Night sounds

Summer nights at East Newnan,Georgia.No such thing as having AC back then for us regular folks.

Your cool air came from the open screened widows.This was the 1960's things where changing and folks didn't dare leave their doors open at night.

If you where lucky you had a floor or window fan to keep you cool on those sultry muggy summer nights.

A floor fan called a Wind Maker kept me cool.

I would lay with my head at the foot of my bed which was homemade I must add with bookshelves made of pine by a man who lived in LaGrange.

Inches from the opened window the sounds of the night would lullaby me to a sound slumber.

Sounds of the cotton mill with it's steady quiet roar.The big 18 wheeler trucks rumbling up and down US 29 all night.

Everyone loves the sound of a fan I think.They can put one soundly asleep.

But the sounds I loved most where natures own.Crickets,cicadas the songs of the nightingales bull frogs from the mill pond and whipper wills off in the distance with their sad songs.

 

Words you say

Rule for today
Think twice
Then speak
Careful of what you say

Never know
Who's listening
And what about you
It does show

Be nice
Be thoughtful
Bite your tongue
Better in long run

Words do hurt
They are sharp
Take notice
Don't talk dirt

What now you say
Cruel or bad
Will come back
To haunt one day

More Southern sayings and definitions

More Southern sayings and definitions:
1.Hose pipe-garden hose
2.Clothes rack-wire clothes hanger
3.Charcargo-Chicago
4.Lanta-Atlanta
5.Doe-as in open the door someone is knocking
6.Flo-you know what you walk on or if from a big family you sleep on it
7.Supper-evening meal
8.Sweet milk-milk from a special cow just teasing it's what some call whole milk
9.Well doggie-what Jed Clampett would say
10.Dawg-has 4 legs wagging tail and goes bow wow
11.Ah shoot-same as dang

Dusty roads...

Dusty roads and pine trees.Those red high clay banks that roads where carved out of.

Tall green pine trees shading my way.

The musty smell of damp red clay after a hot muggy summers day rain fill my nostrils taking my breath away.

The sound of cicadas and crickets serenade all who will listen.

Skeeters diving like little WW 2 fighter planes pestering little pest they are.

A white sandy banked clear bottomed creek big enough to wade in.Minnows scooting and darting around.

The deep blue sky with puffy white clouds.The sun beaming down rays of hot light almost seems to be a giant angry eye in the sky watching our every move.

What is this all about you may ask?

These are things seen in my mind as I reflect upon my life as a boy in Alabama and Georgia.

Everyone should be so blessed.