What a busy week and what a very busy day Saturday…despite the uncooperative weather…Bladen volunteers were busy…
Normally, the last week in the month is a little less hectic…We shall see…
As a youngster, a busy week meant an extra event at Zion Hill Baptist Church….and I remember as a youngster the times we met, roasted marshmallows, actually burned marshmallows…Fun…and for many, haven’t seen in 60 or 70 years…Still remember most…some deceased, some moved away…There is always a better chance of keeping up with males than females….Last name changes for the girls and no way of knowing where they are and how they are doing…
I loved those day, despite the tough times…Guess as we grow up and worry less about our everyday needs and wants, we are a little less appreciative and a little more lazy, less productive is a better way to describe I suppose …whatever…
Can you remember your first grade teacher’s name? 2nd, 3rd, 4th….I remember names, not all and in no order…I guess, as a youngster the time of day I disliked the most as a 1st grader was after lunch…We must take a break, lying on the floor, on newspaper, as I recalled the floors had some type oil (?) on them…and take a nap….Today, a break (nap?) after lunch is not bad…but not on the floor…
I also think about being in school in May…Could not wait to get to the end of the school year….not sure why, I traded the classroom for a hot field behind a mule or horse plowing corn, cotton, peanuts, tobacco…or running a weeder over the young corn…dusty…wow…
Time to move forward and make more memories of a different nature…Today a mule or horse would never be in the field…and most farmers have neither….
Childhood is that wonderful time of the life when all you need to do to lose weight is take a bath…
When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood.
‘Lesson learned’…Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.
robert g hester
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