Elm Fork Echoes, Volume 26, May 1998 Page: 20
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I was always told not to ride with a stranger. Only
one ever offered me a ride, and I climbed right in the
back seat of his car. I believe it was a Model T Ford. I was
scared again, and I was greatly relieved when the stranger
turned out to be a family friend, Ches Foster.
Gracie Glidwell who lived maybe a mile east of Josey on Belt
Line Road was a friend of mine. For some reason she pushed
me from the main floor of the old red brick building down
the steps to the basement. I landed with my ankle turned
completely under. I tried to walk home, but it hurt too bad.
Janie and Annie Stark lived over on Preston Road, and they
had a car which they drove to school. They took me to Josey
Lane in the car. I started down Josey, but I just couldn't
make it. Hershel told me to sit on the stile and he would go
home and get the car and come back after me. He had been
driving since he was seven years old. Mr. and Mrs.
Hartline came by in their buggy. They were the only people I
knew who had a buggy. I think he used the buggy because he
had been in a car wreck and got one eye put out. To this day
I can show you where he had that wreck because every time we
went by the place I was told that this is where Mr. Hartline
had his wreck. We did not hear of too many car wrecks then.
The Hartlines took me home, and mama called Dr. Burnett. He
came out and asked for vinegar and a brown paper bag. He
bathed the ankle in the vinegar and wrapped it in the brown
paper. I was on crutches for a long time.
Our entertainment was to go down to the Carrollton square
every Saturday night. We got a nickel or dime and bought
either an ice cream cone or a doll from Aunt Ellen Myers.
Uncle George Myers opened a moving picture show which we
attended. Since my dad was a nephew of his, he and mama
could go to the show free, but Doris and I had to pay. We
also went to church and school functions and to all the two
week revivals at the Baptist and Methodist churches.
We always wondered why all of we girls had to have
appendicitis operations. Years later when my dad had
surgery the doctor said there was only scar tissue in the
appendix area. Oneita's husband, Bud Dorman, who worked for
us for a few years, nearly died from a ruptured appendix.
There was a man we called the Old Raleigh Man who came
around the country in a little enclosed wagon selling items.
Mama always bought her vanilla extract from him. When he
was in this part of the country, he stayed with the Alex
Warner family. He and Emory Warner became very good friends.20
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