This week, I've thought a lot about Halls Mill, an area in Bedford County north of Shelbyville where I grew up.
I began really thinking about the area when I got behind a pickup truck this morning. In the back I saw a guy riding free as a bird with the wind blowing in his hair, which was actually reflective of a younger me.
I remember riding like that in my grandfather's truck. I remember the green persimmons my older cousins passed to me the back of that truck. If you've never had one, get ready to pucker up.
Of course my grandfather didn't drive over 25 mph on the country roads. I still remember his tanned arm resting on the open window of his Ford Ranger as he puffed on his Kool cigarette.
I suspect riding in the back of an open pick up might be illegal, not to mention more dangerous, these days. Still, those of us who experienced it will never forget the freedom it afforded us.
Before I forget, there will be a new memorial horse show in Halls Mill at the Triangle Club on Saturday, June 22. It promises to be a really good event. Some of the proceeds will support the Center for Family Development. Thanks to Erin Cabe Webb, Heidi Davis, Daphne and Mandy Motes for all their hard work.
I have a family reunion at the Triangle Club this weekend which is sure to bring out many memories-some no doubt funnier than others. I'm bringing pictures!
I grew up playing on my grandparents' farm, which banked the Duck River. I don't remember there being a lot of trash in the waters back then. Reminder: Send us your trashy pictures. That is, pictures of litter on the roadsides.
Halls Mill will also be in my memories for raccoon or “coon hunting.” (That's even regulated these days.)
I also remember great gatherings under the stars highlighted with homemade peach and chocolate ice cream.
The large front porch of my grandparents' home featured big white Adirondack chairs. It was certainly the place for family conversation and folklore about the stars.
There was nothing more wonderful than the way my grandmother's iris scented the night air. We played until late evening outdoors, catching what we called “lightening bugs” and “June bugs.” Do kids do that anymore?
Someone asked me the other day if I wanted some Mimosa seeds. We climbed those trees in Halls Mill. I can't say I want to raise any in my yard.
Other memories include slurping on an ice cold piece of watermelon right out of the milk cooler. Locals know there's nothing more refreshing or cold. Brr!
My childhood included the Vietnam War, Watergate and the energy crisis. Yet, they were simple days, and a time of different kinds of stress compared to today.
Many of the Halls Mill residents from my generation are passed on or moved on. Yet, some have continued to make their home there right off 41-A North, which is special to me. I still can visit, though many get on to me for not doing so. Sorry.
People often don't believe me when I talk about the heavy snows we had here. I show them photos. They're amazed, based on our winters the last decade.
There were things we did to keep ourselves entertained during large snows. I'm not sure but I think being towed on a car hood down an icy road might be illegal these days too.
O.k. We weren't into doing illegal things. People in the country just created their own fun.
This week, I hope you will email me your favorite funeral dish. As odd as that may sound regarding childhood memories, it's a tradition to make sure your neighbors are fed during their time of need.
We believed, and still believe to this day, in Matthew 25:40 which says, “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ ”
Now, that's really something to remember.