Because you might not have the opportunity to be audience to his recounting, and because I like the idea of having things recorded, I'm going to keep a few of them here.
One of the first things that he told me was that he had ancestors who fought on both sides of the American Civil War. When you think about Arkansas, you don't really consider a great deal of familial crossing of the Mason-Dixon, and true to form, the connection to the "damned Yankees" is a little convoluted.
It turns out that Paul's great-great-grandmother was a a child when the Civil War came through her area. There was a chicken who had built a nest under their porch, and she had grown fond of that chicken and started thinking of it as her pet.
As happens, when the Union army came through the area, they began to gather livestock, chickens, eggs, and whatever else they could find to supplement their field rations. Paul's great-grandmother caught sight of a soldier who started crawling under the porch to go after her chicken and she freaked. She grabbed a nearby pail and hit him about the legs and butt repeatedly, screaming, "You damned Yankee! Get away from there! Don't you eat my pet chicken!"
The soldier was understandably amused, so he crawled out and sat down with this firey little girl and talked to her. They talked for hours. Eventually, his company had to move on and he said good-bye.
The chicken was left behind unharmed.
After the war ended, he came back to live with her family and work on the farm. When she turned 16, he proposed to her and they were married shortly thereafter, bringing his damned Yankee blood into a right upstanding Johnny Reb family.