Video Text: "Back in the 1930s [the river] was [very] dry. My dad had four or five milk cows (that’s where we got part of our living from). The pasture was so bad that my Dad owned that land down there [by the river] timberland and brush and stuff. He had to take the cows down there and he let them eat tree leaves and weeds--whatever they could get and that is what kept them alive. We would have to go down there night and morning and milk them. It was quite a story.
The cows went across one night up on the bend. The next morning my Dad and I had to go down and look for them. We went across the river and went across to get them back and where we walked across the river in the bend by the lower farm, the water the deepest it was on the shoe was right there. We walked across the river."
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