Congratulations! Bowens great-grandparents of baby girl
Congratulations to Roy and Hazel Foote, who celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary on Feb. 9. He is in a veteran home in Oxford. Get well wishes to him.
Mary Jo McCallum is recuperating from recent surgery in Oxford Hospital. She needs our prayers.
Billie Margaret Benefield has returned recently from Oxford, Ohio, where she has been visiting her sister, Mary. While there for the holidays, Mary’s son had surgery and died. We send them our love and sympathy.
A family friend and the father of my grandson, David Hollingsworth’s wife, Teresa (L.B Sides of Palmetto) suffered a recent heart attack; he had surgery in Tupelo Hospital on Feb. 7 for six blocked arteries. We are thankful he stood the operation and ask for prayers for him. Mr. Sides and wife, Mary Lee, have been wonderful to me and my family.
A former Potts Camp banker, David Brower of Winona is in intensive care in Tupelo Hospital. He has been sick since December. We ask for special prayers for him. His wife is the former Betty Bowen, sister to Billy Bowen. The couple has two children, Pam and John David.
Bill Betts had surgery on Feb. 7. Get well wishes to him.
Billy and Mildred Bowen’s grandson, Bo, who they reared, is a captain in the Air Force in Buffalo. He called his grandparents recently. He and his wife have a new baby girl. Congratulations to them! Snow had covered the ground that day where they live.
Happy birthday to David Alderson on Feb. 22, to Korrie Stanton on Feb. 23, to Richard Phillips on Feb. 24, to Megan Watkins on Feb. 25, to Jacob Gadd on Feb. 25.
Mirion and David Hunsucker of Ashland visited Joyce and Joel Clayton on Sunday.
Prayer list: Irene Ware, Mary Jo McCallum, Larry Rhynes, Evan Watts, June Pearson, Jean Conlee, Martha Ross, Thurman and Diane Clayton, Willie Miller, Linda Gay Alexander, Boots Alvis, C.M. Alvis, Betty Fincher, Ruthie Myers, Dorothy Forester, Roy Foote, L.B. Sides, David Brower, Ruthie St. John, Lillie May Ford. Pray for peace.
Some of my fondest memories include growing up in Potts Camp, our hometown! Many times our parents would take us fishing in the old creek across the railroad tracks. The boys had a swimming hole there. They would catch a rope hanging on a tree and swing over the water before they jumped in to swim. I was happy if I caught a fish!
It was during the Great Depression and hsobos would ride the trains and sometimes camp out near the creek. Mother always cooked an extra pan of biscuits to feed the hobos when they came knocking at our door, which was often. She never turned one away hungry. In the ’30s, the businessmen in town thought the Depression was over, so they held “Trades Day” one Saturday to boost the economy. A 9 a.m. they hung old man depression, made of rags, from a pole and burned him. Then the fun began. Games included a shaved, greased pig the boys were trying to catch; a pole (greased) with money on top of it; the person who climbed the pole got the money. I remember the last prize was for the largest family attending. They rode away in a wagon with a barrel of flour for their prize.
Potts Camp had about 25 businesses; the largest ones, “Greer and Greer” and B.A. Edwards sold almost anything people needed. The doctors had offices over the tall frame stores on Center St. Oh, how I dreaded those steps to the doctors’ offices.
My granddad, J.A. Potts, moved to town and built the two- story Potts House on Front St. in 1910. Most of their children were grown by that time.
They had lived on Potts Creek, a few miles from town until then. They rented rooms to people who rode the trains. People rode the trains when I was young. We had a pass. The coal chute was built near them in 1915.
Les James, our pastor’s son, now deceased, told a tale about the Potts store. He was a paper boy waiting for his papers one day in front of the Baptist Church, when he saw a strange truck in front of the store, and went over to inspect it. A large dog barked at him and he saw a machine gun in the back of the truck. Suddenly a man and woman came running out of the store yelling for him to get away from the truck. They jumped in and rode away. Grandpa Potts came out waving bills in his hand and said, “You forgot your change!”
Les always said it was Bonnie and Clyde, famous crooks at that time. We did hear that they were in this area. I wish I had asked Grandpa more about it.
Well, it makes a good story anyway! Bonnie and Clyde supposedly wrote to Henry Ford complimenting him on his cars. He used this letter in his advertisements. He named his Model T The “Tin Lizzie” and it was voted car of the century. In the early ’20s, my dad bought one for $500 at Farr Motors in Hickory Flat.
We really enjoyed that car; the road to Holly Springs had steep hills of sand. We would get out and push it up the hill, then jump in and away we would go. I was afraid of the old bridge over Tippah River; the boards would pop and shake. We had to use fabric curtains when it rained.
Daddy broke his hand while cranking old Tin Lizzie in front of the car. James started driving us at age 10. In 1927 the A Model came out and we had run the wheels off of Tin Lizzie, so Daddy bought one.
We enjoyed the old cars.
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