An investor came to me and wanted to buy the Frisco place. I told him it was not for sale, but he insisted and kept coming back to bargain with me. He finally offered me $850 per acre cash for the place. I had bought the place with owner financing, and ten percent down. Remember, I had paid $395 for the place. After looking at replacement places near McKinney, I found one I liked that was 110 acres with a farmhouse on it and a good barn. I called the investor, and accepted his offer.
We called the new place “Willow Springs Farm”, and enjoyed spending many weekends, and summers there for several years. We were still living at Camelot in the winter. Willow Springs had a nice farmhouse located on it with a big yard and it was a perfect place for us to go to on the week-ends and full time in the summer when the kids were out of school.
We were a little ahead of the environmentalist in that we had sheep to mow the grass. Let me tell you an amazing story about the habits of sheep. We had to put the sheep in a shed each night, because the wolves had gotten into them and killed several of them when we left them out in the yard at night. One morning, I went out to let the sheep out of the shed and as I opened the door, a hoe handle fell across the door and landed on a box on the other side of the doorway. That made a bar about ten to fifteen inches off the ground, right across the doorway. The first sheep jumped over the handle before I could remove it. After I had leaned the hoe against the wall of the shed, I stood there in amazement watching as every one of the remaining sheep came up to the door, one behind the other and each jumped over the imaginary hoe handle that wasn't there. I thought to myself, "You know, a lot of people are just like that!”