For as long as I can remember my family has been scattered. Up until the early 1900 Dad & mom’s families lived and farmed in North Georgia. Mom & Dad married in the early 1920’s and they still farmed. Until the ‘Great Depression’ when they started traveling to find work.
(sample migrants Winter Haven, FL)
They ranged from Hollywood Florida to North Carolina. Dad worked for as a CCC camp they lived in tents. He was a ‘hot-stick’ man, handled dynamite for a few years. Then to the mountains of NC, he and my Uncle Doyle logged for awhile in the Pisgah MT's.
(Old saw mill making RR ties.)
Word came of work in Gaston County, NC. My Dad’s daddy had moved there, so a lot of the family gathered to work the cotton mills, but many family remained Georgia, some stopped on the way to NC in Laurens, SC to set up work or shop.
My dad went into the ministry and he again started moving. Pastoring in 7 cities in NC, in the process leaving my two brothers in Shelby, NC, married and raising families. We moved five more times leaving my sisters as we went. I was the last at home.
There were pilgrimages to see family usually once a year. There were no motels, we just piled in our kin folks house. Sometimes I would get to sleep in a car or on a porch with one of my cousins, where we could stay up as long as we could, talking.
(I believe this was Daddy’s mama’s funeral, I am the cute kid on the left, the other kid is Shirl, lol))
Most of the time the trip was ordered by a death. But as a child that did not matter, it was all a festive occasion to us, and a chance to see cousins we had not seen in awhile. There was always plenty of food. And if it was just a visit, and it was summer, we churned ice cream a rare treat.
WE have had funeral processions for hundreds of miles taking kin back to their home place for burial.
The trips were long for kids, with no Interstates, just local roads. 200-300 miles (no a/c) was a long way back then and mama had to keep the kids busy, singing, counting cows or telling stories. I always loved the trips, Shirl wasn’t always happy with them, she wanted to stay home with her friends (maybe boy friends?)
There were special places like Uncle Irvin’s & Aunt Bert, they owned a service station& general store, CANDY!!! PEPSI’S! And my cousins Bobby & Mildred. We were also double kin.
Things have changed, I miss the family get together’s. But of course most are gone. I still have cousins that visit occasionally, that is still fun.
Thanks for coming by the log.
A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.
The original ‘55 Chrysler 300, she won a lot of races!!!