Elmer an I were the youngest children in the L. F. Quint family. Since Clarence was married when we were small, we always thought of Elmer as being the only boy in a family of girls. Father felt he needed two "boys" so I became the other "boy", as long as we both were at home Elmer and I played together and worked together. I could always depend on him to see that I had a way to go to all of our activities.
By the time Elmer reached his tens, Father depended upon him to help with all the farming. He always trusted Elmer's judgment in business matters. Before Fathers death, he turned his business affairs over to Elmer, who looked after the business very efficiently. When the estate was settled, Elmer and Florence acted as Executors and everything was done in a business-like manner. He was very anxious that Clara have a home after she had taken care of the folks in their declining years, and was instrumental in seeing that she was granted enough ground from the town property on which a small house was built for Clara. Mabel and Grace also helped in the furnishing of this house and Clara enjoyed her home very much. After Clara's death, Jennie purchased this property and is making her home there.
When about 16 years old, Elmer bought his first team of horses. Beecher and Charlie were a matched sorrel team, smaller than the other work horses and suitable for driving. He was very proud of them. Every young fellow decorated the harness of the 'buggy team' with numerous, colored celluloid rings and they were quite colorful, and Elmer's team was no exception. During muddy weather they would braid the horses manes and tails, weaving bright colored rings in the braids. They looked quite fancy! Elmer and I went many places with this team and buggy.
About 1916, Father bought his first car, a Model-T Ford. I remember about the first time Elmer drove his car into the garage (which was a runway between the corn crib and the granary) he didn't get it stopped in time and when it touched the end of the garage the whole end crashed to the ground. (Later when Father built a real garage he remembered this, and since he wasn't an expert driver he put a door in each end.)
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