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The story of the Hale brothers in McCall

The two Hale brothers Olan age 88 and A.D., age 95 stand in the livingroom of the second Hale Family home located in the McCall community. The Hale brothers said they have named their community "...

 

That's right, it's the time for violet picking

Our time to pick violets was when the first one was found. Sometime around the end of February we started looking for violets. Best places were in the woods that had been controlled or purpose burned over. Usually the burns were done in the first...

 

Song writer from Flomaton to Nashville

Betty A. Jones, a Flomaton native, always dreamed of her poems and stories being told in a song. In high school, Betty wrote a song that gave her the idea to be a country music songwriter. A country song has to be written as a story so as to be sung...

 

2020 marks two years writing for the Ledger

Dear Friends, This being the first article for 2020, I want to tell you all some things I have planned for the New Year. First, I must tell you this is ending a complete two years of writing for The Tri-City Ledger under BYGONE TIMES. I never in a...

 

Remembering 56 years ago

56 years ago, on December 28th, we two innocents stood before Judge Jean Kirkland in the courthouse in Brewton, Alabama and vowed to love, honor and obey (ouch) each other until death and taxes came due. All he owned was a car and the monthly...

 

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and after

I would give anything to take y'all back in time with me to experience Christmas in the poor house. You will need to play along and imagine here. The smells of Washington Delicious apples, Lake Wells oranges, Mama's traditional Christmas cake frosted...

 

ECB shows more than customer appreciation

Escambia County Bank of Flomaton hosted a celebration for Customer Appreciation last Friday. I was invited to sell my book alongside the Alger Sullivan Historical Society group who were selling books; all things historical and local. So, the doors...

 

See, I don't do drugs, very well that is

I don't do drugs for recreation. I have had drugs done to me. So, my first experience with the magic of drugs was when I gave birth to my first baby. A little girl that had made my life miserable for nine months with having me puke and eat tons of st...

 

A tale of the Thanksgiving 'sapsucker'

Somebody moved away and gave Daddy a turkey and a few old laying hens that never laid, but eventually made some good Sunday dumplings. My parents never ask for handouts (we had self-pride), but a hand-me-down turkey wasn't the same as a public dole...

 

In honor of a 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 flutter of life I w...

 

November means that it is hog killing time

In my childhood days, the month of November brought busy work and fun times to this country girl. To say November was the best month would be a stretch, but let me explain myself. Before the busy-ness of November, October had us harvesting our crop... Full story

 

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... Full story

 

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...

 

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