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| Museuming Once upon a time... The people in my past I’ll remember forever. Old people from my childhood were really interesting. My neighbor, Mrs. Gibbons was like an old Gibson girl. Her son, Kendrick, took me on my first motorcycle ride. Mrs. Hopkins, Frank Hopkins’ mother, was the granddaughter of Supreme Justice Judge James F. Trotter. Mrs. Tyler who lived next door to me was the daughter of Roger Barton, well known original lawyer of early Holly Springs. The only person I ever knew named Pocahontas was Miss Poke Bennett. Why would a mother name her baby girl Pocahontas? I knew Mrs. Josephine Cox who was born on a cold winter night in Hudsonville while the northern army was there and General Sherman was staying in her house The general rocked the new baby sitting by the fire that night. Lester Fant and Gus Smith were next door neighbors on Salem Avenue and best of friends all their lives. They used to fight it out all day on opposite sides in court then play tennis together later that afternoon. Mr. Mickle was definitely the town historian. Not only did he remember it, he lived it. E.H. Crump used to come to town every Sunday to see his mother until she died at age 98 in 1940. She was born on the plantation in Hudsonville. Ed Crump wore a big hat with a wide brim and strutted around like a kingpin, which he was. Great Aunt Lizzie was a maiden lady (nice name for old maid) who had no way to make a living so she lived with us for 25 years. She took care of the children, darned and patched, tatted, did needlework of all kinds. She had a horn in order to hear as she was so deaf. She told me when she was a little girl in South Carolina that one day the sun didn’t come up so the chickens never got off their roost. Later on, I found out that a major volcano erupted somewhere in the world and the ash covered the world. Reckon it’s true? One night Claiborne Thompson’s house caught fire. It was located at the corner of West Street and Salem Avenue and was a big two-story house. Claiborne’s family would have burned up but Mr. Turner, Mildred’s father, who lived next door, ran over and woke them up. He was in his pajamas but had he stopped to dress, it would have been too late. Remember that. When I was tiny, 2 or 3 years old. I got up early one morning before my folks, unlocked the front door and walked across town in my pajamas. When I arrived in front of Polk Place (I lived in Colonsay Cottage) I realized I was lost. Mrs. Jim Tucker came out to get her paper and discovered me. She called my daddy and asked him if he knew where I was. He was shocked to discover I had walked across town. He came and got me. We had a Model T Ford. I remember standing on the front seat next to my daddy who was driving. I remember the day my head touched the roof of the car and I was too tall to stand on the seat anymore. It was the only time in my life I was too tall for anything. I remember the day my two boy cousins from Oxford came to see us. We were about ten years old. One of them, as he was looking at the Catholic Church bell next door, asked, “Does that bell ever ring?” I replied, “No, I have never heard it ring.” Then he suggested, “Let’s ring it!” So we climbed up the apple tree and scooted onto the roof of the church. I remember running down the peak of the roof to the belfry and ringing the bell. It was gong, gong – just beautiful! From that rooftop I could see Mrs. McDermott, who lived on the corner, running to see who was ringing that bell. All three of us went scurrying back down the rooftop. Harold was first and he scooted down the tree. I was next and the apple tree limb broke and we disappeared. Only Charlie was left on the roof to face Mrs. McDermott’s wrath. At least she couldn’t reach him. We left him there until Mrs. McDermott left, then I think he had to be rescued by my dad. That was the only time in my life I ever heard the bell ring. The summer is sure getting hotter and hotter and it’s cool and interesting here in the Square Museum. Bring the kids and come and have some really cool fun at the museum here on the square. We are getting closer and closer to getting back to our old “new” home and the time is limited to visit us here before we close the doors at 111 Van Dorn Avenue; 662 252-3669, www.mchmuseum.org or email us at marshallcomuseum @bellsouth.net Good News Happy Hour Good News Happy Hour off the air till August 7 The Swanee Good News Happy Hour will be off the air this Thursday. The new tower is finally going up. We will back on the air the following Thursday, August 7, 3-4 p.m. with a great line-up of local celebrities and talent. We will see you then! |
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