The Nelsons..
Huffman dust in a poor boy's nose......Wondering where the freight train goes.
Working in the field was a killin my back .....Cursing the strap on my cotton sack...
8-1-30 - born in
Huffman.... My memories of our home in Huffman are things like getting
electricity to our house and not having to light those kerosene or as
we called them coal oil lamps.. Taking a bath in a wash tub, going to
Blytheville for a hamburger and watching the bottles of money on a belt
going to the upstairs office. ...The building a new barn and making tunnels
through the bales of hay in the barn loft. I was in charge of steering
the old Chevrolet flat bed truck throught the hay field while bales of
hay were being loaded..... There was this cute girl across the field Virginia.!
Her dad kept a close eye on her. ......The car horn going off in the middle
of the night when ole man peppers packard horn blowed until he could get
it stopped .... The big pile of sawdust in front of the Peppers house
from their sawmill...... The walks to George Perry's store holding to
the hand of Aunt Mary Cruse...... Going fishing with Othell and cooking
the fish on the banks of the mississippi river. .....Falling out of a
pecan tree and the waking up in the hospital in Blytheville....... Walking
home with a bunch of kids after school. .....Swimming in the Mississippi
and our vacations to Alabama...... Riding on a load of cotton. ...Hearing
the gravel crack under the wagon wheels as the mules pulled the big load
of cotton...and ahhh the smell of the cotton was so good. ....The first
car I remember us having was a used 1936 Ford sedan.
before electricty to be continued.
Rachel...I
remember Huffman.09-19-04- Things I remember as a kid growing-up: Me and
the chicken's following behind daddy as he plowed up the ground with an
old turning plow gettng ready to plant cotton and corn or the garden,
and we had some fat chicken's because they ate the worm's dad plowed up.
I was one of the nosy lil kritters thar was alway's getting into trouble.
:I found a big bucket of tar in the car shed guess I was gonna make me
a batch of make-believe buscuits ( wonder how mom got all that tar off
my hands? ) Then I found a sack of poison that they put on tator -bugs.
I guess I was dusten my chest because I had blisters all over my chest.
I still have the scars ! Mom put a few blisters on my rump! ..... FUN-TIME-was
climbing up cyperess trees and sliding down a rope or doing acrobatic's
in the hay loft.....first time Iremember being embarrised was the first
day at school. Mom fixed me up a bottle of milk in a whiskey bottle to
drink with my buscuit & meat. : Thats all folks until next time loving
hillbilly big sis
09-21-04-......another report from ol hillbilly sis......... so, lets start with mom,the first thing she did in the morning was get dressed,fire up the old wood cook stove and start cooking alway's whistling. she would make buscuits in a big oblong wooden bowl, fried meat,hard cooked eggs if we were lucky to have any,or fresh milk gravy but,best of all was red-eye gravy, blue bucket of rex jelly or sorgam..... our fun time was walking on stilts, or chasing a wheel with a long stick with a hook on the end....or walking on a drum barrel sometimes with some one in it! then there was the cotton patch! if you seen a big pile of cotton in your row you better leave it along.no one is helping you get your quota..... until next time .....hillbilly sis
Margie... I remember Huffman (coming soon)
.Buddy's
Memories of Huffman-Riding bareback on Pinto, fell off a few times. Ol'Shep
following me around. Had it not been for Ol' Shep, I surely would have been
snake bitten. I'd sit on a toe-sack and Shep would grasp the sack in her
teeth and pull. She took me for several rides. I remember when Guin hooked
a goat to my little red wagon so I could go for a ride. He lost control
of the goat....it took off running and went through a fence (barbed wire
on top, hog wire on bottom)....goat made it through the fence....I didn't.
Guin also hooked Mama's Maytag washing machine motor up on my wagon. Mama
never knew about that or she would have had a fit. I remember walking to
school, no matter what the weather. And that little school house which had
3 grades (combined) on one side, and 3 on the other. I remember my teacher,
Miss Perry. She was a good teacher. Then there was the time Daddy and Charley
Nelson were leaving in Daddy's old flatbed ½ ton truck. Mama told me to
tag along and see where they were going. I jumped on the back (sure was
cold back there) and was almost to the state line when Charley (as he was
passing the bottle) happened to see my head pop up. I was glad he noticed....I
was freezing. They were on their way to Missouri, so I got to go on with
them since they had already gotten that far. I asked them what they were
drinking....Daddy said it was brake fluid. I remember what I thought was
a shirt falling out of the pecan tree. Turned out, Raymon was in it! He
sure was a lucky fella to survive that fall.Robert L.- September 15, 1876 to January 1, 1967 - Sleetie -September 10, 1892 to December 16, 1972
This year Robert L. would have been 128 years old...and...Sleetie would have been 102. September should be proclaimed Nelson Month since both were born in September...
Holcomb Missouri.
The move to Holcomb around 1944 / 1945 shattered my life.... I missed my friends, Jiggs and Merle Page, Clyde Perkins and Charles Huffman... I thought I would never make another friend for the rest of my life.