Monthly Archives: July 2011

“One advantage that Jackson had over Greenwood was the various shows and productions which came to the Auditorium. Mama took us to hear John Philip Sousa’s band and to the Passion Play and other performances. There were some big parades, … Continue reading →

“Our Christmases in Jackson were still a lot of fun, but never quite the same as those we had had in Greenwood because we were getting older. Tiny was embarrassed because Mary and I still believed in Santa Claus in … Continue reading →

“Soon after we moved to Jackson the stores began advertising yoyos, and everyone had to have one. Daddy took us to Patterson’s Drugstore in the Lamar Life Building where Mama ordered all her drugs, and each of us got one. … Continue reading →

“I took piano lessons for three years, and the only piece I remember was ‘Drifting,’ which I played in my first recital at the teacher’s apartment on North State Street. That teacher had a nervous breakdown (I probably gave it … Continue reading →

  “One summer when Rawa was visiting us, Amos drove us over to Vicksburg to see the Civil War military park. Bama and Mama spent most of the day screaming at Amos to be careful driving around all the steep … Continue reading →

“During the ’30s the craze was endurance contests where people would see if they could set a record for doing something longer than anyone else. They sat on flagpoles for days at a time, or danced for twenty four hours … Continue reading →

“On Sunday afternoons Daddy would take us for a ride, usually on some dusty gravel road which led to Van Winkle or Pocahontas or some other nearby spot. We always got ice cream or a drink, and sometimes he would … Continue reading →

“We went to Calvary Baptist Church in Jackson. When I was nine Mary and I were at church one Sunday when they had an evangelist trying to get more people to join the church. He convinced us that we were … Continue reading →

“Son was such a cute little boy with blonde curls. Daddy finally decided it was time for him to get a haircut, and Mama carried him to Kennington’s where he got a Buster Brown cut with bangs. Every day when … Continue reading →