AUTHOR SUNDAY: To Grandmother’s house we go – this story will take you back to visits with Grandparents!
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Great childhood memories, where in Pinson?
And is anything still there? Who were your grandparents?
I grew up in Calera. ,I relate
Lucy Jackson, I also grew up in Calera in 40’s and 50’s
I just read this wonderful account of growing up in Alabama. We too swam in Turkey Creek in the 40’s. We lived in Trussville. My Mother would take my brother and me, along with our neighbors, Mrs. Lawson and two of her children, and we would have a picnic. Our Mothers couldn’t swim so we would put them on truck innertubes and float them around. I remember there were petrified logs on the sandy bottom of the creek. It was like a fairy land. What a wonderful time and place to be a child.
My mother taught at the Alabama School for the Deaf. She often spoke of the children who lost their hearing due to diseases. I’m so thankful that we have vaccinations to prevent many of those diseases now! Did you learn to sign?
My Aunt Glennice Hicks used to teach at Talledega at the School for the Deaf. I’ll bet she taught your brother!
my gm always came to visit via the bus
Went to visit my grandparents in Decatur on the bus every summer!!!
Loved this wonderful story……..especially this time of year. Thanks Donna Causey.
Brings back a lot of memories from my early childhood. We went by bus or train to visit my
grandparents. Going to Birmingham by bus for a day in town was a great treat to us children.
I loved this but the thing I loved the most is he said we were able or we got to do chores, not we had to or were made to. That was beautiful to me and tells me that the author actually loved his childhood.
I rode on Greyhound buses to see my dad and grandma . Most of my family lived in Akron Alabama. Such beautiful memories
I used to go on Granny trips to Pinson as a child. We got to ride in a car but I remember seeing the “michelon” man and this big sign of a dog with a moving tongue eating its food as we rode through Bham. That was our cue that it was just a while longer to get to Grannys. We played with our cousins in the pine thicket, went to see my uncle’s baby goats. Memories that stand out are my grandpa’s Prince Albert cans of tobacco and watching him roll his cigarettes, the creepy ‘storm pit’ that was. a necessity to my weather fearing Granny, swimming at the Blue Hole, etc
I think I may even be distantly related to this author as I know we have some Whites from out there in our tree. It was a fun to visit Granny.
Walk down memory lane…TY!!
MY WIFE GREW UP IN BIRMINGHAM, AL , HER NAME IS BETTY EASTER CLARK, SHE , HER MOTHER & SISTER WENT FROM BI’R INGHAM TO AMORY, MS TO VISIT HER GRAND PARENTS, MR JOHNY RITTER & MS ZORA RITTER, WHO LIVED JUST NORTH OF DOWN TOWN, MR RITTER HAD A MILL THERE & MADE CORN MEAL. (BELIEVE THE TRAIN FROM BHAM TO AMORY WAS NAMED SUNNYLAND) ON THE FRISCO RAILROAD.