My first memories are in Shelby, NC where my dad was a pastor. If course I did not know what a pastor was. I had two brothers and two sisters. There was a sister between Shirl and Kat, but she died as an infant. There was a boy born after me, but he saw me and preferred not to stay on this earth. He departed as an infant. So I was stuck with all these OLDER PEOPLE to raise.
What I remember most was we were at war. My two brothers were gone and a flag with two stars in the window took their place. I can remember the outhouse being up a little hill but close to the back porch. Dad installed indoor plumbing there because I remember my older brother threatened to flush me down the commode.
I remember leaning out a window to watch Tom, the cat, play with a mouse he had caught. I watched for a long time. I thought the mouse was going to get away. Later I learned the mouse did not have a chance. He was doomed from the time Tom got his paws on him.
I can remember the blackouts, when every light in the town was turned off or covered up. WE had Black out shades over the windows. (Nobody saw silhouettes on the shades during that time!) I would sneak into the yard with my wooden rifle and be ready to shoot down any Jap or Nazi place that came near my house. At three and four that was an exciting time for me.
There was a ventriloquist up the road who entertained kids for the fun of it. I think he might have been professional, but to me he was good.
(All the time I was in Shelby, Sherry was waiting forty miles to the East, for me to grow up and get to Belmont.)
Thanks for coming by the history channel. I am celebrating our Anniversary Month.