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1931 photo of J. C. Mayfield being baptized. From left, Bro. Harvey Edwards, second person unknown, third person is J. C. Mayfield at age 16 years (wearing strip pants, which were borrowed.) Other people are unknown. The location was Thickers Creek, near the present day Hwy. 91, southwest of Hanceville, Alabama.
By: Joe Mayfield
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by Lynn Ruth Miller
December 26, 1999, Jerry Franks got a hole in one. It was an accomplishment he has been working toward since he moved here in 1936, when he was six months old. Franks, 63, was born in San Francisco. As he recalls, his interest in golf did not begin in the city. It was the atmosphere that surrounds the Pacifica Golf Course that molded his attitude toward the game in his infancy. Franks didn’t actually begin playing golf until fifteen years ago, but his life has always revolved around the Sharp Park course.
Corn Drying
Sent in by: Knapper
One of my favorite memories was when my grandmother would dry corn on the stove. She had this square gray container that was as big as the entire top of the stove. She sat it on top of all the burners and filled it with fresh corn cut off the cob. She would stay up late at night drying load after load of corn.
By Jennifer Thompson
It becomes clear how drastically the lifestyles of Americans have changed when asking folks to reminisce about old Route 66. It was a time when so many were becoming mobile and moving into cities across the country. Yet memories revealed a slow pace of life, with family trips and plenty of time to stop at an old diner or spend the night in a roadside motel.
Exclamations:"Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!"
"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit."
"Ahm fixin ta do that"
Threats:"I'll slap you so hard, when you wake up, your clothes will be outta style."
"This'll jar your preserves."
"Don't you be makin' me open a can o' whoop-ass on ya!"
By: Lee Thatcher
Sarsaparilla, (Smilax Officinalis) whose name is derived from Spanish, meaning Thorny. This thorny vine has been used medicinally since at least the late 1500s. In Roman times, the young shoots were eaten, and the vine worn as garlands by the Bacchus festival partygoers.
Some of its uses included a cure for the common cold, a cure for earaches and deafness, and relief from upset stomach. The common saying in the Old West was that sarsaparilla cured anything but a gunshot wound.