I was born in Picayune, Miss. a depressing number of years ago. I have a few fleeting memories of the three to five year age. My first hard memories were of living on the old family homestead close to Oloh, Miss which is about halfway between Hattiesburg and Columbia. Our playground was in the swamps which were full of varmints and wild critters.
About the time I started school I had a bout with meningitis, which slowed me down some.
We farmed, picked tung oil nuts, and share harvested, which is you help me and you get a share of the crop.
I suppose by today's standards we were hard put upon, what with no running water, no indoor plumbing, no electricity, and such like that but I never felt deprived. We ate better that I have any time since.
My first really complete memory had to do with the theater, or in the case of Oloh, the lack of a theater.
Since Oloh had no theater, every summer a tent theater would come to town, and it would show a double feature, previews, travel shorts, and such like that. To get to Oloh and the theater we had to walk, going through two small swamps and wooded area the rest of the way. We made the walk one night, and since it was a full moon we could see without artificial light. It was a double feature and one of the movies was Hoppalong Cassidy movie. It had to to do with horses and maybe a gun shot or two.
The other movie, however, was FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLFMAN, after which we had that walk back through those two swamps. My brother, who was older and wiser, would sneak out in the bushes in front of us and jump up making growly sounds. There was more that one wet spot on that path that night.
Posted 12-12-2010 at 06:33 by xdmikey