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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...

 

The tale of my brother known as 'Humpy'

I'm writing this story in honor of my brother Jarvis. He was known all his short forty nine years as "Humpy". Humpy got that moniker from a fall from the farm wagon when he was just a little tike. Daddy and Mama were clearing some land where they...

 

The greatest competition was held in May

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...

 

Marbel Currie taught me all I needed to know

My first grade teacher at Wallace School, Miz. Marbel Currie taught me everything I needed to know. Anything else I learned was by accident....... First, she taught me to listen, ask permission to speak by raising my hand (very trying). With my...

 

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...

 

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