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Easter time brings out the 'happy' in people

My earliest memory of Easter had to be around the time I was about two/three years old. I have a vivid memory of watching my older siblings look for eggs around the grass clumps, little trees and washes in the red clay of a dirt pit near Cowpen...

 

When school lunches were from the community

Mrs. Essie Roberson and Mrs. Ruth Crutchfield were two ladies held in high esteem during my childhood. Why you may ask? Because they cooked and fed me some of the most delicious food outside Mama's kitchen. The two of them were the only two that...

 

My lasting need to see Rock City, Tenn.

I don't remember when I became aware of that far off from Barnett Crossroads Alabama place was, but I knew I needed to see it. The need to "SEE ROCK CITY" way up in Tennessee somewhere stayed on my list of things to do and see. "Bucket list" hadn't e...

 

Mama decided to try to learn how to drive

I lived my childhood years on an unpaved dirt road. A typical Alabama red clay dirt and gravel road. A road with no name, no direction signs, just dusty, rub board ridged in dry weather. Boggy, slippery, washed out and gully cut in rainy weather. We...

 

Growing up & the importance of the radio

THE MUSIC PLAYED. Our radio was dialed to any local radio station during the day for news, Farm & Market Reports and Country Music. Saturday nights the dial was set on WSM clear channel 650, for the Grand Old Opry. That was the time for Daddy and...

 

Camping was cheap and loads of fun

We camped. It was cheap and fun. Oil Embargo 1973-74 we had saved enough money to take a trip to Colorado. Lamar had been stationed at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and always wanted to show me the place that inspired him to go to...

 

Foggy morning and the drama of picture day

I was born, not to the manor, so to speak with hair of curls, but with straight as a board hair. Now some boards are not exactly straight, but warped. Daddy hated warped boards. I hated straight hair. Anyway, we took what we were given and ran with i...

 

Observations along the way to Texas

Lamar and I set out to Center, Texas for a looksee. Lamar (The CEO) has talked for years about going to Center to find the reason why his Granddaddy Joesph Holland, founder of Hollandtown, Florida went to Center circa 1915-1919. Why he didn't move th...

 

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...

 

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