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Remember When

  • Aunt Bess's buttons get me through

    Times are pretty lean for a lot of folks right now.    

    I hate to paint a bad picture, but they’re gonna get tougher before we see a turnaround. 

    The stock market is moving like a roller coaster again. 

    Some of us older folks have been on this ride before.

    We have leadership in Washington, D.C., that is capable of giving folks a leg up, but there are others who condemn them for helping the hurting.

  • My luck has got to change sometime

    Bless Pete, the whole house was shaking. No, I’m not referring to the recent earthquake that one of the Buford fellas compared to a washing machine that was acting up.

    It was indeed my granddaughter’s clothes washer acting up.

    Now, it’s safe to say there was some small measure of a family disagreement as to when a new washer would be ordered. 

    I was smart enough to stay out of it. That kind of “ain’t got no dog in this fight” wisdom comes with age.

  • Make sure the sugar is sugar

    Kids have tough times too, but this year, Mother Nature sure has been giving us older folks a run for our money.

    In April, it was a hailstorm. In the last two weeks, it was an earthquake and right of top of that, a hurricane.

    Since I’m in Maryland visiting kin right now, I had the honor of experiencing all three.

    You know, I just have a knack for bein’ at the wrong place at the wrong time.

  • Soldiers' friendly waves last a lifetime

    A visit to see what was growing at Uncle Perry Scott’s farm in Winnsboro was a big change compared to our Victory Garden.

    Everybody there had red clay beneath their fingernails, with farms all over the place.

    However, there’s not as many people plowing right now. Uncle Perry said most of the local boys are wearing military uniforms and fighting in foreign fields. 

    A friend of Uncle Perry had this big old farm, which supplied bunches of vegetables to the Fort Jackson Army base.

  • That date does live in infamy

    The start of a new school year always has me remembering when and marveling at how quick time flies.

    Gosh, seems it was only yesterday that me and Mama were walking hand in hand down to Chesterfield Avenue Grammar School for my very first day of school.

    By the fall of 1941, I was in Miss Charlotte Jones’ third grade class. 

    Everyday, she had us studying something new. 

  • School can be a scary place

    Something big was going on down at Dr. Strait’s old homeplace. 

    Since it was only three houses up Chesterfield Avenue toward town, I decided to mosey down there to see what all the commotion was about. 

    After talkin’ to some of the working fellas, one of ’em spilled the beans.

    “Son, they’re gonna build a brand new grammar school right here on this hill,” he said. 

    Boy, that was good news for me. It meant I wouldn’t have to go across town to Central School.

  • Hot days give way to cold dreams

    Me and Billy Pipkins stopped what we were doing to get a swallow of drinking water from the old hose pipe in the back yard. 

    We made sure to let it run a little before taking a sip and cooling off our faces. Boy is it hot! 

    Our toy guns, which we placed on an old box before stopping by the watering hole, were just too hot to handle. 

    Since it was too hot to play cowboys, we decided to mosey around for a while.

  • It never looks like the picture on the box

    I walked by the county jail and library on my way to Lancaster High School just about every day.

    I was always fascinated when I stopped by the old library at the corner of Gay and French Streets.

    To me, it was amazing to watch librarian Miss Robbie Horton work. 

    While I struggled to find stuff using the formula Melvil Dewey devised, she never did. 

    Shucks, Miss Robbie made it look easy; she knew where every book and volume was. She was the best book finder and put ’er backer I ever saw.   

  • We earn our war games stripes

    The last few days have been miserably hot. It kind of reminds me of when the U.S. Army came to town for a round of war games.

    America was getting a bit antsy with all the saber-rattling going on in Europe.

    Given the situation, somebody up and decided to call out our soldiers in the middle of a really hot summer for military maneuvers.

    You know, it takes two sides to argue, fight or have a war, even if it’s just playin’ war.

  • Here's a big thanks from the stoved-up

    Eating your own words (or thoughts) isn’t always the most appetizing thing on the menu. 

    Like castor oil, it can get something stuck out of your system.

    You know, I’ve read my share of letters to the editor from folks who want to thank others for doing the job they are paid to do. 

    And most of the time, I made light of their letters. 

    However, that chicken has come home to roost and is crowing away atop a house gutter.