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Articles written by Earline Smith Crews

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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...

 

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...

 

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