THIS COMING SUNDAY IS EASTER SUNDAY. We did not celebrate Easter when I was growing up. We did hunt Easter Eggs and hid them several times just to enjoy the hunt. We went to a conservative church of Christ. I can remember my parents taking communion out of one cup. They then progressed to one cup on each side of the auditorium. Now most of the congregations in the same category with a similar name designation use the multi-cup tray to pass around to the congregants.
In my early youth, I can recall riding to church in a wagon pulled by a team of horses or mules. When we moved into the White House at Morton, we could walk to church. We were even closer when we moved into the house behind the Graham Café. The café seemed to disrupt the routine of going to church. Mother was too busy getting breakfast and then lunch for the paying crowd that she could not make it to church. Dad had a dispute with some of the men at church about song leading. He was a good song leader but for some reason he was offended and stopped going to church all together.
Time changes things. The move into Morton proper allowed more interaction with people not in the family circle. One day when me and Bob were hanging around the square there was this fellow called Marvin Doss. His older brother was Truman Doss and they ran the largest grocery in Morton at the time. Marvin must have been about 13 at the time but had already been trained to deliver groceries. Marvin drove up in his pick-up loaded with groceries in the back. He asked if we could go with him to help deliver the groceries. Me and Bob jumped at the chance. We had not ridden in many vehicles.
We were pretty close to the end of the grocery delivery job when Marvin asked if we wanted to drive the pick-up. We jumped at the chance. He suggested that Bob handle the steering wheel and that I use the break if I needed to. He was going to put it in Granny Gear and run beside the pick-up.
On the straight away we did pretty well but when Marvin asked Bob to turn to the right to go to the last deliver house things started happening. Bob did the turning ok but he had not been taught that he needed to unturn. By that I mean that when you turn the steering wheel you have to turn it back to get it going straight again. Experienced drivers know that you go in circles if you don’t turn the wheel back. Neither of us had to put our foot on the accelerator because Marvin had it in gear already.
Because Bob had not readjusted the steering wheel the pick-up was headed over the ditch and toward Mr. Hooks’ chicken pens. Bob asked me to put my foot on the brake and this I did but due to the heavy pull of this low gear I was not able to push it hard enough. Marvin was behind us and started running to get in the drivers seat and take control. Before he arrived we had run through Mr. Hooks’ chicken pen on the south side and I had concluded that I could turn the key off and stop the progression of the pick-up.
Chickens were flying everywhere. Marvin reached us and breathlessly told us to move over. Mr. Hooks was running out of his house and shouting to stop, stop, stop. We had stopped shortly after I cut the ignition switch. Marvin jumped in the driver’s seat and turned the truck back on and ran through the north side of Mr. Hooks’ chicken pen. He was afraid that Mr. Hooks was going to beat us up. Marvin drove us back to Doss Grocery Store and almost before we got in the store, Mr. Hooks showed up and told Truman Doss (Marvin’s older brother) what we had done. Truman told him that he would make it all right and not to worry. Mr. Hooks was satisfied but Truman was not.
Truman sent Marvin back out to deliver more groceries but he had other tasks for me and Bob to perform to make amends for our part in the escapade. He needed several more rolls of barbed wire brought from the storage area to the front of the store on the sidewalk so the farmers could get to it easier. The first roll I picked up came tearing into some flesh on my right thigh. This dug in and pulled some flesh and fatty tissue up and I started bleeding pretty bad. Truman sent me to the café to my mother so she could care for my leg. I needed stitches probably but she had no time to take off and get me to the doctor to have it stitched. I now have a nice little heart shaped scar on my right thigh to show for my first driving experience.
There is another scar on my right thigh just above my knee. I will tell you about that later. It came before the heart shaped scar. Not such a good Easter late 1930’s. Have and enjoyable Easter 2018.