I AM SO BLADENBORO/BUTTERS! It is awesome sometimes to remember. I remember John Ellam;s (hope I spelled it Right) feed store across from the FFA building at school and how we would cross the street to get a pepsi on break from school and Donald Kelly yelling at us to get back to the school house.. I also remember the lumber mill across from Okies true value now and getting the scraps to build dad a lean too of a hog pen... .. I remember Dad making us pick cucumbers and butter beans. cut okra, pull peanuts, pick peas and break corn so he could carry it to JZs Supermarket and sell them for extra cash... I remember Stanley Durdens Horse farm and the horse that drank Pepsis. Going there on Sundays and hiding in the fields to watch the horse shows trying not to be spotted and enjoying the show without any money. I remember that some of the only joy we thought we had then was going to the BIG Swamp, the mill Pond, the Butters sand-hole, or the trussle to go fishing. I also remember at 8 years old every Saturday throwing a G.R.I.T. newspaper bag over my shoulder and walking from Mom and Dads down thru Butters to every house and selling papers for 15 cents... Stopping in to see Mitt Cartrette, Oscar and Helen Sykes, Kenneth Wilkins and all his kids, the Fields, the Deavers, and Ms Butler. Banjo, Donald Jackson, WEEZY Butler, Mary Lamb, Mazy and also Linda Ellis to name just a few.... I remember the community kids playing softball on the Ball field in front of JC Barber;s House. How we felt so safe back then... today I could not have let my 8 year old Kid walk four miles away and stay gone all day and think he would be coming home without a problem... Janie Faulk or Annie Smith would be my last stop back home... I filled up on cake, blueberries, bananas cookies, Ice Cream, Chicken Salad, fish, hamburgers or whatever these fine ladies had cooking when I stopped in.. I can truly say I knew who the best cooks were and I did impose...LOL... I remember after getting home going next door to Lindas and Billys and again sampling the bbq or whatever Ms. Linda had to enjoy... I remember the Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays community BBQ and Chicken bog held in our yard with cast iron pots boiling under a wood fire with fresh chicken from the farm and the grills going with Pork Chops or Boston Butts or shucks even a whole hog that had just made the evening what it was as Dad donated him for the good times.... Uncle June playing the guitar and all of us making fools of ourselves... then sweet potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil put under hot coals late that evening as we had a marshmallow roast or a wienie roast. I miss those times and those type of folks. It did not matter if you were a white kid going into a black home or the other way around... If you were five with a fifty year old or 90 with a 9 .... It did not matter that you were not theirs... you were a kid in the village and the village took it upon themselves to raise the kids as best as they could... We need to go back... or at least try to create the magic again. How many will agree?
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 23:37:15 +0000
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