Remember when our Playmate Paula, always found a mystery!

1956 Rambler, yeah the seats laid back!

Sister Shirl volunteers at the Belmont Historical Society.  She was sent a picture that has caused a small stir because some say it is mislabeled. At first glance, I am sure the label is right, but I did not come to Belmont until 1954. Most of Sherry’s growing years were on the Imperial Mill Village. The Imperial mill sat atop  a big hill. You could look across the railroad tracks and see the Chronicle Mill, and part of its village.

Sherry and her mother walked by both mills on their way to church. I learned the path once when I lost my driver’s license and had to walk over to see her(Actually I ran over and floated home). It wasn’t far, but leaving her house, and being in love, I floated on air down the hill and up by the Imperial, then across the rail road tracks and by the Chronicle.  By the time I got to the Chronicle I was back down to earth and walked the other half mile normally. LOL. 

This is the blow up of the steeple on the right center, just before the lady staking her cow to graze.

(Funny how mysteries bring up the past. I walked just to the left of the above picture leaving Sherry’s house, just a month or so before I joined the USMC.)

If that is the Park St. Methodist steeple in the back ground the mystery is solved, it is the Chronicle. I have written the Church and sent the photos to see if they can ID their ‘old’ steeple. That church no longer stands there.

If this is the Chronicle Sherry’s Aunt Goldie lived in one of these mill houses.  I also sent the pictures to Candy, Johnny’s Daughter, so John can look at them.

(Sherry in front of the Imperial being  razed. I figure that picture in question was taken from about that telephone pole on top of the hill looking about the same angle as this picture. over the hill to the Chronicle)

(While we were there I was showing Sherry how I ran (floated) up this hill after kissing her good night, I was 16)

This brings back a lot of memories of a wonderful time in our lives. Once I was driving daddy’s car and was showing off in front of her house and dropped the clutch and tore out daddy’s drive shaft. (Not Funny). 

In front of the same house at another time, in the Rambler of dads, Sherry found out the seats would lay back, She was  smooching and kissing, when there was a knock on the window. I looked up and it was Sherry’s mama in her night gown. She said ‘SIT UP IN THAT CAR!’ Embarrassed me, I never let Sherry do that again. LOL

Thanks for reading this stuff.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

—Ellen Parr

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This is the girl, and that is the Rambler.