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Show "I REMEMBER" CV THE OLD TIMERS f From Mrs. Vallie G. Williams, Atlanta, Georgia: I remember as lilllo girl lying on my "tummy" before the big, open fireplace where a huge Are of oak logs cast a warm, glowing light over the entire room, eating popcorn and being quiet as possible while my mother read from the big family Bible to the entire family. Then, as the fire died away a little, lit-tle, my grandmother, (who always sat in the corner and puffed on an old clay pipe, filled with homegrown home-grown tobacco she grew and cured herself), would tuck some sweet potatoes in the hot coals. Soon they would be roasted and she would :ivng them away from the coals to cool. How good they smelled as we brushed the ashes off and burst (hem open to eat. I remember, also, my grandmother grand-mother would sometimes place a large iron skillet that had little legs on it, over some hot coals and pile more coals on the lid to cook the most delicious corn-pone any one ever tasted. Those were the days before radio and television, when people spent quiet evenings together togeth-er and had plenty of time to talk over the happenings of the day, or to walk across the fields to visit vis-it a neighbor and set 'till 8 or 8:30 o'cloek. My dad always carried a little kerosene lantern on these visits and I would walk behind him and try to step in the shadows his legs would make as he swung the little lantern. Sometimes we looked up at the starry heavens and traced the Milky-Way, or talked about the wonders of it. I thank God for memories like these. (Srnd contributions to this column to The Old Timer, Community 1'rrss Srrv-ke, Srrv-ke, Box M, Frankfort, Kentucky.) |
