Guest guest Posted February 26, 2011 Report Share Posted February 26, 2011 Thanks for the story. I knew you could out do me, I was just a por little of farm boy. I have not done it all but sure enojoyed living every day. Good memories but back to taking care of this CML. H. > > , you sound like a man who has " done it all " . Jimmy said the first time he drove his father's car, he drove down Main St. at 100 mph. Of course he was stopped and he got a good lecture. I don't know what his father did to him. LOL Today they send you off to a juvie camp to " cool off " . Trouble is, you usually come out worse than you were before you went in. Good place to learn " new stuff " . > > Riding the running boards reminds me of my BIL. He used to ride the running board while his father drove, and he had a shotgun through the front windshield that you could open. They had to go through the swamp where the notarious thugs were on the look out for him as he passed through. He always carried cash to buy his lumber. He was a cooper maker and used only cypress and had to go to a mill out in the swamp to buy it. No, he did not make kegs, he made cisterns to hold water and every home had to have one ( a few are still around). > > There was no police protection in the complete wilderness, and the thieves knew when he was coming and tried to rob him, so the oldest son as I said, rode side saddle on the running board, with the shotgun and opened fire if he thought they were threatened. Elliot Ness would have enjoyed this as a thriller. This was after the banks had crashed and no one trusted the banks, so they carried cash and a lot businesses only dealt with cash for the same reason - your check might bounce, especially if you were from out of town. > > Go back about 80-85 years and you can get a picture of what it was like. The roads were made of clam shells and there was swamp with cypress trees and palmetto plants (no shoulders) on either side of you, where they laid in wait for you to come barreling through. I think today they would call it defensive driving. LOL Sometimes you had to wait for an alligator to cross the road. I wasn't around then, but I heard the stories they told around the dinner table. I do remember riding in a rumble seat as a small child, but it must have been another family member, we had a sedan. (A 1935 just sold at auction for $385 K). Who knew? > > Take care and continued good luck as you travel through your journey. > > Carpe Diem, > Lottie Duthu > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 26, 2011 Report Share Posted February 26, 2011 Memories cannot be trumped, but can be shared. It was 1944 when I was born, Herr Hitler was smug in his Fortress Europe until, thirty days later my Dad took a walk on the beach with a few of his friends, Normandy, France, that is. My first photo had made it just in time to be carried in his pocket. I remember running boards, rumble seats, country roads and the like. My folks were poor Okies moving from one Army base to another. I remember out-houses and can remember tending the fire in my mother's cauldron where she would boil the laundry. First TV when I was 11. Ah the good old days! Toodles y'all On Fri, Feb 25, 2011 at 8:57 PM, <dickie_64012@...> wrote: > > > Thanks for the story. I knew you could out do me, I was just a por little > of farm boy. I have not done it all but sure enojoyed living every day. Good > memories but back to taking care of this CML. > > H. > > > > > > > , you sound like a man who has " done it all " . Jimmy said the first > time he drove his father's car, he drove down Main St. at 100 mph. Of course > he was stopped and he got a good lecture. I don't know what his father did > to him. LOL Today they send you off to a juvie camp to " cool off " . Trouble > is, you usually come out worse than you were before you went in. Good place > to learn " new stuff " . > > > > Riding the running boards reminds me of my BIL. He used to ride the > running board while his father drove, and he had a shotgun through the front > windshield that you could open. They had to go through the swamp where the > notarious thugs were on the look out for him as he passed through. He always > carried cash to buy his lumber. He was a cooper maker and used only cypress > and had to go to a mill out in the swamp to buy it. No, he did not make > kegs, he made cisterns to hold water and every home had to have one ( a few > are still around). > > > > There was no police protection in the complete wilderness, and the > thieves knew when he was coming and tried to rob him, so the oldest son as I > said, rode side saddle on the running board, with the shotgun and opened > fire if he thought they were threatened. Elliot Ness would have enjoyed this > as a thriller. This was after the banks had crashed and no one trusted the > banks, so they carried cash and a lot businesses only dealt with cash for > the same reason - your check might bounce, especially if you were from out > of town. > > > > Go back about 80-85 years and you can get a picture of what it was like. > The roads were made of clam shells and there was swamp with cypress trees > and palmetto plants (no shoulders) on either side of you, where they laid in > wait for you to come barreling through. I think today they would call it > defensive driving. LOL Sometimes you had to wait for an alligator to cross > the road. I wasn't around then, but I heard the stories they told around the > dinner table. I do remember riding in a rumble seat as a small child, but it > must have been another family member, we had a sedan. (A 1935 just sold at > auction for $385 K). Who knew? > > > > Take care and continued good luck as you travel through your > journey. > > > > Carpe Diem, > > Lottie Duthu > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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