And so I remember one day we were getting mar…When they were young, when I was just a little bitty fellow…Daddy was eighteen years old; mama was fifteen when I was born, just children. And we was children with them, growed up with them. I think that’s a good thing. I do. My little girl, when she gets to be any age, and she finds a good Christian boy that she wants to marry, I’d rather she marry him and settle down, be a lady, than be out in some of these roadhouses running around and what they call, “having a good time.” That’s right. The Bible said, “Let your daughters marry young.” Some’s already turned aside after Satan. And I ain’t meaning for little bitty kids to get married now. Let your father and mother, they know. They’re Christians; they can instruct you.

Life Story, 1951-04-15, Phoenix, AZ, §22