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There is a thing called a chicken house revival

Y'all know by now I have no secrets and even less shame. I tell my stuff first so if anyone else ever writes about my mess, my version should be the one you believe. My children are by now mostly shamed into letting me run with it, so thats a good...

 

The strength of an amazing woman who smiled

Something snags in my memory seine to lodge and stay around until I deal with it. I rummaged around for the past few days to remember a happy time spent with childhood friends. Then a bittersweet memory floated up. The McDills ( name changed to...

 

Remembering the birthday of January 31, 1941

"Happy Birthday Earline, hope it's your best one ever". Well howdy do, it gets better every year. Now it's public and thank you very much. Let me tell you all a bit about myself in case you haven't yet figured me out. I was born in the wee hours of...

 

Always, always honor thy father and mother

My Mama and Daddy were old school rounded to the highest power. We answered with, "yes sir and no sir and thank you ma'am and please". No short cuts....................otherwise. So this being the day the Lord gave us to be glad in it, I'm sharing a...

 

January cold clears way for memories

It creeped in before we were aware. The holidays are behind, the decorations are put away, the fruit cake all dried and hardened to a lump of ugly has been thrown out for the critters to pick through, then the COLD days turn colder. School is back...

 

Cussin', singin' and telling lies in the hay

One of my favorite places to be authentic Earline was in the hay loft on a rainy day. See, with so many siblings I always had plenty involvment of others around me. Sometimes I needed time out from sharing and fist fights, so when rainy days came to...

 

Christmas and New Year's 1950 and 1951

So Santa Claus had come and gone. The house was a wreck, Mama was a wreck from all the work she had done before and now had waiting to do after we were back in school after New Years. We all had eaten so much fresh fruit and candy everybody was...

 

Remembering my first Christmas holiday

This being the season to celebrate Christmas I decided to write my Chistmas memories all this month. My earlist memory of Christmas must have been when I was almost five years old. It had to be 1945. We had just moved into our new house here at Barne...

 

The search for the perfect Christmas tree

Way back when Christmas trees were free for the taking for country folk we started the process of finding one as early as late October during the great chinquapin and hickory nut hunts. This time wasn't for the cutting down and dragging home the...

 

The Christmas with Buddy's Radio Flyer

Christmas season brings such sweet memories and I have the need to share. So, my baby brother, three years younger than I, James Carlton ( Buddy) was the pet of ALL the Smith side of our family. Uncles claimed him, aunts hugged him extra tight, boy...

 

The many adventures of Christmas 1947

I have decided for this season to write my memories of Christmas past for the simple reason of sharing my childhood history in the joy of ecstasty and agony of this magical time. Thanks to my friend Kevin McKinley and his article about the history...

 

Thanksgiving weekend the year of 1945

Daddy and Mama moved us from our home on 3rd Ave in Atmore to our new home here at Barnett Crossroads Alabama on Thanksgiving weekend 1945. What a memorable time that was for me. I was heading towards my 5th birthday and growing like kudzu. My...

 

Remembering those fall Sunday afternoons

Way back in the days before television or things tech worthy and time wasting, we had free and joyful time for things like stalking the best chinquapin trees that had a possibility for the best crop, best persimmon, best walnuts, best pecans, best...

 

Stop skipping Thanksgiving for Christmas

We are starting to see all things Christmas. ((((Stop In The Name Of Love))). Lets do Thanksgiving first okay? I'm using memories gathered from multi family gatherings through the years for this story. We all know us. We all have suffered us. We all...

 

Fall and remembering the Escambia County Fair

October always brings memories of the Escambia County Fair in Atmore during my youth in the 1950's. Crops had been grown, vegetables from gardens were canned in mason jars awaiting their need. Cotton and corn had been harvested, sold or cribbed....

 

Puttin' on airs isn't always the best thing

I'm changing the names in this story because it is about family a bit removed, and family can sull up hard and fast when they feel a poke. If one was a legend in ones own mind and from the South that still lives in the South of Southern Alabama, one...

 

Calf wrangling is best not done in dresses

I was never acused of being ladylike. I was a rough and tumble sort, short on manners and dress. Mama tried and failed miserbly. Grandma Minnie did get my attention with this warning, "Earline keep your dresstail down over your knees". They both...

 

Morrison's Cafeteria should be in heaven

When I die I want to eat at Morrisons Cafeteria in Heaven when I get hungry. If Heaven is a place of perfect happiness, then I'll eat at Morrison's again. My earliest memory of Morrison's was from the bragging tales of my Atmore cousin. She told me...

 

The chicken that almost got away

Mama had shown me how to wring a chicken's neck by watching her do it. Now let me get this out right now so you understand my story right here. Mama never told me to wring a chicken neck, but by watching her do it I was pretty sure I could wring one...

 

When Earline got her drivers license

Recently I took pictures of two old Grand Dames of Belleville Avenue in Brewton Alabama. Rankin street separates the two beautiful mansions. In 1959 a big oak tree separated Rankin street just at the intersection of Highway 41. Brewton, in the early...

 

There haven't always been flu shots

We plan to get our flu shots in the coming weeks. Old folks should do all they can to avoid that demon. This memory of having the flu sticks in my mind like no other when compared to many childhood illnesses. My family had a seemingly strudy hold on...

 

The nickles spent at Henderson's rolling store

Circa late 1940's/early 1950's In our community of Barnett Crossroads in Escambia County Alabama lived family's headed by hard working men, men who worked in paper wood, tar wood stumping and logging. Men who worked for the county road department,...

 

There are big differences between then and now

1947, my first year of school started a week or so after Labor Day. I was as green as any little country bumpkin that ever entered the hallowed walls of A. D. Kelly School in Wallace, Alabama. Everybody refered to our school as "Wallace". I still...

 

The childhood adventures of Matt, Mae and Me

In our community lived two eternally, very young ladies. Matt & Mae. Each lived with sisters by necessity and fate. I was never sure about the order of birth with their sisters, but both had been left in care of their sisters for life. Both were born...

 

'Pitchur Show' was held at Barnett Crossroads

Circa 1950, A.D. Kelly School in Wallace, Alabama. The "Pitchur Show" was held in the auditorium. Mr. Bill Grissett made his regular run on our route to haul us to the school house on Friday nights. Ride cost a dime, "Pitchur Show" cost a dime and a...

 

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