Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Early gamblers, You bet, I betcha
Historic Uptown Theater in San Antonio
When I say RUN!
Sometimes I look back at kids traditions and smile. "Out-of-town-you!" was a game played in my youth.
PICTURE sitting outside the ‘Rathole’ in Valdese with Redeye, Stump and Jim; or outside ‘Crip Goodson’s Shack’ with Woodsy, Newt and Kenneth everyone holding a cold nickel Pepsi or RC, everyone looks at the bottom of the bottle to see what town it is from and someone would say, “I can out-of-town ya!”
Every ‘pop’ bottle had the city name embossed in the glass where it had been made. ALL soft drink bottles were washed and reused. Someone passing thru Atlanta might buy an RC and pay the 2 cent deposit and take the bottle. Then throw it out the window somewhere in another state or trade it in for the next RC.
Many of us boys made spending money going along the roads to pick up bottles and sale them at the local store for 1 or 2 cents each. Every store bought them dirty did not matter. Most bottles around our area had Charlotte, NC embossed on the bottom.
Long before some boys learned the ‘poker face’ someone’s eyes would light up and he would yell, “Bet I can out-of-town you!” No money usually changed hands. BUT there were a few times when the experienced 14 year old would look and his bottle and see Richmond or Atlanta and say, “I bet a nickel I can out-of-town you!.”
Many times the term bet involved no money, it involved only personal pride. Just to prove you could do something.
Some of the first gambling most of us ever did was as kids.
Such as: I betcha I can jump that ditch!
Betcha can’t climb that tree.
Betcha won’t tell your mama that!
I can jump higher than Donald Beale! Don’t bet on it!
Many times I am a ‘nice’ smart Alec. If I can tell by their demeanor that they are fun folk, I will walk up beside an OLD man or woman in a walker and say, “Okay, now when I say run!” …..
I always get a laugh or smile. Or some cute retort such as:
“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up! …. Where were you last week when I had my running shoes on? …. Boy, was that a long time ago! …. or just the shake of a head and ‘I wish!’. One old witty lady said, ‘Okay, hold my walker!’ (As in: hold my beer and watch this!)”
So.... last Sunday morning I sat down beside my girlfriend Joyce Summey in church. (Joyce is probably in her early 90s.) I always get a hug. She had a wonderful husband, and HE had the BEST wife. They were friends of my mom and dad. She requires a walker now. I asked, “Been in any foot races lately?”
Without taking a second her wit took over and she smiled, “Only with snails.” She made my day!
Taken from Millican's Pictorial Museum photos.
That is Dad and Floyd Summey on the back of Theodore Woods flatbed. That year dad gave a pony and bicycle away at a church drawing. The Sunday crowd broke all records in attendance and blocked the street during service.