William Perry Stewart was a short, Scottish man who worked from sun-up until sun down. He worked 160 acres of farmland by hand. Everything was horse drawn. He plowed the ground with a horse drawn, single row plow. The cows, all 35 to 40 head were milked every morning and every night by hand. They did not have electricity to the farm until late 1950's, and by that time, he was ready to give up farming and moved into town, Butler, Illinois. William Perry was a very quiet, God fearing man. Somewhere in the late 1940's, William got a Model A Ford sedan. He would not drive it except in emergencies. Then, he would go the back roads because of "all the traffic" on the main high ways. He would plant a vegetable garden each spring and Gertrude would can the vegetables for winter. He would butcher his own hogs, cows, chickens, and salt them down. Gertrude made her own bread, and pastries, and she performed all this without electricity. She would always have big baking powder biscuits and saw-mill gravy. Grandsons Jimmy Lee and Donald would spend a lot of time on the farm. William made certain that they knew how to milk so they could help him. After getting up at 5:00am, milking the cows, and feeding the stock, one was ready for Gertrude's breakfast. He farmed the 160 acres on the halves with the owner, Joe Mizzara. William did all the work of planting and harvesting, and Joe received one half the profits. With this very meager lively hood, William managed to raise six daughters and one son. He also raised one grandson, Lucille's son, Jimmy Lewey as if he was his own son. He would not break any speed records of getting things done, but if you followed along behind him throughout the day, you would accomplish what you set out to do for that day. He would literally, wear out a good worker and never break a sweat.