Family photo

This is a photo, from 1952
. The a Occasion is, Our annual Pot luck and gathering of family and friends.

Family and close friends setting on the front porch of my grand parent’s home
A swing is at one end of the front porch where my Mother and her two sisters, Aunt Louise, and Aunt Ruth are snugged into. Ten white rocking chairs are lined up across the the remainder of the porch, where Big Daddy and Big Mama are seated, along with more of the senior folks. The younger adults are setting on the three-foot white banister that surrounds the porch. There are six steps, five feet wide, leading up to the porch, where me and my seven cousins are setting, and wearing big smiles, especially me .
My parent’s moved us from Birmingham when I was five, and they built a house on my grand parent’s farm land. I hated living in the country, because the only times I had play-mates was when my cousins came to visit, and when I went to school, it seemed to me that, everyone, but me, lived in town, which was two miles away.
Two of my cousins were fourteen and thirteen, and I was twelve. I saw them as being sophisticated, they talked about things I knew nothing of, like the latest new fashions, movie stars, the cute boys, in their school, that they had a crush on, and we would giggle a lot.. I didn’t get to go to very many movies, I wasn’t allowed to walk to town by myself. About once a month I would spend the night with my cousin in town, and we would go to the movies.
I loved having company, ou private road was two miles and we were the people who lived on it. If I heard a car coming down the road, I would get really excited. I even got excited when the Jewel Tea mad came to our house, and the Insurance man made house calls once a month, of course; they always stayed for a southern chat and a glass of ice tea.
My Mother’s firm rule was, I must be quiet, and I wanted to ask them questions about what their world was like. I can’t remember ever fitting into that world that children should be seen and not heard.
I couldn’t wait to grow up and move back to the big city. I missed the cars, and the ice cream guy going pass our house every day, walking out to the side walk and buying a nickel cup of ice cream. Dressing up and riding the street cars down town to shop at the big fancy stores. The only time we dressed up in the country was to go to church, school and to town, which wasn’t very often. During the summer we ran around barefoot, playing out doors and getting dirty.

About Betty Jo

I am a retired wife, Mother, real estate agent and a volunteer at the Food pantry Newport, Oregon. I grew up in the south and married an Eskimo form Alaska. I started to write about our awesome journey, three years ago. My gold is to write a memoir about our forty- seven year journey together. I am excited to begin this writing class.
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