We ARE old...... plus houses and funeral homes!

 The Wagon

These wagons are from the web. I cannot remember if Mr. Robinson's wagon tires were steel rim or rubber. At that time many did have rubber because most of our streets were paved.

For today:

AL, (AL & Judy from Milbridge, ME) was talking to his granddaughter when he said, “When I get old I might go fishing.”

She looked up at him and said, “But Grandpa, YOU ARE OLD!”

Since hearing that my girl has used that line many times. LOL WE know several people now in their 90s. Sherry just celebrated her 85^th I will soon celebrate my 84^th, if God wills. Both are in very good health (for the shape we are in… LOL) So yeah, we are old and know it…..

Dad moved us to Belmont, NC in 1954. Mr. Robinson lived across the street. He was the last person in Belmont to have and use a horse and wagon. Much history is attached to that piece of land. A small home and a small barn. He drove out waving many mornings before I headed out to school.

(The above was the funeral home in the 40s & 50s, now a home)

Down the road a few hundred feet was a funeral home, the manager was Fat Myers. Yes that was the name he was known by all over Belmont. After Mr. Robinson passed, Fat bought the house and barn, tore them down and built a very nice brick home, nicely landscaped.

(Remember this was in the 50s.  This was one of the nicer homes in Belmont)

Fat was a likeable man, well respected. His end was sad. He spent one night in that new home, and that was in a casket during his wake.

Mrs. Myers became an insurance agent and worked out of that home for many years. I was in the house once to buy my first car insurance policy.

As fate would have it I bought that house many years later without looking inside. We did a complete remodel and sold it to a young Robinson family. I am not sure if they were kin to the original Horse and wagon Robinson or not. I should have asked.

I know some of you live close to Amish people and see horse and buggies. We have traveled much in Amish country.  Buggies are for traveling, the wagon is a work vehicle.

Once Mr. Robinson passed there was never again a working horse in Belmont. When Fat was building that beautiful brick home, at 16 yrs of age I never thought I would one day own it for a while.

Do you remember any horse and wagon other than the Amish?

Would you live in a home that was previously a Funeral Home?

Nite Shipslog

PS: Sheila said in her comment that Sherry & I reminded her of this song by Conway Twitty.  We did have tears,  as we listened…..  Thanks Sheila, I bet most times I come to bloggerville I think of your mom, ‘Jean of Opp!’ Some folk are ‘unforgettable!’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7n1C6dUwPfA

Once camping in NC/GA we got to see/hear Conway at a County Fair. But that was long before we became OLD….  ;-)