I Remember When . .
Just A Sangin'
| As I remember, when you went to visit, all
the kids would run and hide, peeking out from behind their hiding places
till they saw who it was. Being bashful was normal.
Communication in the early days was mostly word of mouth, at least out in the country.
So when a visitor came by, they were expected to tell you all the news they knew and you exchange the same. Such as, who died, who was born, the latest song you had heard and sing the same.
Dad was talented in the music department. He had perfect pitch, and would practice a new tune for days. He always had a guitar and much to our pleasure, would play tunes on it, while we fixed supper in the evenings. Steel guitar rag, Cripple Creek, Will the Circle Be Unbroken and all the Hymns that we knew. Once in California, Dad played and sang the Great Speckle Bird on the radio.
We would sing as we traveled, each carried a different part and it had better be on key! Seemed anything he could get his hands on he could play immediately. He played for dances when he was growing up in the Atwood and Calvin areas. Hard working folks would meet and square dance. Hundley's Store was a regular Saturday meeting place. The wide concrete porch or steps in the front would be crowded. Stories swapped and plans for the following week were discussed. A little competition of who could run, jump or spit the farthest was entertainment. (If you did not stand down wind)
I believe this was where they took me when I was scalded, by pulling Dad's shaving pan off the table and onto my arms, as a toddler. They put egg whites on the scald and it healed, without complications. Could not find a doctor. Some of the old remedies are free and they work, of course prayer and our Good Lord does it best. :)
Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.