The mill pond kept us separated.Talking about East Newnan,Georgia.It was a mill village where my formative years where spent.
Moved there in 1962 when I was 10 years old.Most of you have heard of being from the wrong side of the railroad tracks but here it was which side of the mill pond you lived that decided a lot of things.
For some reason the two sides didn't
socialize much.We all went to the same little school and where friends but that is where it all stopped.
Side I lived on wasn't that great but compared to the other side we where doing good.The other side was Elvis with black leather jackets and combed back slick hair.I lived on the Beatles side of the pond where long hair was common.
Why things where that way I don't know.Everyone's folks worked in the same cotton mill and as mentioned all the kids went to the same school.
All the kids fished in that pond.Couple of the brave ones even swam in it.Loaded with cotton mouths and trash didn't stop anyone.
This is a picture of me and my folks when we lived there,sometime in the 60's shows the mill smokestack in the background.On summer nights with my bedroom window open I could hear the soft rumble of the mill machinery running and the hypnotizing sound of crickets and bull frogs down at the pond.
Yes that mill pond kept us separated but in a way made sure we where all connected in a strange way.
For some reason the two sides didn't
socialize much.We all went to the same little school and where friends but that is where it all stopped.
Side I lived on wasn't that great but compared to the other side we where doing good.The other side was Elvis with black leather jackets and combed back slick hair.I lived on the Beatles side of the pond where long hair was common.
Why things where that way I don't know.Everyone's folks worked in the same cotton mill and as mentioned all the kids went to the same school.
All the kids fished in that pond.Couple of the brave ones even swam in it.Loaded with cotton mouths and trash didn't stop anyone.
This is a picture of me and my folks when we lived there,sometime in the 60's shows the mill smokestack in the background.On summer nights with my bedroom window open I could hear the soft rumble of the mill machinery running and the hypnotizing sound of crickets and bull frogs down at the pond.
Yes that mill pond kept us separated but in a way made sure we where all connected in a strange way.
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