He lived at Markdale then and he was a great, overgrown, awkward fellow, six feet tall.

He drove over to Baywater one Saturday to visit his uncle there and came home the next afternoon, and although it was Sunday he brought a big bag of oatmeal in the wagon with him.

When he came to Carlisle church he saw that service was going on there, and he concluded to stop and go in.

But he didn't like to leave his oatmeal outside for fear something would happen to it, because there were always mischievous boys around, so he hoisted the bag on his back and walked into church with it and right to the top of the aisle to Grandfather King's pew.

Grandfather King used to say he would never forget it to his dying day.