My Autobiography, Part 2. paragraph 2

It was pretty hard being one of 21 children, and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Sometimes Father would forget our names. So he’d just call us by what we was wearin: “Red-and-blue stripe Gooper, go get the mail”, or “Diaper Gooper come down out of that tree, it’s time for Sunday Service!” Now that was something – getting all 21 of us to church. All we had was a old Nissan station wagon that only held 6 of us. So Father would have to start real early and make 4 separate trips. Depending on traffic, sometimes you’d miss part of the sermon, and miss Sunday School altogether. Hard as that was on Father, he wouldn’ta had it any other way. See, Mr. Watkins our neighbor down the road had a old school bus from back when he was principal over at South Elementary. He offered to give us that bus in exchange for a bowl of Mum’s famous mashed potatoes, but Father said he didn’t want to spoil us. He sure was a working man.