Plymouth Street

The house I was born into on Plymouth Street was huge...really I have no way to say that because I was a kid and didn't reach two foot tall until later. Memories of that time are disjointed and hap-hazard...like this blog. There are still many of them, but they're fragments. Not something I can put into a cohesive string. 

My family consisted of, my Mother (Edith), her Mother (Leith) and my uncle(Jesse). Both of my grandfathers died before I was born and a sister of my Mother's as well. Until my father got out of the army, I guess it worked ok. When he returned and the family started growing, space and personal space must have been a problem. Don't know, I was still trying to climb the big tree out front.

There was at least one trip to see the northern folks, perhaps more. There are pictures, but no memories attached.

Here is a jumbled list with no sequence and as much explanation as possible.

Pump house. We had one, it was on do not play list. Fresh water was pretty important and they didn't want a 1,2,3 year old doing alterations.

Barn, one of those too. With chickens. Jesse practiced his golf swing against the doors...they out-lasted his golf.

I was given three chicks to raise...and slaughter. Food and learning about the realities of life also deemed important.

Big front porch to sit during storms.

Fireplace, where Grandma would stand with back of skirt lifted...getting warm!

Country ham, biscuits and honey, corn on the cob, grits okra, Lima beans...ok NO Lima beans!

School, first grade teacher told Mother that I was never going to learn to read! Never have thought highly of teacher's remarks since. Sorry girls! 

Black penny licorice on the walk home.

Honeysuckle by the creek.

I liked bugs...you can learn.

Steam engine broken down on tracks two /three doors up the road.

NO Lima beans!!

Army background comes in handy for Max (dad), fixing my fingers after I sliced an apple to the bone(s), mine...four fingers worth. Oh, my sister's head needed some assistance after I hit her with a rake...kids!

Then we started the family Odyssey, the first of many moves.

To be continued...