we will make it all right."

Down this side of Brownsville, Tenn. we met a car and he did not divide the highway with us and Bruce got over too far and the right rear wheel skidded off in a ditch about 15 inches deep. He stepped on the gas and the V-8 jumped back on the highway like a grey hound. I said to Bruce, "Be careful, boy, or we will be killed." Then he said, "Cousin Luther, count telephone poles by fives."

I could not count them at all and I looked at the speedometer and the V-8 was rolling on at 80 miles per hour.