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A little story about my fathers forgiveness
I believe my father was one of the most forgiving persons I have ever known. Will give you a little example. One time Mr. Simon Murphy Sr. and my father mad a deal in the hay business. Mr. Murphy told my dad if he'd take his own horse and wagon and cut the hay, stack it and let it dry good then haul it in for him he'd give my daddy every other load. So when it came time to haul the hay in and put it up in the hay loft, my father and brother Jay had hauled it all in with the exception of 2 or 3 loads. Mr Murphy met my daddy at the gate as he was going home with his load and told my daddy not to ever come back on his place again, he had cheated him, as he said you put a bigger load of hay on your wagon to take home than you put in my hay loft and my father said, Murphy (as he always called every one by his sir name) I threw the hay up as high as I could reach with Jay stomping it down and packing it. I did every load as near alike as I could tell. So my daddy said well, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll put you an extra load rather than have you think I've cheated you but Mr. Murphy said just get off from my land so my father said I'll be right down early in the morning to have breakfast with you. So sure enough the next morning he was there and Mr. Murphy was sitting on the front porch with his feet propped up on the banisters and my dad said good morning Murphy; no answer. Then he said its a beautiful morning isn't it? Still no answer. So he went in, drew a chair up by the side Mr. Murphy and started to telling him what he had just read in the news paper. So about that time Mrs. Murphy came to the door and told them to come and get breakfast. So from then on Mr. Murphy started talking and was always friendly with my father from then on. And my daddy finished hauling the hay in and always after that Mr. Murphy would get my father to do all of his hay cutting and hauling it in. As the story ended, they were friends as long as they both lived.
Mr. and Mrs. Murphy had nine boys, no girls. They were all fine young men. Names from the first one, Henry, Jahue, Slayton, Jimmy, Arthur, Ralph, Joe, Charlie and Simon. The whole family is gone on. I could tell many more little instances of my daddy's good humor and forgiveness.
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