Times were hard for the entire country — J.R. was born in 1932, the depths of the Great Depression. As the children grew older they worked in the fields alongside their parents and took other odd jobs to bring in much-needed money. As an older brother, Jack was a combination of J.R.'s mentor, protector, and hero, and by all accounts had a deeply spiritual side, leading some folks to think he might become a minister.
Two years older than J.R., Jack had a job at the local high school. He was cutting pieces of oak into fence posts when he somehow was pulled into the table saw, nearly cut in two. He crawled across the dirty floor, trying to reach help, which exacerbated his injuries. Jack lingered for a week before succumbing to his injury, and as he lay dying spoke of seeing angels. The day of the funeral, J.R. went early to the gravesite in Kingsland, Arkansas, and helped workers there dig the grave. Many people agree that Cash a once gregarious, cheerful, funny boy, became introspective and quiet. He remained devoted to the memory of Jack, often asking himself in times of difficult decisions, "What would Jack do?"
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