And young people here, you don’t know what a good friend you got in your mother and dad until they’re gone. When they’re gone, then you really know who they were. And I heard many, the children these days say, “The old man and old woman.” Oh, my, don’t never do that. You—you don’t realize who that is. They know what’s best, and you don’t. When I seen him when he was laying in his casket, and I seen it begin tinting gray a little around the edge at fifty-two years old, I thought, “Many a worried about me had put those gray hairs there.” And how I wish I could brush them back, but it’s too late then. So don’t do nothing now that you would regret in the future. If you only looked for today, you’d be a miserable person; look to the end out there, and then live for that, out to the end.

Life Story, 1951-07-22, Toledo, OH, §19