Carl and Joan Fletcher of Bois D’arc visited with his brother, Billy Fletcher, Saturday evening. Jean Daugherty visited with Billy, Saturday and again Monday.
I made the usual trips to Rocky Ridge at Mansfield and Heart of the Ozarks Healthcare in Ava to play the piano and visit. It is a treat to visit with people who are in their eighties and nineties who have a clear mind. I had introduced myself to one lady who when she heard my name said, “Oh, you are the one that goes here and there playing music.” Then she asked me if I knew Art and Sarah Garrison. Of course I did, but that had been almost seventy years ago. Art and Sarah lived on the farm just west of the house where I was born on the south side of Pilot Knob. We sometimes walked through the woods to visit Art and Sarah on the wheel tracks of an old abandoned road. Art teased Anna and me, but we really liked him.
Art and Sarah had daughters, Hazel and Ruth, that I remember. They were good to me. When Art died , Sarah and the girls moved away. My parents kept in contact with them all through the years.
The first seven years of my life were spent on that sixty acre farm from 1937 to 1944. When I started to school, I had to walk two and a half miles through the woods, past the remnants of the old Pilot Knob School, through Homer Hailey’s pasture, through the barn lot where the Burleson kids lived, out to what is now Highway 14, and then down the road to the Cross Roads School. It was such a long way and during the winter my feet got so cold. My dad had two more little girls and decided in 1944 to move the house about a mile nearer Nubbin Ridge so that we would have an easier time going to school. Art Garrison helped Dad a lot in that move. He let Dad cut two trees that were long enough and straight enough to form beams to put under the house.
That is what happens to me. I visit with the nursing home residents and it brings back all kinds of memories.