He was a very funny man and watched over me and my buddies!
State troopers were at his house at all times as he was friends with several of them.
He would let us know and made sure we were on our best behavior.
He had nicknames for everyone and he called my younger brother “JUICE”!
He broke both arms at different times and they were crooked – but could he play golf and hit that ball!
He was a 300-yard driver back in the ’70s!
He had a one-stroke handicap –
he knocked his front tooth out by twirling a dog leash until it came around his head
and smacked that tooth!
He was riding my bike – he was too small for it and his foot slipped and he had a rupture –
He played football and basketball and went onto college and kicked field goals.
He was always doing something!
It was part of my playground growing up – but I had to be extra careful –
always look both ways before crossing the main street!
I had neighborhood friends on both sides of that North Main Street.
There were a lot of kids when I was growing up there.
A lot of memories sitting on the lawn in front of the church –
a lot of KICK THE CAN game and HIDE and SEEK were done there!
We would walk some two miles to this place – they had the best soft ice cream!
We also would go and buy their burgers and fries!
Today – whenever I visit back home – we pass it and the memories after all those years come back!
The ELDRED TASTEE FREEZE – often think I should stop for old times!
Growing up – I rode my bike everywhere – to the park to play baseball or football – the tennis courts and the dances that were held there –
The Town Team men’s baseball team and my dad as manager.
The carnivals in the park –
The parades and celebrations – the crowds of people and sleeping out and roaming the streets.
ELDRED was a small town where everybody knew your name!
Thanks for reading – PAPA’S WORLD – my life as a young person – in a small town.
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