(Note in the back ground, Parsonage on the left and six feet away was the church)
This is Sherry saying, you finally got here, what took you so long?
To show there were no hard feelings, this is Martha and Sherry.
Boy was this different, huge parsonage. I had my own room, if I could get rid of Shirl, I could have my own bathroom. That was not hard, she was wanting to move to an apartment in Charlotte.. She was grown after all. Soooooo I had ROOM it was nice. I was on the second floor. I could go out the window and climb down the trellised side porch and sneak out at night. I was cool, I thought. One night after I climbed back into the house, I heard, “Jackie,” from downstairs, “There is a sandwich in the stove.” How do mama’s do that? Know stuff they ain’t supposed to know. But I am ahead of myself here.
When we arrived at Belmont, I knew only one person, a pretty girl I had met at Camp Meeting, Martha. At church that Sunday she was not there, but I met Margaret. Guess what? Sherry was not there either, dad had waited too long. She got tired of waiting and was visiting Burlington and dating my ‘GOOD?’ friend Sonny Turner. Shoot!
I met Sherry a week later on Sunday morning. That is, I saw Sherry, she did not even look at me. Like she was not even waiting for me. I was leaving the parsonage heading for church, I was carrying my trumpet. She went up the steps ahead of me. WOW that girl has great legs! (I said to myself) You ask, how did you know about her legs, she had on bobby socks and the dress came down to her ankles? Well folks, that is an age old secret only boys know. We cannot divulge the answer. Anyway naturally I started asking around and was told, “Oh that is Sherry Harris, you can forget her, she is older than you. Her boyfriends have cars and motorcycles.” You can deflate a fourteen year old boy with a statement like that.
I went with Margaret for a year, and then I got my driver’s license. Margaret broke up with me. Dad bought me a 1948 Chevy Convertible to replace her, I guess. Thanks Dad.
I didn’t mention, my best friend’s family left Albemarle and moved to Charlotte. Von Dale actually lived less than five miles from me. WE had a ball. His dad had a 1948 Chevy Fleetline. Tuck had his license and we alternated driving around. WE had a mutual friend, Buddy Sands bury. Buddy lived in Stanley, NC about twelve miles away. He was with us much of the time.
Then came the life changing trip to Chattanooga, TN with Doug Carver, Dale Hartness and Billy Ogden. (Sherry had dated Dale and Billy I believe).
Thanks for coming this way.
The Doctor called Mrs. Cohen saying "Mrs. Cohen your check came back.”
She answered saying "So did my arthritis."