"you May Be Country If"

[Toadie]

We can't forget about a few others as well.. There is Del McCoury, Doc Watson and Mac Wiseman.. Eating green persimmons and getting sick, or getting to go to town every once in a while was a big deal and the family all packed up because it was like a vacation.

Getting on a green broke mule to lern it wasn't really green broke and when you had a penny jar in the pantry that had more wheaties in it than Lincolns.

[norris]

Toadie;
I was raised up in Greenville Texas, in Hunt Co. Actually in Penial,a little town outside Greenville, but has sense been taken in by Greenville. When I got older I lived on Lake Tawakoni in Cherokee Cove. Lake Tawakoni was fead by The Sabine River, and Caddo Creek. ( Welfare Creek ) I mention in an early thread about going to the ice house for ice to make home made ice cream. Me & my Brother would take turns ( one sitting on the ice cream maker, while the other one turned the crank ) Turning the crank, until it got too hard to turn, and then my Dad would finish cranking till it was done. We'd also get enough ice, and put a Black Diamond watermelon in a #3 wash tub, and fill it with ice.
Sat. night we'd listen to The Grand Ole Oprey on the stand up Philco Radio, so don't forget Ole Hank, Faron Young, and Cousin Minnie Peral.
We'd go to C.B.'s Hambugers, and get a hambuger, bag of Fritos, and a Co Cola for $.25. If you wanted to take them home, you could get 10 hambugers for $1.00.
Those were the good days.

[PAPPY]

DARN RIGHT those were the good ole day's !

[Patrick]

You may be country, if going to the bathroom in the middle of the night involves, shoes, and a coal-oil lantern.

[Toadie]

Norris,

Greenville is my hometown.. I know where Penial is and know CB's really well. Over off of Wesley. I use to work at Hensons Kickernick in the Truck department.. My father use to work at Boswell's Dairy and my folks were raised around Greenville and Caddo Mills. Dad is from Terrell.

My dad (not my stepfather who passed away in Dec.) used to own a station off of Stonewall Street, later was Director of Public Works and Water and Sewer Superintendent at East Tawakoni for 15 yrs. He had a heart attack back in '87 and surgery in '88. He quit the City, went back to truck driving and finally retired from it. Now he manages the Old Silver Spur for some friends of the family.. Also from the Greenville area.. The Wacaseys.

Myself, I graduated at Emory in 1987. Also worked for a few years at ETSU in Security and for Commerce PD and decided I didn't like law enforcement work and left for Dallas.

Family's surnames are Hobbs, Monk, Penny, Murphy and Perkins. I know the Renfro's, the Martins, the Hortons,the Ishams, the Arringtons ect. Al Horton used to have that mini train over at the Old City Park.

Remember Ernies BBQ?? Out on HWY 34 towards Quinlan?? Or the old Caddo Mills Speedway?? My father use to race there back when Majors Field was still in it's infancy. Or the famous sign.. "Welcome to Greenville, the Blackest Land and ................."??

It is indeed a small small world.

James

[norris]

Toadie;
Really glad you replied to my thread, and yes , it is a very small world.
It is funny that you'd mention that sign over Lee St. It was a sad day when they took it down. No one will ever know what it said, but you, and me.
You mentioned The Wacaseys in Greenville. I am a Wacasey. My Uncle Homer was the J.P. there, then he became Hunt Co. Judge. ( Alittle side story) My Dad was caught in Caddo Mills, bootleging beer from Dallas. The next day, he went before Judge Wacasey (his Uncle) and was fined $10.00, and had his beer confiscated. On Sun. my Dad went to Uncle Homer's house to watch the ball game (he was one of the few in town with a T.V.) He told my Dad to get a beer out of the ice box, and lo, and behold, there was my Dad's beer.
Ernie's BBQ used to be on Lee St. just west of the old Post Office. Another Uncle (Roy Wacasey) had an upholstery, and locksmith shop across the street. His name was writen in the stones across the top of the building.
My Uncle Louis owned the Buick, and Cadillac dealership, and the city bus line.
My Mother worked at Major's Field during WWII in the parts room where they built military planes.
I have some old 8mm movie films of me, and my Brother riding on that train in the Old Cith Park.
I have also spent a lot of Sat. nights in The Silver Spur.
It's really great to hear from you. If you would, please send me a private message, so I can talk to you some more about Greenville, and not boar all the other folks on this thread.
THANKS AGAIN PAPPY, for starting this. Through this thread, I've found a friend, and neighbor that I didn't know about.
Norris Wacasey:

[norris]

Scroll on down...wish I had that Chevy!!

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN...?

All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?

It took five minutes for the TV warm up?



Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school?

Nobody owned a purebred dog?



When a quarter was a decent allowance?

You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had
their hair done every day and wore high heels?




You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped,
without asking, all for free, every time?
And you didn't pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner
at a real restaurant with your parents?

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . ...and they did?



When a 55 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise,
peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?


No one ever asked where the car keys were
because they were always in the car,
in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?


Lying on your back in the grass with your friends
and saying things like, "That cloud looks like a ..."

and playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals
because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once,
you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace,
and share it with the children of today?

When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives,
but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.

Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Send this on to someone who can still remember
Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy,
Howdy Doody and the Peanut Gallery,
the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows,
Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.


As well as summers filled with bike rides, baseball games,
Hula Hoops, bowling and visits to the pool,
and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that"?



I am sharing this with you today
because it ended with a double dog dare to pass it on.
To remember what a double dog dare is, read on.
And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between
old enough to know better and too young to care.

How many of these do you remember?

Candy cigarettes
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
Newsreels before the movie
P.F. Fliers


Telephone numbers with a word prefix....(Raymond 4-601).
Party lines


Peashooters
Howdy Doody
45 RPM records
Green Stamps
Hi-Fi's

Metal ice cubes trays with levers
Mimeograph paper
Beanie and Cecil
Roller-skate keys
Cork pop guns
Drive ins
Studebakers


Washtub wringers
The Fuller Brush Man
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
Tinkertoys
Erector Sets
The Fort Apache Play Set
Lincoln Logs
15 cent McDonald hamburgers


5 cent packs of baseball cards -
with that awful pink slab of bubble gum

Penny candy

35 cent a gallon gasoline
Jiffy Pop popcorn

Do you remember a time when...

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"?
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "Do Over!"?
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?
It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"?
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?
A foot of snow was a dream come true?

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures?
"Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
War was a card game?
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from
their "grown-up" life . . I double-dog-dare-ya!

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[Snakeman_BK]

You may be country if your mama throws the old soup bone out the back door and one of the dogs signals for a fair catch

[journeyoftheanimals]

You may be country if you do not have to go to church because the church comes to you.



I remember stories my Grandma told me about how they would have Sunday church at different houses rotating every Sunday. Also about how country their area used to be and now there are houses everywhere.

[PAPPY]

I remember that well