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Below are some additional old pictures submitted by Bill Wellman of his family and other scenes of Fort Gay from years ago.  There is some duplication from an earlier post, but I doubt if anyone will object to seeing them again.  It was just easier to do it that way.  Descriptions of the pictures are Bill’s.  Thanks again for sending these Bill.  Anyone with pictures you would like placed on the Chronicles, just put them in a jpeg and send them along. 

#1 Old Neg Big Sandy River:  River boats tied up at the landing under the bridge, Ft. Gay side.  The lower left corner of the photo is blurred by the side rail of the bridge in the pathway.  The people in the lower center are on a river boat that is steaming up the river.  Somewhere I have a picture of the boat, prior to this moment, that shows it above the point of merger of the two rivers.  McClure hill is in the upper right of the photo.

#2  Old neg Wellman:  This picture was taken to the south of the Beamer Wellman residence along the Beamer Wellman Hill.  Note the bare hillside behind the buildings.  These boys are likely members of the Wellman and Roberts families.

#3  River under bridge WVa.  This is the same view as #1 but I can’t change sequence now.  This shows the McClure hill clearing better than the first.

 

#4  This is a view of the hills north of the town.  This was taken from the Ky. side of the bridge.  Note the toll house building and a pedestrian walking on the bridge.  The hills opposite the RR Depot and what would later become Water Tank Hill are both mostly denuded of mature trees, except the line at the ridge.

 

#5.  Scan 0002 is a picture of Ruth Hoy, later married Claude Lampert.  The hill in the background is behind the Ft. Gay Hotel.

 

#6.  Ft Gay Hoy Hotel 1924b:  This wasnot in the original document.  I just wanted to show the Gentry shows and wild animal Circus advertisement that was posted at the Ft. Gay Hotel.  Must have been near 1915.  I can’t identify all of the ladies in the photo but my Mom as well as at least three of her sisters and one brother posing there.

 

#7.  My Picture File 492:  This is the Fort Gay Hotel as it appeared in the early 1900, perhaps 1915.

 

#8.  My Picture File 493:  Another view of the Ft. Gay Hotel, just a different view.

 

#9.  My Picture File 807:  A gag shot, my father and his buddy.  Note the young growth on the hillside.

 

#10  My Picture File 834:  Another gag shot at the same location.  Note the siding being installed and the non-uniformity of the crossties.  The rails look good though.

 

#11.  On The Watch:  Buildings across the tracks opposite the RR Depot showing the nearly de-nuded hillside.

 

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GLENNA BROOKE WILEY

(Mar 18, 2011)GLENNA BROOKE WILEY, of Des Moines, Iowa, formerly of Huntington, West Virginia, died on Saturday, March 5, 2011. Funeral services will be conducted 11 a.m. Saturday, March 19, 2011, at Chapman’s Mortuary with Rev. William Haynes Jr. officiating. Burial will follow in Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens. Glenna was the youngest of five children of Eugene and Georgia Wellman of Fort Gay, W.Va. After graduating from high school, she attended St. Mary’s Nursing School in Huntington. In 1955, she married Robert H. Wiley and they settled in Petersburg, Mich., where they lived and raised their family until 1979, at which time Glenna returned to Huntington where she remained until 2007. Practicing as an RN, Glenna enjoyed a long career, specializing to some degree, in psychiatric nursing. Glenna worked at the Regional State Hospital in Huntington, was the Nursing Director for the Veteran’s Home in Huntington and returned to psychiatric nursing at HCA River Park Psychiatric Hospital in Huntington. A member of Beverly Hills United Methodist Church, a past matron and lifetime member of the Order of Eastern Star, and a volunteer for Contact, a crisis hotline, Glenna felt called to the service of those in need. Glenna is survived by a brother, Eugene Wellman of Memphis, Tenn.; three daughters, Rebecca Curley of Petersburg, Mich., Elizabeth Boyd of Highland Park, Ill., Melissa Flowers of Des Moines, Iowa, and six grandchildren, Tyler and Jessie Boyd, Bobbi and Courtney Curley and Sarah and Ben Flowers. Friends may call from 10 a.m. to service time Saturday at the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in memory of Glenna to Barboursville Veteran’s Home in Barboursville, W.Va.

Our sympathies go out to Gene and the remainder of Glenna Brooke’s family.

FORT GAY HIGH SCHOOL ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

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 I received the following from Bill Wellman and it is written as a part of his Fort Gay Memories.  The picture following Ruth Hoy’s picture was not labeled and I am not sure what it is.  It appears to be of a group of Fort Gay lovely ladies visiting a carnival.  Not date is given but as you can see it is early 20th century. 

There will be some additional pictures posted that Bill sent just as soon as I figure out the “moodiness” of my computer.  I hope all enjoy and thanks Bill for sending these.

Note to Fred  Reid:  See if you can identify those ladies standing or sitting in front of the carnival poster. 

  Forestation of the Hills Around Fort Gay

During the past several months I have had an opportunity to review some very old negatives of photos that were found in some of my family belongings from closing out my parent’s home.  In the back of my mind, I kept thinking that the scenes and places that I was seeing in the photos were not really the home town that I had known for many years.  Yes, I was seeing things that I had seen for all the years that I lived there, yet there was something different from what I had seen growing up, something that was not fully disclosed by my casual review, something that I could not put my finger on immediately.  Finally it dawned on me that the scenes of the hills and around town were not the full foliage hills and surroundings to which I was accustomed to seeing, rather there was little or no full growth or adult trees on some of the hills to be seen.

I can’t put the history together that should accompany this story but there are things that I think might have contributed to this condition.  Sometime in the late 1800’s there was a devastating fire that consumed many of the businesses in town.  At the same time, there must have been a drive to harvest and market a lot of timber for building homes and other structures.  The timber flooring on the Fort Gay-Louisa bridge must have been harvested locally around 1904 and building the many bridges for the new N&W line along the turn of the century.  All of these building programs would have required a very intense harvest of local timber producing trees, trees that grew all over the hills surrounding Fort Gay.

By the time I came along and of an age that things such as the hills and fields and things around them caught my attention, there was almost a full reforestation of the countryside.  The west face of McClure hill seems to come to mind now with some timber cutting debris still lying around.  I also recall seeing a four-wheel drive hearse climb that hill to a cemetery somewhere in that area.  The weather was not the best and there was difficulty negotiating the hill.  It seems that the hearse was a de-militarized US Army four-wheel drive field ambulance, painted shiny black with the chrome or silvered wreaths on the side.  I do not recall ever seeing the cemetery up close but I believe the individual to be interred was a military man who was a fatality in WWII, or could it have been an early casualty from the Korean War?  I may have my recalled facts mixed up a bit but that is still stuck in my mind.  Much of the details of that now escape me.  I believe access to the hill was gained by going through the Fred Noe farm all to way to the hill and then up the west face of the hill just about midway or less to the top.

These are some of the scenes that started my thinking along these lines: [photos follow]

                This is a picture of Ruth Hoy before she was married.  The picture was taken in the garden area of the Fort Gay Hotel with the hill side in the background.  The trees in the garden were bare and it appears the picture was taken in the early spring.  But the hillside seems to be bare of mature trees, as if the prevailing tree growth had been harvested.  The year this picture was taken cannot be determined now but it must have been sometime in the 1920’s.

  

I received some additional information about the ladies in the photo above.  They have been identified

  The lady on the front row-left is Blanche Hoy, my mom.  Behind her is her sister, Mary.  Back row middle, is unknown to me.  Back row right is mom’s sister, Ruth Hoy.  Front row, second from the left is mom’s sister Clara and beside Clara is their youngest brother, James.  Far right front row is mom’s mother, Anne Catherine Hoy.  They were all working in the Ft. Gay Hotel when this picture was taken.  Grandpa Hoy was the manager of the hotel for a number of years, not sure how many.  The other lady on the front row is also unknown to me.  I am pretty sure that the picture was taken at the side entrance of the hotel facing the store across the street but I am totally blank about the exact date, perhaps between 1915 and 1920.  I thought the poster advertising the circus was interesting, but wish the date would have been visible.

            Regards,

Bill w.

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And the winner is!  A post was made yesterday with a picture included.  The question was, “who are the ladies in the picture and why are they pictured together”.  Well, Fred Reid submitted the answere and he was 100% correct.  His prize, a chicken.  I am not sure how I will arrange its transportation but will manage something.  To bad he didn’t ask for a pigeon.  We could just have turned it loose and let it fly itself out there.

Fred has an uncanny memory of persons and events from Fort Gay.  I have never seen him unable  identify  someone in a picture.  Good job and the chicken will soon be on its way.

Below is the newspaper clipping that goes with the picture.

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This picture was sent in by Bill Wellman.  This is an old newspaper picture.  Can you guess who they are and what the picture represents.  Tomorrow, I will post an old newspaper clipping describing the reason for the picture.  I knew two and misidentified another and didn’t know one.  If you can identify all, you will win a years free subscription to “The Chronicles”.  Feel free to cheat by looking at yearbooks or whatever means you can find.  You can enlarge the picture by clicking on it. Good luck.

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A committee from the board of directors of the Fort Gay High School Alumni Association met with officials from Marshall University.  The meeting was held with The Marshall Foundation representatives and representatives from the financial aid department.  The meeting convened to discuss ways of improving the scholarship and revising scholarship guidelines to better serve the students from Tolsia High School.

Some really great suggestions for improvement  were initiated both from the Fort Gay group and from the representatives from Marshall.  As a result, the guidelines are being revised and will be in place for the 2011-2012 school year.  The changes will be announced at this years reunion and banquet.

The really great news  announced by The Marshall Foundation was that our scholarship is no longer under water and has regained its value to the  endowed level.  The endowed scholarship fund and the expendable portion now total in excess of $250,000.  We are prepared to again award four scholarships for the 2011-2012 school year.  The scholarship  is at its healthiest point in its history. 

The FGHS Alumni Association board will begin meeting on April 15 to begin planning for this years reunion, banquet, and golf tournament.  We continue to need new and additional board members  to help conduct planning.  If you would like to join us,  just message me via this site.

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GLENNA BROOKE WILEY

(Mar 09, 2011)

GLENNA BROOKE WILEY, 77, of Urbandale, Iowa, formerly of Huntington, died March 5 in Trinity Center, Des Moines, Iowa. She was a retired Registered Nurse from Huntington State Hospital. Funeral service will be 11 a.m. March 19, Chapman’s Mortuary, Huntington; burial will be in Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens, Huntington. Visitation one hour before service Saturday at the funeral home.

Glenna is the sister of Gene Wellman, class of 1947.  I believe Glenna graduated in 1951.  Our prayers and sympathies go out to Glenna’s family and to Gene, her brother.  May God Bless all.

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Spring is nearly here and as usual we are experiencing our normal late winter rainy season.  While we have had a few inches of rain at my home, no flooding has occurred or is expected, but this all brings to mind a an event  some 70 plus years ago when hundreds of thousands in a multi state area were affected by such events.

Many who read this will be of the age to remember this event.  I don’t know how many families living outside the Huntington are would have been affected in one way or another.  My family was in that we housed several relatives at our farm on Queens Creek.  Housed of course meant that it was necessary to provide food, a place to sleep, and to attend to all of the additional needs that they might have. 

As I remember, the Queens Creek road was flooded by several feet of water at the point it intersects with Big Hurricane Creek road.  To get food and other necessary supplies in, it was necessary to circumvent the flooded area on horseback or by walking through the hills to reach roads that were not covered by flood waters.  The back water from the Big Sandy river would have backed up Queens Creek by a considerable distance.

I don’t know what impact the flood would have had on other areas, such as Prichard and Fort Gay, but I imagine many people living in the tri-state area would have fled to relatives living in the above mentioned areas.  Perhaps, someone reading this could address their personal experience or their knowledge of how their family was affected.

 1937 Flood: Traffic attempts to navigate through high water at the

railroad tracks on 5th Street West between Washington and Adams Avenue. Army Corps of Engineers

HUNTINGTON — On Jan. 27, 1937, the Ohio River crested here in the worst flood in local recorded history.

The Flood of 1937 caused the river to reach a depth of 69.45 feet, more than 19 feet above flood stage in Huntington. The snow cover of the previous December along with 19 straight days of warm rain in January and the normal wintertime lack of vegetation to soak up the water combined to create just the right conditions for misery of devastating proportions.

It was a flood that affected Ohio River towns from Pittsburgh, Pa., to Cairo, Ill., as well as along the Mississippi River.

The possibility of flooding first hit print on Jan. 5, 1937, but its severity was consistently underestimated as the water kept rising. People moved their furniture to the second floor of their homes  — and for some, that wasn’t high enough. Merchants moved their goods to higher ground, and the seats and carpeting at the Keith-Albee Theatre on 4th Avenue were taken up.

Since the worst flood up to that time had occurred almost a quarter-century before, many people weren’t prepared for what happened.

Houses were ripped from their foundations and reduced to piles of rubble that blocked streets.

Water became the chief mode of transportation; the Cabell County Courthouse lawn became a boat landing, and vessels tied up on parking meter posts. In Ironton, Ohio Gov. Martin L. Davey had to duck under traffic lights as he toured the downtown.

Ironically, Huntington’s drinking water was shut off for a week. Natural gas wasn’t available to 40 percent of the city for two weeks. Relief workers distributed lime and disinfectants as unsanitary conditions worsened.

Tempers flared as the wake from motor boats broke windows. Liquor sales were permitted only on the order of doctors or the Red Cross, and state troopers had to disperse angry men from liquor stores.

Many people who could just left. Shortages of gas, water and food forced Proctorville, Ohio, residents to flee to Huntington, only to find that more than 28,000 Huntingtonians were being chased from their homes. Some found refuge with family or friends in Charleston. Others rode an N&W train from Kenova to Williamson, Welch and Bluefield. Two-thirds of Ceredo and Kenova were evacuated; 70 people camped in Kenova’s Knights of Pythias hall.

People became creative and helpful. Owens-Illinois Glass Co. employees built and operated more than 50 two-oar boats and a pair of barges big enough for 20 people to carry groceries, water, coal, medicine and doctors to marooned families.

The plant — which the floodwaters spared by only a few inches — had secured blankets, cots, 250 pairs of hip boots and tons of food before most rail service was drowned out. Two company nurses gave free typhoid shots to employees and to anyone else who asked after serum was airdropped.

Food stocks were stacked in a room at the plant, and employees carried them home to their families. A line leading from the factory’s big well was placed outside the fence, and safe drinking water was supplied free to all comers.

WSAZ Radio moved from the Keith-Albee Building on 4th Avenue to C&P Telephone Co. offices on 6th Avenue so volunteers could keep answering phones and broadcasting messages round the clock —  such as assurances people were OK or needed help, instructions for safe handling of water and warnings of danger.

A long line of Chesapeake, Ohio, residents stood on the 6th Street Bridge to use the telephone in its toll booth — the only phone available to residents of the eastern end of Lawrence County.

The West Virginia Army National Guard, Works Progress Administration and American Red Cross all pitched in with relief efforts, with the Red Cross working out of the old Deardorff-Sisler Department Store building at 424-434 9th St. The American Legion helped police contain looting.

A refugee center was set up in City Hall for distribution of clothing and other necessities, and emergency hospitals were established at Ohev Sholom Temple, Highlawn Methodist Church and the McKesson & Robbins Inc. wholesale drug company headquarters. About 40 ill flood refugees were housed and treated at St. Joseph’s Central Catholic High School.

Food rations came from as far away as New York. Charleston sent a trainload of food, medical supplies, clothing and home furnishings. Women saved precious drinking water while keeping dinner plates clean by covering them with fresh wax paper before each meal, then burning the wax paper afterward.

Five Huntingtonians died; property damage here exceeded $18 million in 1937 dollars. But the flood also exacted a toll on the entire Ohio and lower Mississippi basins to the tune of 137 people dead, more than a million people homeless and property damages in excess of $400 million.

But it also prompted governments from the federal to the local levels to act quickly and cooperatively to build the floodwalls that have protected us — and other Ohio River communities — ever since.

Huntington was one of the first cities selected to receive protection when Congress passed the Flood Control Act of 1937.

Testimony before the House Flood Committee asserted that the city’s protection was essential because the Guyandotte section of the wall would protect the International Nickel Co. plant, which was shut down for 10 days during the ’37 inundation. Inco was the only plant in the country producing nickel alloys necessary for munitions and ordnance in time of war.

The project — calling for seven miles of concrete-and-steel wall and 41/2 miles of earth levees, with 45 gate openings and 17 pumping stations, to protect more than 7,000 acres — began in May 1938 and was turned over to the city for operation and maintenance in December 1943.

The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers figures the floodwall has spared the city more than $238 million in damages in the years since. Not a bad return for a project that cost the federal government $7.1 million.

Could the heart of the city be swamped again with flood waters? The answer is yes, but the Corps of Engineers says it’s highly unlikely.

For one thing, the 1937 event was a freak event. An icy Arctic front from the north and a warm front from the southwest met and didn’t move for days.

Secondly, the Corps has 39 flood control dams upriver from us on tributaries of the Ohio River in West Virginia and Pennsylvania that weren’t there in 1937.

Lastly, the floodwall was built to protect the city from floodwaters that go 3 feet above the depth of the ‘37 event. According to the Corps of Engineers, that decreases the odds of a flood on any given day to one in 1,000 — or 0.1 percent.

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As spring approaches, its time to get out the catalogs.  Or, at least it used to be, especially the seed catalogs.  The wise gardener in the past would have already had his Starks nursery and seed catalogs down, plantings ordered, and just waiting for the first warm day to till the soil and prepare it for planting.  On Queens Creek, we didn’t buy a lot of seed from the catalog, however, in that there were not a lot of things received in the mail to read during the long winter months, a few seed catalogs arriving in December were a welcome sight.   Mostly the  seeds would have been saved from the previous years crop, obtained from a neighbor, or bought at the local hardware store, but it didn’t hurt to look at all of the beautiful pictures of prize winning fruits and vegetables in the catalog and dream that perhaps yours would look like that.

My memory seems to indicate that plants such as tomatoes, sweet potatoes, and cabbage would be grown from seed that my dad would plant in a hotbed in late winter or very early spring.  The hot bed we used was constructed from old railroad cross ties as I recall.  It was rectangular and was probably 3 or 4 feet wide by 7 or  feet long.  It probably was three feet high and was filled with a couple of feet of barn manure topped with 6 or 8 inches of good top soil.  The heat generated by the manure provided a good environment for seed sprouting and plant nourishment.  Some of the above dimensions are perhaps not exact but that was a long time ago so you must forgive me for not remembering the small details.  There would have been a cover for the top to keep the heat in and bring about germination of the seeds and protect the young plants from the  cold.  In that there was no sheet plastic back then, I don’t remember exactly what we covered it with.  I know window panes work well but I doubt that is what we used.  An old  oil cloth table cover might have been used in that they were readily available and would have worked well.  I believe that the top was raised during warmer days to provide ventilation for the newly sprouted plants.  I  do know that the hot bed  we used had been used over and over for several years.

One of my early memories is of going barefoot.  This was a seasonal thing that began in the spring after frosts were over and continued in late fall when frost again began.  It seems that the long-awaited day for taking your shoes off for the spring and summer arrived about the time garden planting occurred. I remember coming home from school at Queens Creek elementary and coming down the road near our house that had a small hill.  From the top of the hill you could see our garden and my mother and dad would be out making their first of the season plantings in it, or working around the hot bed.  Eureka! you then knew it was time to take the shoes off.  The first question that would be asked of your parents would have been, “can I take my shoes off”.  They would reluctantly, or so it seems, answer with a yes.  I am not sure that they were very reluctant, because in thinking back it would mean less wear and tear on shoes and lengthen the time that would be necessary for buying new ones.  That extra money would mean a lot for a family of four children in the depression years of the 1930’s.  For the rest of the spring and summer the only time you saw your shoes was on Sunday for church or to go visiting or shopping.  I have a vivid memory of what a great feeling it was of green grass under your bare feet.  What a pleasure it was to wade in the shallow creek with your feet bare, turning over rocks, and looking for crawdads.  The crawdad tails would have been pinched off, peeled, and placed on a fish-hook attached to a cane fishing pole rigged with some line and a sinker and dangled in a water hole of  in hopes of catching a record fish.  About the biggest fish I ever saw in Queens Creek would have been a 10 inch or so catfish.  There was a water hole near our house that provided a nearby opportunity to  do some short-term fishing.  There was a large sycamore tree growing on the bank at the water hole and the huge root system overhung and grew into the water.  You could sit on one of the large roots and see the catfish swarming three feet or so below you.  It didn’t take a lot of fishing skills to sometimes catch a quick mess of fresh fish.  Just down the creek from the tree was some running water and an excellent to catch your crawfish bait. 

The fishing hole served a dual purpose.  After a day of working in the fields it provided a place for a quick swim and bath.  After the swim we might top it off with a fresh watermelon that had previously been placed in the cool creek water to chill.  What more could one ask for.  You were clean, cool, and had a belly full of watermelon.  Life was good!  You know, as a child I am sure that we envied the kids that lived in the city, but looking back I am thinking that they probably envied us.  Could they take their shoes off and go barefoot?  Could they go swimming in a waterhole?  Could they pick a fresh watermelon or cantaloupe out of the field?  No, to all of the above.

I think that if I learned one thing from going barefoot, it would to be ever alert and aware of your surroundings.  When going into the pastures to gather the cows, there were three hazards that a barefoot boy might face.  The ever-present snake laying in the tall grass, the briars that had large thorns that also might be hidden in the grass, and the ever-present deposits that cattle leave in the field.  Stepping in one of those piles, especially if it were fresh,  could really ruin your day, especially if there were no nearby streams  to wash it off with.  Other hazards encountered were the occasional stubbing of ones toes, getting a cut from a sharp object lying on the ground, or otherwise doing damage to your foot.  I would wager that there is not a person growing up during the 1930’s that did not lose at least one or two toe nails during barefoot season.  There were two treatments for all of the above and it was either turpentine or iodine.  The iodine burned like fire and the turpentine, well, smelled like turpentine.  But, it was all worth it for the feel of the cool grass on the bottom of ones feet.  Just as pleasant was walking barefoot in the soft mud along a creek bank or muddy road.  The cool mud squishing up between your toes, then the pleasure of washing it off in a cool creek.  Almost paradise to a child.  You know our ancestors left muddy foot prints ages ago that are now discovered by the archeologists and much discussed as to who might have made them.  Do you suppose there is a chance that this might happen to some of the footprints that we made as children?  Will the look and measure and make their calculations and guess as to what or whom walked there in ages past?  It could happen.

I mentioned earlier the arrival of catalogs in the early spring.  Along with the seed catalogs, the Sears, Spiegel, Jim Brown Hardware and perhaps a few others would arrive. It was nice to have all of this new reading material.  Most of the pages had been ripped out of the previous years catalog that had been relegated to the “two holer” out back.  At that time our parents would sit down and mail order the clothes that we needed for spring and summer.  These would be clothes worn for church and visits.  Not many, probably just one outfit.  There would also be bib overalls and  denim shirts for the boys.  Bib overalls are probably the best clothes there is for young children growing up.  There was a pocket for just about everything.  I can remember even on occasion putting a few earthworm, we called them fish worms back then, in one of the pockets with some earth.  I probably at sometime or another forgot and left a couple of them still in the pocket when I finished fishing.  It only took about ten seconds to take them off when going to bed and put them on when getting up.  If it happened to be dark in the bedroom, this was a real advantage because it gave the monsters and other creatures lurking in the dark or under the bed little time to marshal their forces and attack before you made it into bed or out of the room on an early, dark morning.  By the end of the summer they would be a bit tattered and patched from tears made by climbing over or under barbed wire fences, climbing trees, or doing rough farm chores that were done each day.

The clothes that were ordered for spring and summer for sunday wear would have been short pants, man did I ever hate those, or knickers.  Both short pants and knickers were the curse of a young man of 8 or 10 who was trying to be so grown up.  Couple the knickers with some knee socks and they were a curse to mankind.  I can remember my first long pants.  I probably was 5 or 6 years of age.  I got those along with some big boy shoes.  I thought I was just to cool!  The problem I had with the big boy shoes were that about every time I would take a step, I would kick the inside of my ankle.  This, of course, resulted in some pretty sore and bleeding ankles.  I soon learned how to walk so that it prevented this. 

It is strange the small things that vividly stand out in one’s mind that happened during childhood.  I can recall our having relatives visit and one was a cousin about the age of my sister.  Of course they didn’t want some “snotty nosed kid” hanging around them.  I would follow them around and they would get pretty frustrated and make me walk several steps behind them.  I was probably 5 years of age or so.  It is funny how I do so vividly remember that.

Well, by now you have undoubtedly figured out the connection between going barefoot and catalogs.  Shoes come off and seeds are sown all about the same time.  Those were good times that will always hold a high place in my memories  as I hope they will yours.

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