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Sixty years ago, the first worst day of my life

I have never written or talked much about my Mama, but today I honor her memory with this story. This is my memory and opinion. Older siblings have more memory than I, younger siblings have a more dim memory, but we all shared Mama. She was gone too...

 

Back when the music played on the radio

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 Mama to enjoy their...

 

Fall is in the air, despite the temperature

I walk out to stand on the back porch to feel a long-awaited difference. I feel the promise that was made in the beginning. I feel the sweet caress of Fall’s cooling. It may be a bit late this year but, I knew it would come eventually. It always...

 

My story on becoming Grandma Minnie

Today at around 8:15 and a bump, I became Armenthia "Minnie" Simmons Smith, my Grandma. I use computer glasses to avoid the head tilting thing. Usually I place my spectacles/bifocals on the desk while I'm on checking Facebook to see what others are p...

 

A dominicker in the bicycle spokes

Sunday afternoons were for playing and sharing time with friends that lived within walking distance to us Smiths. After church and after the dishes were washed, we usually headed out to spend quality time at the house of whomever was on our radar for...

 

The tale of the Chinese finger trap

1976 was a big year for the Crews family. Our precious Peggy had started "Candy Garden" at Lacoochee Elementary in Pasco County, Florida. She was filling up her head with letters, numbers & colors while being shoved into the wrong bus line and...

 

When Earline got to go to a football game

OK, y'all know I'm just not into football. Never understood the game, but attended many during my high school years. My main interest was the socializing and watching all the excitement. I jumped up to scream when others did; didn't know if it was a...

 

The tale of collards found at Green Street

Most folk who know me, know I love flowers. Old-fashioned flowers like ones found around long-abandoned home places and sad, old Plantation places and along the red clay ditches in middle gut...

 

Let's turn off the technology and listen

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 Joseph Holland, founder of Hollandtown, Florida went to Center circa 1915-1919. Why he didn't move...

 

That's it: talking about my happy camping

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 Sunday lesson on...

 

The many adventures of happy camping

We camped. It was cheap and fun. During the Oil Embargo of 1973-74 we had saved enough money to take a trip to Colorado. In his military days Lamar had been stationed at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and always wanted to show me the...

 

Remembering a gentleman named Cannonball

The only name I ever knew him by was, Cannonball. He must have been old, or so it seemed. He didn't hold a job. He rambled about the neighborhood looking for someone to talk to. He lived in a little shack trailer with a built-on lean-to. Nighttime sh...

 

Always remember hearsts cannot pull uhauls

My personal axis has finally been knocked off. Reading an article posted by a friend telling us about how the millennials are refusing things from us old folks that we think are important. We spent the better years of our lives struggling...

 

All the way from Flomaton to Pittsburgh

Long weekends and Good Friday always bring up a memory. When a Good Friday memory floats to the top, it ain't flotsam and jetsam, it's a good 'un. So, I'm sharing, just how it should be. Right? Good Friday 1962 was the beginning of Easter weekend...

 

The trip of a lifetime was to see Rock City

I don't remember when I became aware of that far-off-from-Barnett Crossroads, Alabama place, 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...

 

Preacher Fawcett and the brush arbor revival

Barnett Crossroads, Alabama. Sometime late in the 1940's. In the days of my early childhood some special experiences stand out more vividly than others. I'll share one. The scene is at the southeast corner of the crossing. The old store still sat...

 

Life lived sitting around the front porch

If it hadn't been a blue frost night on January 31, 1941, I may have been born on the front porch of that little faux brick, tarpaper-wrapped shack that sat smack-dab beside and facing the railroad tracks in the Rose Hill area of Flomaton, Alabama....

 

The mountain wasn't moved to Muhammad that day

I'm taking this advice from Rick Bragg: "I'm tired of explaining myself and I ain't doing it no more; just write from the heart." So here’s to you, my writing hero. I don't know how else to write except my own experience. So, in mid June when the...

 

Country clean in paradise with a twist

So today I saw a post of Texans washing their prize longhorn in the local car wash. Pros and cons of comments set me to remembering my childhood and how Mama & Daddy saved time and energy by doing things the easiest way possible while letting us...

 

Starting school as a 7th grade nobody special

1953 summer rolls around to find myself facing the honor of starting school in September, a 7th grade nobody special. Classroom for 7th graders was assigned to the musty basement of our 1928 built A. D. Kelly School at Wallace, Alabama. My...

 

Moving on into the years of forced adulting

I decided to write about my connections to fiber. My earliest experiances was with COTTON, then NYLON, now at age 78 I mostly deal in Raisin Bran or Honey Bunches of Oats if you get my drift. I have written mostly about my childhood expriences with...

 

Justice came swiftly when the nickel went missing

So somebody took a nickle from the change box. Mrs. Tew was standing there hand on hip, frown on her face. Justice was coming and now. Mrs. Margaret Tew was my second grade teacher, her son Bryant was my classmate, her husband B.G.Tew was our...

 

Honoring the half baked mom that got it right

So here I sit this day pondering on what my offspring really feel about me as a Mom. In all honesty it doesn't matter now because they turned out as awesome humans, so I must have been okay, RIGHT? From the moment I felt the first fluter of life I...

 

As for me and my school, it was competition

Escambia County Alabama Jr. High Schools, Wallace, Huxford, McCullough, McCall, Damascus, Henley Roberts and North Brewton met each May to play in tournaments for a trophy. Boys played baseball, girls played softball. This is my memory of a softball...

 

Restfully sleeping and dreaming away

I walked into the house from the front porch. The rickety old screen door slams behind me. Out of the mist of time I'm at the kitchen table with my whole family. It's in the early part of May 1954. Mama has the newest little Smith in her lap as she...

 

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