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Walking Down Memory Lane



Copyright 2017 William T Gillion, Sr.

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Table of Contents



Prologue

Chapter 1 - We Were a Moving Family

Chapter 2 - My First Job

Chapter 3 - I Joined The Army National Guard

Chapter 4 - I Met The Love of My Life - And Married Her

Chapter 5 - Moving Again

Chapter 6 - My Time As A Radio Announcer

Chapter 7 - A New Job in Abbeville, SC

Chapter 8 - Pastor First Church in Hartsville, SC

Chapter 9 - Saluda, SC our Last Move

Chapter 10 - Television Sales Service and Shop Owner

Chapter 11 - Insurance Broker and Office Owner

Chapter 12 - Royal Rangers

Chapter 13 - My Son Joined The Army National Guard

Chapter 14 - Licensed Real Estate Office Owner and Broker-in-Charge

Chapter 15 - The Day The Church Choir Stopped Singing

About the Author

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Prologue

Walking Down Memory Lane

By: William T Gillion, Sr.



I was born to the Johnnie William Gillion, Jr. and Nettie Leopard family.

I was the baby in a family of five (5) children. There were four (4) Males and one (Female). Their names in order were: James Wiley, Johnnie Edward, Curtis Eugene, Betty Lee and William Thomas (Billy) Gillion, Sr. My three older brothers were born in Saluda County, SC and my sister was born in Greenwood County, SC.

I always joked with my family that they were ashamed of me so they moved to Chester long enough for me to be born. My Father was out of work and found a job in Chester and my family move to be close to the job.

Just after I was born, my Aunt Estelle Butler came to see the new baby and went back home and told my grandmother (Granny Betty) Betty Leopard Griffith, that the new baby was the ugliest child she had ever seen.

I had several of the childhood diseases that most children have, but mine came all at the same time.

In my early childhood days we were a family that moved many times for several reasons. I remember that at one time we would move every three months. At the end of three months you knew to go ahead and pack because we were about to move some where. Later in life we would talk about all our moves and Dad would speak up and say, “The funny thing about all of our moves was that we missed a lot of "good moves".

My memory is not clear about our moves from birth to around 5 years old, but, around 5 years old I remember moving to Greenwood County, SC.

Chapter1 We Were A Moving Family

Pine Grove School

I remember that we moved across the road from Pine Grove School at Blakedale, Greenwood County, SC. I was to young to go to school at that time and many times my mother and dad would be gone and at lunch time I would go across the road to the school house and they would allow me to go into the lunch room and eat lunch with them.

We would make most of our toys such as rolling tires, kicking tin cans until we were caught kicking the can with our shoes on and when we kicked them bare footed it would make our feet sore and many of our toys were made of wood. We would take scrap one by four lumber and make many things out of it. We would go down into the woods and climb small hard wood trees and swing them back and forth and had much fun. One day some friends of ours came over to play with us and we went down into a pine thicket and our friends climbed the pine trees and started swinging them. The pine trees would break if you bent them to much while swinging. We had made some toy pistols out of the scrap lumber and my brother told one of our friends that he would shoot him out of the tree if he did not come down. Our friend said, "Go ahead and start shooting." and about that time my brother pointed the toy pistol at him and he said, “bang,” and the top broke out of the tree and he fell to the ground as if he had really been shot.

While we were living there my brother and I were playing a game and my brother lay on his back with his feet up in the air and I sat down on his feet. When he propelled me through the air, I fell on my arm and broke both bones in my right arm. The memory of the broken bones has stayed with me all these years.

Bishopville Farm

I remember at the age of five, we moved to Bishopville, SC and leased a farm to do share cropping. When the crops were harvested, we would take the wagon and load it with crops we raised and on one special day we had water melons on the wagon and we had the regular and we had green and white striped. I heard my father joking about the striped water melon and when a customer stopped to buy water melons, I told them what my father had said; “I told them that the striped were mixed with water melon and citron.” Boy, did I get in trouble over repeating the words of my father.

While we lived there, my brothers and I, at night, when my dad, mother and sister would go to town to do their shopping, would go down to the church grave yard with sheets on to greet the night shoppers at the country store next door and one night a boy was riding a bicycle and when we raised up and called to him, he threw the bicycle in the ditch and ran all the way home. I guess he thought he could run faster than he could peddle.

After we moved down there, my Uncle Henry Stryon, the man that raised my father after my grandfather was killed by a tree that fell on him next to Good Hope Baptist Church in Saluda County, SC, moved close to us and we would go to the big lake close to where we lived and we would go to where the creek mouth was and Uncle Henry would get in the water to gravel for fish under the bank and when he found one, he would throw it up on the bank for us to put in the bag. I remember on one occasion we heard him say, "Watch out boys, here comes a snake".

We had a saw mill close to our house and we would go down and get a strip of wood and go to the store and ask for a cigar box and put them together to make a guitar and use rubber bands or strings or anything else we thought would make a sound to make the strings for our guitar. We were always looking for new ideas. One day someone told use about a new "cat gut" that was being used as fishing line and other uses and thought that it might make good strings and that we should try it. We had no idea what this new cat gut was, so, my brothers heard that a neighbor of ours had some cats, so, we went down to visit and asked if she would give us a cat. We did not tell her why we wanted the cat and she did not ask us. I guess she was just glad to get rid of it. She said, “You boys look like pretty good boys and if you will promise to take real good care of it, I will give you one". Well as soon as we reached home, we proceeded to secure our "cat gut", but, I must tell you that it did not work, so, please, do not try the same idea we tried. We did not learn what "cat gut" was until several years later. We were very surprised to learn that it was a nick name for a monofilament plastic line.

Piedmont Street Extension

We moved back to Greenwood, SC on what was known as Piedmont Street Extension before it was renamed. We lived next door to a lady that worked with my mother that witnessed to her about the love of God and the forgiveness of sin. My mother started going to church with our neighbor and gave her heart to God. My father thought it was foolish and did not want any part of church.

During the time we lived at this location, the contractors were building houses on Bolt Street and we came up with a good plan to make money. I don't remember where we got the red wagon. Since we brought a wash tub from the farm, we took our wash tub and filled it with ice and soft drinks and candy, crackers and other snacks and pulled it over to Bolt Street at lunch time and sold our snacks to the workers. When that job ran out, we bought a snow ball cart and bought a block of ice and an ice scraper to fill the snow ball cups and several flavors of snow ball syrup and pushed the cart all over the mill village while we lived there. We were always able to create our own jobs.

I remember my Dad had a shot gun that the end of the barrel had split and Dad had the end of the barrel sawed off. One day my Dad decided to go hunting. He loved to hunt rabbits. I asked if I could go with him and he agreed. Back then he loved to smoke his pipe. We were going down a path and a rabbit jumped up and ran. My Dad had his pipe in his mouth at the time hanging out the right side of his mouth. When he saw the rabbit he threw the shot gun up to his aiming eye and he pushed his pipe up and it covered his aiming eye and he could not see the rabbit. He dropped his shot gun down and the rabbit was still running, so, he raised his shot gun again and the same thing happened again. At that time he knew the rabbit would get away if he didn't shoot soon, so, he shot from the hip and the rabbit started doing summersaults but we took the rabbit home for rabbit stew.

Store in forks of Hwy 25 & 178

We later moved to the forks of Hwy 25 & 178 in Greenwood County, SC and my dad operated the store and we lived in the house behind the store. My mother continued to go to church and carried her children with her. We accepted Jesus Christ into our hearts also and many times we would pray together and dad would walk the floor and wring he's hands, I guess we were praying louder than Dad thought we should be and when a customer would come into the store, Dad would send us a message to stop praying. I think two things were happening. First he was embarrassed and second the Holy Spirit would bring him under conviction of his sins and that was his way of trying to shake the Holy Spirit off.

We had a dog that would come into the store many times and lay down at the opening to go behind the counter. This was an old country store that had a counter all the way down one side of the store and all most across the back. The dog would block the opening and not allow anyone to go behind the counter, without us giving him permission to let them pass.

I remember another time that a man came into the store and asked my dad if he had a telephone and my dad told him that he did. The man asked my dad if he would call his brother for him. My dad agreed to make the call and asked the man what was his brother’s telephone number. The man told my father that he didn't think his brother had a telephone. I guess he thought it did not matter if his brother had a telephone as long as my father had one.

Another time during the winter on a very cold day, we had a heater that was in the middle of the store building and on cold days people would gather around the heater and sit in chairs, on boxes, drink crates and nail kegs (a round wooden barrel) or anything else they could find to sit on. One day a man came in drunk and did not see anything else to sit on, so, he went over to the red hot heater and sat down on it and jumped up asking my dad if he hurt anything. “He said, did I hurt anything, did I hurt anything, if I did, I will pay it.” My dad told him he did not hurt anything unless you hurt yourself. He did not say if he was hurt or not, but he never did do that again.

On another day my Uncle Tom came to see us and he was always talking about going fishing and turtle hunting. On this day a man came in as my uncle was talking about the turtles and he told my uncle he sure would like to try the turtle stew. My uncle promised that the next time he caught some turtles he would bring him a turtle. A few days later my uncle came back and had a big turtle and gave it to the man and told him how to prepare it. He told him to put a stick up at the mouth of the turtle and the turtle would bite the stick and not let it go and all he had to do was pull the stick and he could pull the neck out of the turtle shell and could then chop the head and neck off with an axe.

A few days later, my uncle came back over to see us and the man was there and my uncle asked him how he liked the turtle stew. The man said, "Well I did like you told me to do and after I cut its head off, the head would snap at my chickens and the turtle got up on its tip toes and walked around so proud. I took him and his head down to the creek and threw it back in." He did not know that it takes a while for the turtle to die.

Dad had another customer that owned a saw mill and traded on credit at the store. He would buy items all week and say put it on my account and on Friday evening on his way home he would stop and pay his account in full. He was always faithful to pay his account, but his Sabbath day of worship was from sun down Friday to sun down Saturday. Many times he was late coming home from work and if it was almost sun down, he would blow his horn as he passed to let my father know that it was too late to transact business and that he would be back after he Sabbath Day passed. He was a very good man, but, he honored his God and had explained to my father that some time he could not leave the job in time to stop and pay him on Friday.

One day my brother, Johnnie, was operating the store and he wanted a snack. About that time my sister, Betty, came into the store and my brother asked her to go to the house and put a cube of ice in a biscuit and bring it to him. Well, she stayed longer than he thought she should have stayed and when she finally came back, he asked her where his biscuit was and her answer was "Well there was only one, so, I just ate it." He was not pleased with her answer.

The house we lived in did not have indoor plumbing and we had to use what was known as the "out house". Since we did not have water in the house, we would draw water from the well and fill up the wash tub, (that we brought from the farm), in the morning and let it sit in the sun to be warm enough to bathe in. We started with the oldest and worked down to the youngest. We had 5 children and since I was the youngest and was last in line, I don't know which was the dirtiest, me or the water. That was the same wash tub that we used to sale drinks out of.

One Christmas while we lived there, I received a red flyer wagon and I thought I was rich pulling the wagon around.

While we lived at this location, I went to Utopia School in Greenwood County, SC on Hwy 25 South. I don't remember much about my time there, but I do remember a fight that I had with another boy and it took two teachers to pull us apart. I don't remember what the fight was about.

I remember another very hot day, we were playing at recess time and it was very hot and we needed water and there was an old hand pump in the school yard and we all raced to the pump. The water pooled up at the pump and the school had put an old car door over the mud puddle to stand on to keep our feet dry while we drank our water. On this trip to the pump we were running so fast and the ground was wet, that my feet slid out from under me and my foot slide into the corner of the door and split the side my foot open. I still carry the scar from that accident to remember what running can do to you and to remember my time at Utopia School.

One day we were all at home and Dad decided to smoke his pipe. He looked were he usually kept it and it was not there. He thought one of us children had taken his pipe, so, he called us all in and told us to find his pipe. We looked every where we knew to look but could not find it. By this time my Dad was getting angry and he told us that he was going to beat all of us, if, we did not find his pipe. When we thought all hope was gone and we would pay the consequence, my sister looked up and with tears in her eyes, she told our Dad that he had his pipe in his mouth. At that time, he was so embarrassed that he said, “Anyone that did not have any more sense than that did not need to smoke a pipe.” I don't remember seeing him smoke it again.

One day mom told my dad that they were having a revival at the church where we were attending and she wanted him to go with us. He first said no, but, mom told him to come with us one time and if he did not like it, he would not have to go back. Dad finally agreed to go and during the service the Holy Spirit brought him under conviction and he went to the alter and accepted Jesus Christ into his heart. Soon after that, dad closed the store.

Laurens Hwy

We moved again out on the Laurens Hwy, still in Greenwood County, SC and I went to Quarry School for a short time. I do not remember anything about the school, but I do remember a girl friend that would save me a seat on the bus, if she got on first and I would save her a seat, if I got on first. I don't remember her name, but I do remember that everyone on the bus called us grandma and grandpa. When the time came for us to move, I remember looking out the truck window at my toys because I had to leave most of my toys behind, because Dad said there was no room for them on the moving truck.

Saluda County Farm

We moved to Saluda County, SC on a 78 acre farm and we went to Fairfax School. We walked through the woods most of the way because it was a short cut. We walked about two miles to school and two miles back home. The school had grades one through seven. I was in the 3rd grade and my sister was to be in the 5th grade. She was the only student to be in the 5th grade at that time so the teacher asked mom and dad if she could move my sister up to the 6th grade. There was only one teacher to teach all seven grades and by my sister skipping a grade she would be able to devote more time to the students she would be teaching. We had one teacher and one cook to prepare the meals for us.

During the day, we had snack time about 10:00 AM and most of the time when it rained we had a baked potato and hot chocolate. The baked potato and hot chocolate was the best tasting I have ever eaten, I don't know how she prepared it to taste so good. Not too long ago my first cousin that attended this school asked our cook how she prepared them and she said that she just cooked them. Around 12:00 noon we would eat lunch. It may have been the wood stove she cooked on.

During school while the teacher was teaching other grades, we were the boys that were assigned to cut the wood for the heaters and the wood stove. The girls were assigned to keep water in the school to drink and to use while cooking.

We were playing in the woods one Sunday below our house and I had climbed a tree. My brother came and told me to come down out of the tree and I told him to make me, so, he told me that he would knock me out of the tree, if, I did not come on, so, I said, "Well start knocking." That is when he picked up a rock and threw it at me and it hit me just above the eye and "Yes" I did come out because my eye needed to be bandaged. I still carry a scar from that.

The house we lived in did not have electric power at the time we moved there, so, we only had one kerosene lamp to use for light at night and later dad bought a second lamp. We thought we were in heaven with that much light. I remember sitting in front of the open fire place to have enough light from the fire to do our home work for the next day of school. Dad contacted the power company and asked if they would run power lines to our house. They ran the lines and dad installed wires through the house and connected light sockets with pull chains and we then had lights.

My dad was working the farm during the day and working the third shift in the textile plant in Greenwood, SC at the same time. One morning he was so tired that he fell asleep while driving and his truck turned over into a deep ditch. That is when he made the decision to move back to Greenwood, SC.

500 Bolt Street

We moved back to the mill village 500 Bolt Street and I went to Granola School at South Greenwood, SC. The house had only five rooms. When I started to school I told the teacher that my name was Billy. This school only taught four grades from 1st to 4th. One day while in the forth grade I signed my name as William. The teacher thought she had a new student and asked, "Will William please hold up your hand." When I raised my hand, she said, "Augh Billy, I thought we had a new student." Well when I convinced her that my real name was William, you can realize how much she appreciated having to go back to change all my records before I moved to the next school.

I remember getting a filling bobbin from the cotton mill, that had bad yarn and I called it my black jack and dad came in from work one evening and I told dad to look at my black jack and I began to shake it and the yarn had loosened and the bobbin flew across the room and hit my dad in the head. That is when I learned better than doing that because this is when I learned to eat off the mantle piece for about a week after that.

Stevens Street

When a six room house became available we moved to Stevens Street.

My next school was Blake School and I had my best and prettiest teacher, Mrs. Ballentine. She would tell us, if, we studied and listened to her as she taught the class, if, we finished in time, she would give us fun time. We did many things but one of the things I remember was that she would bring bubble gum and she would allow us to try to blow larger bubbles than her. She was very kind to each of her students and made learning fun. I talked so much about her that one year not to long ago, my wife planned a birthday meal for me at Ryan's Steak House and without me knowing about it, she invited Mrs. Ballentine and it was such a surprise that I acted like a child when she came in. It really made my day.

We lived next door to the Massey family and we have been life time friends ever since.

I remember that I had always wanted a bicycle of my own and I found a trash pile where people would leave their trash and I found old broken bicycles. I collected bicycle parts until I had enough to build my own bicycle. I was putting the finishing touches on it and had put the front wheel on and snubbed the nuts up with my fingers and reached for my wrench and mother called and informed me that this was my last call, so, I went to help her and when I had completed the job for her, I forgot that I had not used the wrench to tighten the bolts on the front wheel.

After I had the bicycle ready to ride, I rode down the street and I saw a group of people standing in the yard and I decided that it was time for them to see my show. I called and got everyone's attention and where the curb was cut down for cars to turn off the street into the drive way, there was a rise that would give my bicycle a lift into the air and as I flew in the air, the wheel that I forgot to tighten dropped out from under me and the bicycle crashed into the ground digging in as it did and added a new stunt that I had not planned on. Boy was I embarrassed. It would not have been quiet as bad, if, I had not called for everyone to watch me.

I remember that we traveled to Saluda to attend Hopewell Congregational Holiness Church, my home church. I remember going when it was freezing and we had a truck. My mother and dad and most of the time my sister would ride in the front where it was warm, but, my brothers and I would sit in the back of the truck freezing and we tried to cover with quilts the best we could, but, the cold weather did not keep us out of church.

While we were living in this location my mother lost her sight and went blind. It was so hard on her because she had to learn to do things from feeling, smelling and touching. When my mother lost her sight, my sister had to take over the house work, cooking, cleaning, washing dishes and washing clothes and the other things mother was doing, plus her school work.

I was talking to someone the other day and some children were talking on their cell phone and I told the man that I was talking to, that today children can talk to people around the world, but, when I was their age we could only talk to people the length of our string. Our phone back then was two tin cans used as our phones and they were connected with a string and that controlled the distant we could talk on our phones. That is the reason I said we could talk the length of our string.

When mother and dad would go to town or some other place, my brothers and I would go snake hunting. I remember one day I found one that was trying to run from me. He got to his hole and was about half way in when I reached him. He wanted to go in and I wanted him to come out. He found a way to lock himself in the hole and we both were not going to give. He held on as I pulled and we were so determined that the pressure was so great that he kept one half and I got the other half. We made many snake hunting trips and had many stories to tell.

Allen Terry was a neighbor of ours that heard us talking about our snake hunting trips and asked if he could come alone with us on the next trip. We agreed for him to join us and he liked it so much that from that day forward he started collecting snakes and other wild animals. He started going to the schools and showing his animals and different snakes and how to tell those that were poisonous and those that were not. He had a favorite skunk that had been fixed to handle without the odor.

He served as a stunt man in a Tarzan movie and wrestled an alligator in place of Tarzan. I was working on a TV one day and he came in and we were talking about electricity and he said that he does not even change out a light bulb. “If, I can’t see it, I don’t bother it.” He said, “You work with the electricity, and I will handle the snakes.” He did that as long as he lived.

“We learned better and gave it up, He never did.”

Dad bought a reel type push mower to cut our grass and a sling blade to cut the weeds that the mower would not cut. I asked dad if I could use the mower to cut grass for other people to make me some money. Dad agreed and I went around the mill village to find work to do. The regular yards paid 50 Cent, the larger yards paid 75 Cent and I had a few yards large enough to charge $1.25. The reel type mower would cut the lower grass but it would just push the weeds over and I would have to go back over the yard to cut all the weeds with the sling blade. I thought I would be rich with the larger yards. If we could not find a job, we would create our own.

Calhoun Falls

Our next move was to Calhoun Falls, SC. We lived on the mill village and we only stayed a little over a month, because we had sulphur water and if it was cold we could tolerate it, but, if it was hot it would make us sick to drink it.

One of the things that stand out with me was that I would visit the railroad tracks and the railroad engineers would allow me to climb up into the train engine with them while they were shifting the car boxes getting them ready for their next run. I have enjoyed those memories all my life.

Clinton, SC

We next moved to Clinton, SC and we moved next door to a minister friend of ours. One day his son and I were playing together and his mother called him for lunch and I went in with him and his father invited me to have lunch with them. I told them that we would be eating soon. His father said, "Come on and eat with us, we are having white ham." Later that day I asked his son, "What is white ham?" He said, "Ah, It is nothing but fat back."

We loved Saturdays because a friend of mine from school would get permission from his parents for us to come to their house to watch cartoons on their TV. We had never had a TV and this was a special treat for us.

One very hot day some friends from school told me that their grandfather had dammed up a creek and made a wash hole for them and had given them permission to invite me over to swim in their wash hole. They told me that they had checked to make sure it was safe to just jump in and I trusted them, so, I jumped in and learned that the water was coming from five springs and was as cold as ice. It almost took my breath away from me and I thought they would never stop laughing at me. I never went to swim with them in their wash hole again.

I attended a church while we lived there and they had a stand up bass fiddle. I almost could not reach high enough to cord it but I sure enjoyed playing it.

My dad was a minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ, he and his friend erected a gospel tent and one night during the revival, a drunk man, so drunk that he staggered in under the tent and wanted to talk with dad and dad told him to have a seat and he would talk to him after while. Well, the man did wait and as soon as the service was over, dad gave the alter call and the man came forward and gave his heart to God and left the service totally sober. God had forgiven him of his sins and sobered him up at the same time.

While we were there, I finished the seventh grade in school and graduated. The boys were to wear white shirts, black ties and black pants. I thought I was something in my new clothes.

Joanna, SC

We next moved to Joanna, SC and the gospel tent was erected there and a church was established. We lived close to our cousin and his family. They were a large family and did not have water at the house, so, all the children including me when I was over there, would take two buckets, one in each hand, some buckets larger for the older children and the others smaller for the smaller children according to the size of the child and go down to a water spring beside a creek which was more that a half mile each way to have water for the family to use. With a large family it took a lot of water.

My grandmother's daughter, my mother's sister had moved out of the house they had built, into a new house that they had built which was larger and my grandmother moved into her daughter's house and we then moved into her old house which was located in Saluda County, SC.

Back to Saluda, SC

I started to school that year in the eighth grade. I had always been an A-B student but in this school I was failing my grade. We would move from class to class and the teachers would meet us when we entered the room and assign us work to do while we were in the class room and home work to do at home and then they would leave out of the class not to be seen until the next day. The teachers would give us a test every Friday and it was up to us to pass or fail, it did not matter to the teachers. My dad was always working and my mother was blind and I was the last child left at home because the other children had married and left home. I had no one to help me and since the teachers did not stay in the class room to explain the work, I was failing the class.

My sister married while we lived there and all the house work was turned over to me. My sister and her new husband moved in with his mother and he was working on the second shift from 4:00 PM to 12:00 Midnight. They would always leave the screen door unlatched so he could use his key to open the door and not have to wake them up, but, on this night they had latched the screen door and he could not use his key, so, he went around to the window at my sisters bedroom and called her to get up and let him in, so, he would not wake up the whole house, so, she gets out of the bed and raises the window and goes back to bed. They tried to keep the screen door unlatched after that.

This is when I told my dad that I needed to stop school and stay at home and take care of mom, because I was wasting my time in school, because, I would not pass my grade anyway. I was 13 years old at the time.

My oldest brother was in the Army and since mother could not see to write to him, she would tell me what to say and I would write the letters for her. I wrote so many letters that I memorized his military serial number and even today, I remember his number better than I know my own.

About two years, 1992, before he passed, he needed to go to the veteran’s hospital, but, he could not remember his serial number and they turned him away. When I asked what had happened, they told me that he had forgotten his number. I wrote it down from memory and he went back to the hospital and was admitted.

Another time, when he passed, the funeral home needed his serial number to order his marker for his grave and his wife did not know his number. I asked the funeral director what the hold up was on his plaque and he told me his wife had given him the wrong number. Again from my memory I was able to give the number to him and in a few days the plaque arrived.



Chapter 2 My First Job

Store at Kirksey, SC

After leaving school my dad decided that I needed a job, so, we moved into a house with a store building built on the front, at Kirksey, Greenwood County, SC. I operated the store and cleaned house and cooked and took care of mom. My pay for operating the store was a bar of candy or a soft drink each day but not both at the same time.

When I turned 14, I passed the test to receive my driver’s license and dad bought an old panel truck and I traveled over Greenwood, McCormick, Saluda and Edgefield Counties picking up and delivering laundry and dry cleaning. My pay for operating the truck was $3.00 per week. I worked in the store and operated the truck and clothing cleaning business. I did that until I turned 15.

While driving the truck, my Guardian Angels had to work over time to protect me.

On one run it had been raining and I turned to check were my next stop was and it had been raining and the front wheel dropped off the road and I snatched the steering wheel to bring me back on the road and since the road was wet, the truck turned side ways on the road and was sliding down the road side ways. My guardian Angels took over the driving and protected me.

On another run, the brakes went out and I had to drive with no brakes. I decided to drive though the country roads so that there would not be so much traffic. Things were going very good. I was driving slowly, but, as I came around a curve near a dairy farm, they were moving the cattle to another pasture and the road was full of cows and the road was so narrow I did not have any where to go except to stop. I began to shift the gears down to stop, but, by the time I came to a stop, my wheels were bumping the legs of the cows. Again my Guardian Angels had to work over time that day.

Well, I made it home O.K., but, then my dad told me to be very careful and take the truck to the garage to be repaired. That sounded simple enough, but, as I was getting ready to turn off the main road to the repair shop, a car stopped in front of me and I could not gear it down fast enough. The man was stopped but I could not get stopped in time so I bumped into the back of his car. He jumped out of his car and ran back to see if I had done any damage to his car. He said "Well the car looks O.K., but did you not see my arm signal that I was going to turn." I said, "Yes sir I saw it, but that is a good way to get it knocked off." All he did was laugh at what I had said and said "Well I guess you are right." My Guardian Angels were working over time again. If he had known that I did not have any brakes, I probably would still be in Jail.

During my runs, my route took me past the Bold Springs school house and if I was there at the right time, there would be some girls at the flag pole. There was one very beautiful girl that I would always look for. I did not know who she was, but, I would try to time my trip at the time I thought she would be there. Nothing happened at the time but later we met and we fell in love and married. At the time of this writing, we have been married over 60 years.


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