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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...

 

My introduction to Billy Graham

In the summer of 1955 I met Billy Graham face to face on an old black and white Admiral. It sat in the corner of the livingroom/bedroom in an old wooden frame house on a dirt road across from Cora Baptist Church just a short way down what is now...

 

The day the farm kids formed their revolution

Circa 1955 we worked in our own fields everyday to fight the scourge of watergrass, bahia grass, smut grass, watergrass, ironweed, pursley, watergrass, sandspurs, sawbriers, crabgrass, nutgrass, persimmon bushes, watergrass and watergrass. Let me...

 

Walk out backward & sweep up the tracks

Daddy and Mama would occassionlly make a trip into town to do some much needed shopping or business at the bank. No, not to deposit money into the bank because we never had any money, but to humbly ask to borrow some money so we could plant crops so...

 

Quilts were her legacy

She made some over half a century ago. All handmade, all gifts, all used and used and used. All worn out and frazzled and frayed now. All retired. None can be disposed of. I cannot do it. Others will have the job of what to do with the quilts when...

 

My dream of being a majorette died hard

I saw her in the 4-H parade in Atmore. I saw her picture in the Mobile Press Register leading the high school band down Government street during Mardi Gras, I saw her picture in LIFE leading a band in New York City for the St. Patrick's Day parade....

 

Independence Day: holiday celebrated with sweat

A favorite holiday of my childhood was celebrated on the 4th of July. That day had to be earned with sweat and bother. Sweat was sweated in the early morning as we had to plant the last of the sweet potatoes. Let me explain that. Mama and Daddy...

 

Independence Day

A favorite holiday of my childhood was celebrated on the 4th of July. That day had to be earned with sweat and bother. Sweat was sweated in the early morning as we had to plant the last of the sweet potatoes. Let me explain that. Mama and Daddy...

 

My family's loss and a death at Barnett Crossroads

August 1951 brought death to my family. My Granddaddy Marion Grissett died at age 75. His neighbor Mr. Marvin Lisenby rolled into our lane to motion with his head for Daddy to come out to the car. I was on the front porch with my siblings and that...

 

My long summer history with fishing Dixie Landing

The garden had been planted, well some of it. The early part was planted and producing somewhat. For our Sunday dinner, new potatoes had been "grabbled" out from the roots of the biggest plants. Holes had been filled back in so as to allow for the...

 

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