Thursday, June 9, 2011
Congratulations Mitchell family
A warm welcome goes out to Kenlie Reese Mitchell, who was born June 2, 2011, to Julie and Kenneth Mitchell. She weighed seven pounds and 13 ounces. She is welcomed home by her siblings Justin, Jordan, Kelsey and Jax. Congratulations to the Mitchell family!
Holly Springs has lost yet another fabulous member with the death of Bill York. Many moons ago, when Holly Springs still had a country club, Bill help start the women’s golf movement. He worked with many ladies in town tirelessly day in and out to not only help them understand the game, but to love it as much as he did. Last summer, he was sweet enough to pass on a set of golf clubs to my son, Grady, who was most appreciative! Bill would do absolutely anything to help others, young or old.
One time in particular when he was playing golf, he used a special tee which read, “Hot, Black and Sticky” - referring to asphalt. Everyone got a huge kick out of that and still talks about Bill using those tees! You were really someone high on his golf list if he gave you one of them!
Once the alarm was going off at Montrose. His wife, Lockie, pulled up over there and he was in tow. My guess was he was going to protect her from whatever or whomever was lurking inside. Bill was just that kind of man!
He was very special and touched so many lives with his sense of humor! Not only that, he was always very well put together - never seen out in sloppy clothes like most of us run to the store wearing. Just a rare breed of fellow from the top of his head to the tips of his toes; he is someone who will be missed by our entire community, a true Southern gent.
Grace Dunlap and Remy Collins will ride in the Germantown Charity Horsehow this week. This will be their season to ride. Claudia Keith is the trainer.
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Zinnifher Jeffries and Kenny Lee to wed June 18 at Strawberry MB
Mr. and Mrs. Harold B. Jeffries, of Holly Springs, announce the engagement of their daughter, Zinnifher L. Jeffries to Kenny P. Lee, son of the late Elder James Lee Sr. and Mrs. Rosie Lee of Memphis, Tenn.
The bride-elect is the granddaughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. George Zinn Sr. of Holly Springs and the late Mr. Willie Jeffries and Mrs. Frances Jeffries of Holly Springs.
She is a 1999 graduate of Holly Springs High School; she earned an associate degree in nursing from Northwest Community College in Senatobia; a Pharmacy Tech degree from Southwest Community College in Memphis, Tenn. and a bachelor’s degree in psychology from the University of Memphis. She is presently enrolled in graduate school at the University of Mississippi to specialize in psychology. She is a member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Zeta Upsilon Zeta Chapter and is presently employed as a social worker at the Highlands of Memphis.
The prospective groom is the grandson of the late Mr. and Mrs. Lonnie Webb of Senatobia, and the late Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Lee of Senatobia.
He is a 1996 graduate of Hillcrest High School in Memphis. He attended the University of Wisconsin and the University of Memphis. He is employed with Federal Express Corporation in Memphis.
The couple will exchange vows at 5 p.m., June 18, 2011, at Strawberry MB Church. A reception will follow at Kirkwood Golf Club. All family and friends are cordially invited.
The ice man
When I was growing up there was no such thing as air-conditioning and we didn’t even know it was hot. There were no refrigerators but we did have an icebox!
The ice man came two or three times a week. Each house had a sign for the ice man that you hung by the front door. The sign was square and had four different numbers on it. The top number (10, 25, 50, 100) showed the iceman what size ice block to put in the icebox. The back door was always unlocked.
The milkman and the iceman just walked in and put into the ice box whatever he had that was needed.
Jesse was our iceman. As he traveled down College Avenue, he had an enclosed wagon pulled by a horse. We used to catch a ride with him by standing on his running board and riding a block or two with him, until Dolly Newsom got her little toe run over by the steel rimmed wheel.
It really hurt her and blood was shooting everywhere and Dolly was screaming. That was the end of the rides and Jesse never again let us hitch a ride on his wagon.
The swimming pool was very enticing and was located at the north end of Center Street at the northwest corner of what is now the wonderful park.
The pool was open five days a week, but never on Sunday, as that was the Lord’s Day, and never on a Wednesday as that was the day the water was changed.
The pool was drained on Tuesday night, cleaned on Wednesday morning and refilled in the afternoon. The water came from the underground river running underneath the town (it always has and still does) and it was 56 degrees, which was really cold and we still swam in it even though we turned blue with the cold, but it warmed up before long.
The ice plant where they manufactured ice was on North Center Street - the last business on that north end.
My mother remembered the first time she ate ice cream about 1895 down in Waterford. It was in the wintertime and boiled custard was frozen and can’t you just imagine how delicious that was! She never forgot it.
In the summertime, beds were moved by the windows and the windows were all open for air and cross ventilation.
The doors were not always locked as there was an attitude of trust and no one was afraid of robbers. This was in the 1930s. We had a side door that could be pushed open.
One night the neighbor’s hound dog pushed open the door and came in. We had company that night and the dog climbed in right across their bed, waking them up and frightening them too.
The dog wasn’t scary, just friendly, but the company didn’t like him in their bed. We lived in Colonsay Cottage (that was where I first saw the light of day.) When I was tiny, (about 2?), I got up early one morning and walked out in my pajamas.
I remember walking up the street and my next recollection was standing in front of Polk Place, about eight blocks away; and then realizing I was lost, I began to cry.
Mrs. J.C. Tucker lived in Polk and she happened to come out to get her Commercial Appeal and there I was. She knew who I was.
She called my house and Daddy answered the phone. Mrs. Tucker said, “Mr. Bonds, do you know where your little daughter is?” He replied, “Sleeping.” and Mrs. Tucker said, “No, she’s here at my house!” So Daddy came and got me in his pickup and put a lock on the door that was out of my reach so history couldn’t repeat itself ,as it usually does.
The summers in the early 1930s were unbelievably hot. Holly Springs, broke all records when the mercury skyrocketed to 115 degrees and we had no air-conditioning. Oh, incidentally even little girls didn’t ever wear long pants and no shorts either. We wore dresses and the style was to have short hair with bangs.
Sometimes my hair was curled on each side with a hot curling iron until the boys made fun of me and then that ended.
Watermelons were a main crop in 1936. In the state news the BAWI program was started to lure Northern industry here with cheap taxes and cheap labor. Cotton had always been king and the boll weevil was working with no days off.
The first industry came here in 1946 as soon as World War II had ended. It was the sandpaper factory from Boston. Some of the first class citizens snubbed them and didn’t want us to be an industrial center. The smart Bostonians started paying everybody with two-dollar bills and two-dollar bills flooded the town, so attitudes did an about-face and we then loved the new industry.
It was one of eight sandpaper factories in the world and it lasted for decades.
Yesterday we had a visitor from Oklahoma. He was a story writer (probably looking for stories). Next we had a visitor who really enjoyed the museum. His trade was building pippins - each pippin is an engineering feat with so many ups and downs. Remember the one in Memphis? It’s just been sold to an opportunist up North. I can’t believe Memphis let someone else have one of their landmarks, part of their history.
Please come and visit your museum. We are open five days a week, most weeks.
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