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the children. We’d lock the little one in a room in the barn while we took care of the cows,” Lilly recalled. “It was hard work but 1 reckon that’s what done it—kept us together for all these years.”
Later, Clyde would rent Johnny Gore’s orchard and manage one of his own as well. “I’d help pick. Gerber Company bought the peaches for baby food and we’d take the apples to Fairfax to sell. That was 15 years ago,” she said, after checking with Clyde to get the .chronology right. “It’s hard to say how many bushels we picked, me and him together. Those were the good old days though.
“At night, we’d get back home after dark, and we’d have to carry a lantern to get our own three cows in the barn and milk them and cut wood for the next morning. It wasn’t an easy life but we really enjoyed it.
“You’ve got to keep yourself busy to be happy and we kept busy. And we raised six children,” said Lilly, pausing to smile at Clyde. He flashed an answering smile, nodded his head in agreement.
Clyde Pullen can’t speak. Nine years ago, he was felled by a stroke that left him completely bedridden. The doctors gave him only a few months to live. But he and Lilly worked together, just as they always had. First he stood, then he inched around in a walker and despite a bad fall that resulted in a broken hip and temporary setback, today he gets around with only a cane.
His speech never returned. But he communicates with nods and shakes of his head, smiles and frowns and taps on the arm of his chair. “After almost 50 years together, we understand each other,” Lilly said.
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