My Childhood Memories...

A few weeks ago Fleta wrote about her earliest memory as a child. I have thought about my earliest memory many times since I have been grown and I can not really remember which is my earliest memory. I have several that I remember when I was young but I do not know which one I was the youngest.

 

I remember a trip we all  made to see Aunt Thelma. We went in a car and it seems like we all went. I know Debby was with us. I got car sick and Daddy stopped the car and walked me up and down the road. I was throwing up. I remember riding on the fairy. I remember playing around water at Thelma's. I do not remember anything about coming home.

 I remember when Daddy cut his finger working at the factory in Harrison and him pacing the floor holding his hand above his head.  It hurt so bad he could not sleep. I remember him going to the doctor many times and them pulling the dead flesh out and how bad it hurt him.

 I remember him working on a turkey crew with Mr. Hopper and he was in OK. and did not come home every night.

 I remember him working on the Dam and bringing 3 big cat fish home and we put them in a tub outside till the weekend and he butchered them and we ate them.

 I remember going rabbit hunting on the hill with Daddy and Truman. They had guns and I had a sharpened stick. I was pretty young at that time.

 I remember having the bagel dogs above the road in a pen. I remember the black goat that was also in the pen sometimes.

 I remember Sharon and Geraldine coming up to play a time or two. I remember playing Pig tails.

 I remember Daddy being outside with us and playing tag at night and catching lighting bugs.

 I remember Daddy putting POWELL up on the house by the light. He climbed on the roof and hung over the edge to nail it up.

 

I remember Donny and Jimmy coming over one time to see Richard. The part I remember was all 3 of them walking through the kitchen talking up a storm. They were all laughing and were going fishing in the big pond. No one paid any attention to me.

  I remember Richard taking me to town in his black and white ford. He bought me an ice cream cone and I dropped it in the floor board. I was in the back seat behind him. He made me pick it up and throw it out while he was driving on the dirt road and he did not stop, he just opened his door. I was scared.

 I remember Richard working on cars a lot. He did it above the road above where the light pole was. The fence must have been back farther then? It seems to me there was a lot of room there.

I remember Patsy taking me to a Lady's house that she knew in Branson, or maybe it was Hollister. This lady had a girl about my age and she gave me a bunch of clothes. There was a poodle skirt in the batch. I remember Patsy thanking her a lot.

 I remember the 1st movie I ever went to. Patsy took us to see Davey Crocket and I got popcorn.

 I remember the Christmas Pat got us a TV and I got a doll.... Clayton got a basket ball. All of these were before I was school age. But I have no idea which was first.

 

Then I remember having the milk cows and having the sale. I remember Daddy getting sick and Clayton making a checker board and playing with me when Mama, Richard, and Fleta went to visit Daddy in the Va hospital...But I was in 2nd grade by then.

 

I remember one summer Daddy logging down by Denver. He bought 2 mean mules. I went with him often because he worked by himself. Once a week a man came in a 18 wheeler and loaded all of the logs we had drug out of the woods and piled up. I remember Daddy sometimes let me drive the team after he had made several trips to the same log patch. I thought I was really great but then one trip the mules made the trip with no one holding the reigns. So I then figured out I was not really all that much help. Sometimes he would stop at the Denver store and I would get an ice cream in a cup with a wooden stick. I always got strawberry swirl.

 

I think Patsy is right. She lived a different life than I did. Betty said after Daddy went to work for Eldridge we were not as poor. I remember when Poor ole Fleet went to work at Tyson we were never as poor.

 

But I don't have  a lot of bad memories surrounding Mom, Dad, and the homestead. It really seems all 3 were all tied together for me. They were all very comforting to me all through my childhood.