Living with a Turkish Family, Part 3
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As days go by I'm getting older, you know. From the beginning, thirteen, but by the time I got Turkish over here I'm nearly sixteen -- yeah, sixteen, maybe a little bit.
Anyway, so the Turkish people that I'm staying with, he said, "Can you load" -- a big wagon they got; they go out in the field. "Can you load the wheat and everything on it?" I said sure. I have never done, but I said yes. They have a wagon: it's only got two wheels and a long thing on it, you know; they haven't got no four wheels, they're only two. And if you don't pile them up to balance that, it's going to raise the head up.
Anyway, to make it short, I did load it, but I didn't do the right way. It was heavier in the back. When I pick up to cross the little bit of water over there, the things went off like that and it fell off and he hit me with the whip. He said, "You knew how to -- you said you know, but you don't know." I said, "That's what I" -- anyway, so his father came out there says, "Do not, do not hit that fellow anymore if you do bury. I don't want you to hit anymore."
So anyway, that keeps going on and on and on, so I stayed there until finally good American missionaries came. They picked us up as if orphaned, you know. And I came to stay with an orphanage, an orphan house, until -- through somebody, I found out -- I knew my brother was in America. I knew. Through somebody, I got connection. I told that lady that, "You put my -- whenever you send letter to your whoever it is, your dear friend, you know, let him know that Nazar living." So that's how I got connection with my brother.