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He had then a horse of his own and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours in social intercourse with other farm - hands . In town he drank several glasses of beer and stood about in Ben Head 's saloon -- crowded on Saturday evenings with visiting farm-hands . Songs were sung and glasses thumped on the bar . At ten o'clock father drove home along a lonely country road , made his horse comfortable for the night and himself went to bed , quite happy in his position in life . He had at that time no notion of trying to rise in the world . It was in the spring of his thirty-fifth year that father married my mother , then a country school-teacher , and in the following spring I came wriggling and crying into the world . Something happened to the two people .