At last, we are free from politician’s faces on television with their repetitive unattractive ads telling us nothing except their spin on their opponents shortcomings. Very rarely did we listen to one spelling out their platform free from unattainable promises.
Maybe most of us can return to reality and realize that no president can be expected to fix the problems in two years that it has taken many more than ten to get us where we are today.
Oh well that’s just what I was thinking as I began to contemplate what I could write since I haven’t heard from anyone with their news. We are having beautiful autumn weather except for lack of rainfall.
I was happy to read of plenty of rain in other places, but nary a drop in Wasola.
Reading of the chivarees of the Wasola items took me back in time to when being ridden on a rail and dumped into the icy water of Little Creek, or wherever, was part of the invitation into married life. Of course if the groom was alert and on watch he could get a first shot off and not have to go through all this nor have to treat with candy and cigars. Now they usually did however and it turned into a social event. Everything is a little more civilized now and not nearly as much fun, some would say. I do remember those chivarees of by gone days fondly for it was excitement back then. My uncles were the last to participate in that era. They usually took one or two old boys with them into the creek.
Time brings many change, but once upon a time long ago, there was a magic place where there was no need to know what was happening in the big old world. This is the place called Little Creek and is called home to anyone ever born here and is the place all come back to from far afield.
As I remember, while dusting off my memories, Foil was the hub of the whole world to us and even Ava was as far away as the moon. Foil Store was owned and operated as far back as I can recall by Ervin and Alice Terry. It had everything families needed from feed to food and candy. Ervin gave every kid a poke of candy free when each bill was paid and in between pennies were saved for trips to the store where you could buy a large poke full for five cents. My parents traded eggs for supplies and trips with them were big events.
Our church made a trip by Foil on the hayride. Yes, the old store is still standing and the big house where the Terry’s lived. I hear there is to be a wedding there soon. I hope to be there and once again be inside with my memories.
I am indeed partial to old times and Little Creek in Ozark County.
Aaron Tabor spent the weekend with us.
Burr and Ruth visited and cleaned my wood pellet stove and Karen came with supper Greg had cooked and hot rolls Karen made. I cooked squash and had sliced tomatoes Charlie brought for a scrumptious meal.
Well, that’s all for now. Be happy and make someone else happy and God bless.
