Thursday, July 7, 2011
Slipping Around When I was Younger
. As someone in my family would say, they law...and they would really drag out the "law" almost to say lawdy but not quite. Anyway, I remember my Granddaddy working at Latham's grocery in Larkinsville. Granddaddy always wore his overalls and on Sunday, they were freshly starched and ironed. I think he also wore a crisp, white cotton shirt underneath the overalls. Bless his little ole heart. He was the sweetest man on earth and I loved him more than life. I followed him around and would often be known to get in his face and tell him that I was his favorite grandchild and he should just admit it. Yes, I was the devil in a home-made flour sack dress. Anyway, back to the store, I used to go into the store in the mornings before school and after school, I got off the bus in front of the store. Of course, I would always go into the store to get my coke in a bottle and a pack of peanuts. Granddaddy would always say, "How's it going, Bremp?" and we would chit chat. Well, sometime between the ages of thirteen and fifteen, my cousins and I experimented with nasty old cigarettes. Grandaddy must have guessed such, because the, "How's it going, Bremp," was replaced with "Now, your aren't smoking are you, Bremp?" Well, one summer day, I walked into the store. I forgot that earlier in the day I had been sitting under a bridge with a couple of my cousins, puffing on a smoke. And, that the pack of cigarettes had been given to me for safe keeping and I had stuck them down my blouse. Uh, huh! Yes, you got it. Just as I shook my head no to Granddaddy to the smoking question, the pack fell out on the concrete floor right in Latham's store. Yep, I high tailed it out of there for sure! That put a hiatus on my smoking.