Thursday, April 16, 2009

Poinsett County Line Road



We had so much fun as children growing up on Poinsett County Line Road, a gravel road that marked the Jackson/Poinsett County Line. Our parents built the house on an acre when we were all young. Keith, myself, Mitch, Dennie, and Mike...Brent came along later when I was in high school at Grubbs.
There was one neighbor next door. First Mr. and Mrs. James lived there; an older couple with plenty of big roosters and chickens. They were sweet as pie and we did put an end to their peaceful quiet country home, I'm sure. All of us running around without shirts or shoes, climbing trees, throwing rocks and shooting bb guns ( I was the lucky recipient of a bb to the right cheek once ). It was an accident, but Keith felt so bad he cried, little feller.
There was a tree line in front of our house by the road, but in front, side, and behind our house was always either rice or soybeans. We prayed for soybeans; those mosquitos ate us up.
We made our little "clubs" in the tree lines and clean out all the debris until it was just a hard dirt floor. When we played church Keith always got to be the preacher since he was oldest, but Mitch was allowed to offer the Lord's Supper of saltines and kool-aid. We even took up offerings of green leaves and little rocks. We had many a memorial service and burial for dead frogs all dried up, birds, bugs... Mama would give us a little box to put it in and we would put in flowers and things. Always being quiet and respectful, we would dig a little hole, put in the deceased and say a prayer.
So many stories to tell and I'll keep on telling them bit by bit.
Mr. and Mrs. James' rooster did chase about every one of us up a tree many times. We would run like it was a rabid lion behind us, scared and screaming. "MAMA, MAMA, MAMA!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I'll bet you never saw arms and legs wrap around a tree and shimmy up as quickly as we did - shaking like a dickens the whole time. Mom would run out with her apron on and grab a stick to scare off the Giant Rooster Monster and get us down. Took us awhile to recuperate from all the tears and shaking; likely to play inside the rest of the day as well!

1 comment:

  1. This looks really good! You will have fun writing it. The pictures are good. Write almost every day now.

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