Small Town Memories
Yep, that's me over to the left..ohhhhh...how did I ever survive those
teenage years?? Awful glasses and perms! Party lines with the
town gossip listening in.. Penny loafers and bobby socks..
The guy up top in this photo lived two doors down from me. We
often got into fights
playing football in the front yard until his older twin brothers got
even with attempts to smother me or hang me off the shed out back by
my shirt, one leg dangling over the precipice.. I saw John off and on over the years
until my mother moved to be near me and left Pageland in 1990. He now
lives in a town in Virginia where a good friend, still has a family
home. We recently talked on the phone and the years betweem us dissolved.The girl under him was my off and on best friend and
also was the
preacher's daughter. Kathy made Julia Sugar Drop cookies while her brother
and I soaked our stamps in the sink together for our albums. He accidentally broke off half my front tooth
at the skating rink one night,
shortly after I'd gotten my braces removed and I had to wear them a
second time. Kathy called to tell me he was found dead last month. No known cause yet. She and I would spend our summer days on
her front porch, wilting in the heat, while we listened to such songs as Fever, I was the One, A White Sport Coat and A
Pink Carnation and other 45's. Remember those?
The girl on the bottom was killed right out of college.
Ella Ruth lived
down the block from me and came over for visits often. It still seems strange that she died so
young.
The guy up front is now an M.D. and runs a medical clinic in the
midwest. We've lost touch.
...all of this from a Southern town of 2500 people, two doctors,
three churches, two drugstores, one beauty parlor, a dime store, an
appliance store, a red dot store (liquor sold in a brown bag to the town
sinners lol), a lumber mill, a feed and seed store that delivered
groceries on the back of a pickup and let you sign a slip to pay at the
end of the month, one stoplight, one caution light, and no movie
theatres.
A slice of time gone forever, but still remembered....
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