| Memories of..... my first bus ride to school, how my friend, Marcus Comer hated it so bad, he stepped all over his uncles hat getting on the bus. (Which was bus no. 15). |
| Memories of.....playing basketball on the lot between mine and Marcus' house until dark or until our Moms would call us in for dinner. |
| Memories of.....playing football in the front yard of Jeffrey and Mark Hewitts' house and going home worn out and still having homework to do. |
| Memories of.....playing marbles on the playground at LJ Bell School and shooting them into cans and/or boxes for keeps. Until our principal JC Mulkey put a stop to it. |
| Memories of.....waiting on the school bus at the tin school bus stop in front of Woody, Jerry and Jenny Sue Jenkins house in our neighborhood. |
| Memories of.....going to the Beverly Hills sub divn in the winter and sliding down those steep hills in cardboard boxes. |
| Memories of.....going to the above sub divn when it was just starting to be built & throwing nails down the vents as a protest because we didn't want our stomping grounds disturbed. |
| Memories of.....when my Dad bought us a pony named Trigger and all the neighborhood enjoyed riding him. |
| Memories of.....riding on the buggy behind Trigger going down through the woods behind Woody Jenkins house and he would take the curves so sharp, the buggy would turn over and we would have to chase him down. |
| Memories of.....Jenny Sue Jenkins riding Trigger one time when he was going through the Heavner's yard and she had to duck to escape being knocked off by a clothesline. |
| Memories of.....building a tunnel in the woods behind our house on Ellerbe Rd and we would smoke either Indian cigars or cigarettes we had smuggled from Grandpa Heavner. (Camels and Lucky Strikes at that!) |
| Memories of.....how Murphy Comer and I fell in the pig pen in the woods behind our house after trying to walk across it on a board. |
| Memories of.....Dad and other men at Pee Dee Pentecostal Holiness Church would take the boys to camp out up around Carthage. Our club at church was simply called the Boys Club. |
| Memories of.....going ice skating in the winter behind our house. There was a swamp there that would freeze to 4 inches and made a perfect place for us boys to try out our sking skills. Of course, a lot of times we would fall through and have to go get dried out. |
| Memories of.....picking blackberries and plums with Mom and Grandma Heavner so they could make us some great cobblers for dessert. |
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| So, as the Train of Life keeps chugging along, this is the first written page of my Childhood Memories of.... Rockingham Remembered. |
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