Our next visit was too an illiterate older brother who had been converted some 20 years earlier in Mississippi. He lives in the basement of a fellow that lets him work with him, but mostly he makes his living by stripping small copper wire by hand and selling the copper. There were buckets of copper wire everywhere and only one chair but we still gave a lesson and had prayer. Bob treated him very well and you could see the love he had for Brother Bob.
We visited one other active family but were gone for almost four hours. There was some travel time involved because we went from one end of the ward to the other. But mostly the time was consumed by Brother Bob. For you see he openly says he has a disease, "diarrhea of the mouth." He just loves to talk and even after we got back to our trailer, Bob visited for about an hour.
Later in the week I was teaching a lesson on the Plan of Salvation to our favorite hillbilly family that we have grown to love. They consider themselves hillbillys and always say "y'all com back now, y'hear" to emphasize it when we leave. Anyway I used the scripture about "In my house are many mansions . . .," and tried to focus on the idea of preparing to live in the Celestial Kingdom. I asked the sister if she wanted a heavenly mansion. She replied that she didn't know about a mansion but she would sure like a nice motor home with a roll out front room. Of course Sister Peterson and I both lost our composure and it was a little difficult to get a serious conclusion to the lesson.
Elder and Sister Peterson (Enjoying ourselves in Rural Kentucky)