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"Looking at Carroll" Part II Page 1
Looking At Carroll
Part II
Recollections of Mrs. Joseph Gundy (Jessie E. Wilson)
We who have been brought up in a small town can hardly forget its many distinct characteristics. Progress removes many of them and puts the newer in their place, but memory carries the old with it throughout life.
YOUR HOME TOWN
What makes your home town different form every other place
Are friends you know and learn to love, and every smiling face
That greets you in a friendly way as you pass upon the street;
The kinship of your neighbor makes home towns hard to beat.
The folks know all your troubles and they gossip up and down;
You know it but you love ‘em for they’re folks in you home town,
Just like one great big family with kinfolk all about,
You can bet your bottom dollar if there’s trouble they’ll help out.
It’s the fact you know each other, that you have a common heart,
When there’s trouble you must share it so folks can do their part.
We are richer in our memory by home town friends we’ve known;
You’ve a hitching post to tie to with a home town of your own.
--Robert Joyce
The “old hitching post” stores were all open at night as late as anyone wanted to shop, the horses tied side by side much like the autos beside a parking meter today, only it was all free. Also free was the wonderful water from the deep well at he east end of the square, where two tin cups were fastened by long chains to the town pump.
Our town of Carroll was almost completely surrounded by all kinds of trees that bore nuts… beech, hickory (shell bark), walnut and chestnut. They were free for the taking and everyone had all they needed for winter. I can still taste their freshness after all these years. Refrigerators and deep freezers were not dreamed of, but all you had to do was raise the window of any room not needed for daily use and you had both.
Geese were raised by many people, even in Carroll, and by almost everyone on the surrounding farms. On the farm near Carroll where I lived as a child, the geese lived on a lovely stream which ran through the place, so they were never around the house or yard. I never knew of anyone who ate the geese; they were raised for the feathers. If we had all we needed for our beds, then we sold the feathers to the huckster who came once a week. The price was fifty cents a pound.
Part II
Recollections of Mrs. Joseph Gundy (Jessie E. Wilson)
We who have been brought up in a small town can hardly forget its many distinct characteristics. Progress removes many of them and puts the newer in their place, but memory carries the old with it throughout life.
YOUR HOME TOWN
What makes your home town different form every other place
Are friends you know and learn to love, and every smiling face
That greets you in a friendly way as you pass upon the street;
The kinship of your neighbor makes home towns hard to beat.
The folks know all your troubles and they gossip up and down;
You know it but you love ‘em for they’re folks in you home town,
Just like one great big family with kinfolk all about,
You can bet your bottom dollar if there’s trouble they’ll help out.
It’s the fact you know each other, that you have a common heart,
When there’s trouble you must share it so folks can do their part.
We are richer in our memory by home town friends we’ve known;
You’ve a hitching post to tie to with a home town of your own.
--Robert Joyce
The “old hitching post” stores were all open at night as late as anyone wanted to shop, the horses tied side by side much like the autos beside a parking meter today, only it was all free. Also free was the wonderful water from the deep well at he east end of the square, where two tin cups were fastened by long chains to the town pump.
Our town of Carroll was almost completely surrounded by all kinds of trees that bore nuts… beech, hickory (shell bark), walnut and chestnut. They were free for the taking and everyone had all they needed for winter. I can still taste their freshness after all these years. Refrigerators and deep freezers were not dreamed of, but all you had to do was raise the window of any room not needed for daily use and you had both.
Geese were raised by many people, even in Carroll, and by almost everyone on the surrounding farms. On the farm near Carroll where I lived as a child, the geese lived on a lovely stream which ran through the place, so they were never around the house or yard. I never knew of anyone who ate the geese; they were raised for the feathers. If we had all we needed for our beds, then we sold the feathers to the huckster who came once a week. The price was fifty cents a pound.