RE: [jacksongenealogy] Memories
- Hollywood: Mrs. Lena Mae Sanders' maiden name was Phillips. Her brother,
Judson, was a Baptist preacher. Her son is Robert Lee Sanders. He still
lives on their home place. The Phillips farm is next door. They're on the
road to the unfinished Nuclear Plant.
Fackler: The driver of the bus crash was also Beavers. One of the victims
was his nephew, I think. I remember Lloyd and Floyd Beavers, twin brothers,
but I don't remember their relation to these school bus Beavers. I also
have fond memories of the Mutt McGuffey and Wilson stores. Charles Wilson
still runs a truck stop & convenient store at the Fackler Road/Hwy. 72
Mud Creek: I worked many jobs every summer (mostly free labor farmed out to
someone by dad as a favor or payback for their children helping him, etc.)
but one job was on the last Rolling Store that I remember. I'm having a
senior moment and can't remember the husband & wife's first names but
Gibson's store was right across the road from Mud Creek B-B-Que and marina.
Mr. Gibson would take eggs, etc., as payment or would pay cash for farm
crops. He would then sell them to people that would meet him on the side of
the road. We would just stop in the road while customers read him their
list of wants.
Stevenson: Raymond Carter, school bus driver, used to let a couple of us
guys, that he liked, who road the 1st bus, ride with him on the second bus
route sometimes. Before we picked up anyone, he would let us chew and
smoke. Also, if everyone was good on his bus, he would sometimes stop at my
dad's service station or the other station on his route, and let everyone
get off and buy coke/candy (nickel each) and eat it on the bus. He would
buy some and dad would give him some to give those who didn't buy anything.
He would clean everything up but everyone was careful not to make too bad a
mess. Everyone loved Mr. Carter. They would fire him now.
I'm done now.
[mailto:email@example.com] On Behalf Of Sam McDowell
Sent: Friday, April 29, 2005 12:32 PM
Subject: Re: [jacksongenealogy] Memories
I remember Mrs. Phillips well. Johnny McCrary, WA
Haswell and myself used to chew tobacco in her class.
We would make a paper hat which we used as a spittoon,
we made several trips to to waste basket after
spitting in them a couple of times and Mrs. Phillips
nor any of the other students knew what we were
Wasn't Mrs. Vera Maude Holder the sister to Mrs.
Sanders? There was also Mr. Tubbs and a dark haired
lady who taught PE. She was always singing "Down
Town". Do you remember her name?
My most vivid memories were when Govonor Wallace made
a trip to our school. He announced I believe that the
text books would be free to all students. I was so
relieved, being from a large family of 11 children I
no longer had to fear having to quit school.
The next memory is when the schools were integrated.
We only had one black student in our class. He was so
quiet. I felt so sorry for him. I knew how I would
feel if I were him.
There was also a teacher by the name Townsend which I
married Mr Burrough,the principal, after Red Thomas
left. Help me remember...was there a Mr and Mrs
Townsend?? Mrs Townsend may not have married Mr
Burrough. She was the first pregnant lady I remember
and she was working!!
Reading about all the memories prompted me to take a
trip to Rorex Hollow yesterday. It was about a mile
hike around the mountain, but we found the the place
where we used to live. It was all grown up and
nothing left but the broken chimmney and the rocks of
the foundation. This was where we lived when my older
brother started school. He got new clothes and I
could hardley wait until I stated school so I could
get some new clothes. I got a new dress to wear the
first day, but it didn't come from a store it was made
from a feed sack!! I still loved it though because it
had pockets on it.
I started school at Fackler and later moved to
Hollywood. I remember the train-bus accident in
Fackler which claimed 4 lives, and hospitalized
There were Corbetts, Beavers, and McCray children
Who could forget going to Mutt McGuffey's store, or
the large cow bell the teacher rang when recess was
over, playing jump rope and sea sawing, or chewing
bubble gum to see who could blow the biggest bubble?
Ah....to be a kid again!!! Everything is so different
for our grandchildren with all the technology. I
often wonder what their memories will be like. Its
hard to believe theirs will be as good as ours seemed
to be. I wouldn't take a million dollars for my