I was 10 years old in 1954, and I remember that summer! Years later I wrote a poem about it. The first lines went like this:
Summer was oppressive in 1954, With flies buzzing, hopeful, at the back screen door. Mama canned and pickled, which added to the heat, And said, "At least when winter comes, we'll have a bite to eat."
More history--we dug potatoes below the big pond on this day in 1961. Momma flagged up to the house and Gilbert was born on this day. Remember? We wanted to name him Robert, but his father wanted to name him Gilbert.
Grandpa Powell died July 15, 1954. On this day he was very sick in bed.
We were down at the garden with Daddy.... He had a horse with us plowing something.....or hooked up to pull something back for us....Mama was on the back porch and hollered for us... We all took off to the house fast....I went to stay with Barb and Richard at the Clint Powell's place. I can not remember if Daddy dropped me off on the way o the hospital or Richard came and picked me up.....When daddy left the hospital he went by Grandma Powell's and she got to name Gilbert....I stayed with Barb and Richard for a few days.... during that time there was a big storm and we all had to go to the cellar and stay.
This was the first time I had seen anyone afraid of storms you know Daddy never put that fear in us.... I remember once lightning struck the house and it set the wall on fire where the kitchen stove plugged in. It was at night. Daddy smothered out the fire and we all went back to bed just like there was no worries. I remember lots of excitement when the was was on fire. But afterward it was just all over with. I'm sure Daddy told us it was fine and so it was.
I know you all know that my memory got zapped somehow. Lots of stuff I don't remember. I did not go anywhere when Gilbert was born that I remember...I stayed at home!
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I was 10 years old in 1954, and I remember that summer! Years later I wrote a poem about it. The first lines went like this:
Summer was oppressive in 1954,
With flies buzzing, hopeful, at the back screen door.
Mama canned and pickled, which added to the heat,
And said, "At least when winter comes, we'll have a bite to eat."
More history--we dug potatoes below the big pond on this day in 1961. Momma flagged up to the house and Gilbert was born on this day. Remember?
We wanted to name him Robert, but his father wanted to name him Gilbert.
Grandpa Powell died July 15, 1954. On this day he was very sick in bed.
grandma Powell named Gilbert....I remember that..h
Helen, I don't remember that!
We were down at the garden with Daddy.... He had a horse with us plowing something.....or hooked up to pull something back for us....Mama was on the back porch and hollered for us... We all took off to the house fast....I went to stay with Barb and Richard at the Clint Powell's place. I can not remember if Daddy dropped me off on the way o the hospital or Richard came and picked me up.....When daddy left the hospital he went by Grandma Powell's and she got to name Gilbert....I stayed with Barb and Richard for a few days.... during that time there was a big storm and we all had to go to the cellar and stay.
This was the first time I had seen anyone afraid of storms you know Daddy never put that fear in us.... I remember once lightning struck the house and it set the wall on fire where the kitchen stove plugged in. It was at night. Daddy smothered out the fire and we all went back to bed just like there was no worries. I remember lots of excitement when the was was on fire. But afterward it was just all over with. I'm sure Daddy told us it was fine and so it was.
I know you all know that my memory got zapped somehow. Lots of stuff I don't remember. I did not go anywhere when Gilbert was born that I remember...I stayed at home!
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