BUDDY GIBSON REMEMBERS

Buddy tells this story.......

I was about 9 or 10 years old when this happened. Pam and I were visiting Granddaddy and Grandmamma [John A. and May Flower] for the summer; gave mom and dad a well deserved break for a few weeks. Most days I would go to the fields with Granddaddy and Pam would stay home with Grandmamma. On this particular day, for whatever reason, I ended up with Uncle Gene. [For those of you in the future that might be reading this, Uncle Gene was really my Great Uncle, my dad's [Bobby] Uncle, but Pam and I also called him Uncle Gene.] We were bailin' hay and I was lovin' it. Farming is so cool when you're not the one worried about the next rain, late frost, early frost, or drought or any of the other multitude of things that could go wrong. Then something happened, don't remember just what for sure , but I think the bailin' wire broke. Anyway, Uncle Gene and I got off the tractor. Uncle Gene went towards the front of the tractor and I went toward the bailer. In about a minute, Uncle Gene was back at the bailer with me. He looked down at the counter to see how many bails we had bailed so far. Answer,0. It seems that somebody had been playing with the counter and alllll those bails were going to have to be counted by going through the field and manually countin' 'em. To say that Uncle Gene was a little upset would be a great understatement. While he was still givin' me the "what for" Jerry showed up and asked what was going on. He got Uncle Gene to calm down, looked at the counter and asked, "Buddy, do you remember what number was on the counter before you changed it?"
"243" [I'm almost certain of the number, I remember it to this day.] Jerry grabbed the knob on the counter that I had been playin' with and turned it to 243 and told Uncle Gene "See Daddy, that's all you had to do." Uncle Gene looked at me and said " See what a college education will do for you."
After that , Jerry took me to where Granddaddy was and........we all lived happily ever after.