Papa Wilson - James Arthur Wilson

L to R: Mama and Papa Wilson, Mother holding Chris, Daddy and Nell

We lived with Mama and Papa Wilson until about 1945. Papa Wilson's family lived in Bulloch, near Brantley in Crenshaw Co. They came to Curtis in the early 1900's when his mother Sophie died and his father Henry brought Papa, his twin brother and sister, Mattie and Frank, and bought a house and some land from Crawford Rowell. When Papa Wilson was young he worked for the railroad that hauled the pine trees to sawmills. He purchased a gold railroad watch which was a prize possession. He passed it on to our dad and he kept it in a box in the dresser drawer. After his death, his 2nd wife Frances, gave it to our only brother, Perry, to keep it in the Wilson family. Maybe Brad's son Bradley Wilson will inherit it someday.

Papa met my Mama Wilson (Fannie Melissa Grimes) and they were married. His father Henry gave him the house after he remarried and he moved to Opp, where Frank was a pharmacist and Mattie married Perry Danley who had a furniture store.

Papa and Mama Wilson (Jim and Fannie)

Papa had cataracts and was almost blind in his later years. He suffered with asthma and had great difficulty sleeping. He liked to carve with his pocket knife; he called it whittling. He worked hard on the farm, helping my dad.

Papa Wilson had to go to the nursing home when I was living in Texas. I did not get to go to his funeral. I can't remember what caused his death.

Mama Smith - Bessie Jewel Mayberry

I loved Mama Smith. She was so sweet to me and I loved to visit her.
I used to go spend a week with her every summer when I was growing up. She had long hair that she braided and coiled up in a bun, with hairpins holding it in place. I remember that she would let me unbraid her hair, comb and brush it and braid it back. In later years she cut her hair and had curls.

Mama Smith had a little iron skillet that she would let me use to cook with. When she made cakes and corn bread, she always let me bake a small skillet of whatever she was baking. I remember that she made good tea cakes and the best chocolate and coconut cakes.

She had a large wooden chest in the dining room that they used to store out of season clothing. She would let me look inside the chest (lifting the big lid up so I could look inside). I would "dress up" in my aunt's clothing, pretending I was grown up. She would cover the chest with a white table cloth and used it as a sideboard when she had big family dinners. I wonder whatever happened to that big chest. I guess she didn't need it anymore when the girls all left home.

Mama Smith loved to play dominoes and she spent endless hours playing board games with us. One I remember was Uncle Wiggly. She was never too busy to stop and play games with us.

She always seemed to be taking care of an elderly relative. I remember Aunt Pink (we were afraid of her; she was Papa Smith's older sister and had no children) and Aunt Lu - I don't really know where she fit in but she had nobody to take care of her and she lived with Mama and Papa

Smith when she was too old to live alone.

In later years, Mama Smith had arthritis so bad that she was in a lot of pain and could hardly use her fingers. After Papa Smith died in 1956, she lived with her daughter Barbara for awhile and later moved into the new Elba Nursing Home after Barbara and Roy got married. She lived there several years before she died from pneumonia in 1977.

She had a big birthday party when she turned 90 and all of her children were there except my mother Ruth who was deceased (1963). We were living in Texas when she celebrated her 90th birthday  in 1975 at the Elba Nursing Home. We sent her some flowers for her 90th birthday party. 


Two years later I flew from Dallas, TX to Mobile, AL and my sister Susan and I drove to Elba to attend her funeral. It was New Year's day and I've never been so cold in my life as I was that day. It was sleeting when we went to Liberty cemetery out in the country. The flowers froze instead of wilting!

Memories of My Papa Smith

My grandfather Smith, Oswald Cole Smith, was nicknamed "Bunch". He signed his name O.C. Smith. I knew him as "Papa Smith" and I was his first grandchild. I have so many good memories of him. He died in 1956, the year our son James was born. He had a heart attack one Sunday while visiting my parents in the country. My daddy took him to Opp hospital and he was there for several weeks before he died of kidney failure. I spent some time with him in the hospital and we had long talks.


My first memories of visiting Mama and Papa Smith was when they lived in a big rambling unpainted house near the Elba Cemetery. I liked to visit them and spend the night. He always read the Bible at night and everybody had to gather around him while he read. He would always pray long prayers and I would get so tired and sleepy before he finished. Nobody ever said anything during this time; just sat and listened. When he prayed he always got up from his chair and knelt down on the floor to pray. He was a very devout Christian man and later when I was researching our family history of the Smiths, I learned that his ancestors were Quakers . He had so many qualities of the Quakers, including living a simple life. He didn't have a car but traveled by mule and wagon. He was a very neat person, self taught and very intelligent. He had beautiful hand writing. When we lived in Germany, he used to write letters to us.


A cousin gave me an old Smith family history book around 1975. It contained information about my Papa Smith's ancestors who were Quakers in Rockingham County, NC area. My sister Christine and I started doing research on our family, using the old book as a beginning. It was so fascinating to read the accounts of the Smiths of long ago. Our ancestor's name was John Smith who came to NC by the way of Pennsylvania. He was awarded a tract of land in NC for his bravery in the French and Indian War. We located this tract of land and eventually found his gravesite in an old abandoned cemetery underneath Duke Power Electric lines in a field. Also buried there was his son Samuel who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War, guarding tories and collecting provisions (according to his Rev. War Pension application).


Chris and I applied for membership in the Daughters of the Amer. Revolution and used Samuel Smith as our patriot. Later we had a DAR grave marking to put a DAR marker on Samuel's gravesite.


I wonder if Papa Smith ever knew of his Quaker background. Probably not. This branch of the John Smith family of Rockingham County, NC, have been Methodists for generations. Other branches of John Smith's descendants did follow the Quaker religion and lived at New Garden Meeting House (Quaker), just outside Greensboro, NC.


Papa Smith's father , William Cole Smith, moved his family to Coffee County from Lee County in the late 1800s. William Cole Smith had a large family. . One of Papa Smith's brothers, Joshua Drayden, had Smith Brothers Store near the railroad depot in New Town. And he had a sister Daisie Winston who lived near Dorsey's. I knew them better than any of the other siblings.


Papa Smith loved fox hunting and always had several hounds penned up and he fed them well. He had a hunting horn (from an ox I think) that he could blow and make a lot of sounds. I could never blow that horn.


He farmed, planting corn and cotton mostly, and used a mule and plow. I remember helping my Mama Smith make the big cotton sacks for people to use to pick cotton. I always wondered why he didn't have a tractor like my dad used.


Papa Smith, in his later years, would sell Bibles and religious books. He kept them in a big suitcase and would set up a table on the sidewalk in Elba, usually outside Stokes Haire's drug store. They were good friends from church. For Christmas he always gave us religious story books. I still have the Bible he gave me when I graduated from high school in 1952. It has such thin paper and gold edging. He ordered it especially for me, with my name imprinted in gold on the cover.


Papa Smith was a very friendly person, never meeting a stranger, and always looking for good qualities in people. I don't ever remember him getting upset with anybody. He walked to the Elba Methodist church on Sunday's when he lived near the cemetery (about 2.5 - 3 miles). A few times I walked with him and it was a l-o-n-g way for a small girl. He would help me up and let me pull the big rope to ring the bell at Elba United Methodist Church, where we are now members. (We still have the bell in the tower and a big rope attached to it and it is rung every Sunday morning before church starts.)


My grandmother had arthritis so bad in her later years that she was unable to do much with her hands. Once, following a gall bladder operation, I went to spend the night with them. I was in high school by then. They heated their house with a fireplace and I remember how cold it was the night I stayed; no heat in my bedroom. Early the next morning my grandfather got up and built a fire in the kitchen stove and cooked breakfast in the cold kitchen. He woke me up and I got dressed and went to the cold kitchen. He had made delicious biscuits, and scrambled eggs with meat (I thought it was sausage). The breakfast was so good, until he asked if I wanted another helping of brains and eggs. I jumped up from the table, ran outside, and lost my breakfast in the back yard! I didn't know I was eating the hog's brains. Yuk!


The photo here is Papa Smith, Mama Smith and all of their children except my mother who was at home with my younger sister Christine. I am 4 years old here in 1938 and sitting in my Aunt Nellie Faye's lap. Also missing is his son Henry by his first wife who died when Henry was a baby.


I remember that Papa Smith came to my 6th birthday party by Greyhound bus. He had been in Opp that Saturday selling Bibles and stopped by our house on the way home and brought me a big rubber ball. A few years ago I read in the Elba Clipper, in the 50 years ago column, a write up about my 6th birthday party and he was a special guest.



Picture here, left to right front row: Nellie Faye (holding Nell, 4 years old), Ida, Joe Bill; 2nd row: O.C. and Bessie Smith and their oldest daughter Barbara. On the back row are the youngest two, Pete and Polly (Martha). Only Aunt Ida (89) and Uncle Pete (80) are still living.

Special Olympics Bowling tournament today

The Special Olympics Oath is "Let me win. But if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt."

In 1968 we moved from Atlanta, GA to Paris, TX and the next year that Special Olympics began in Texas. The first Summer Games was hosted at Paul Tyson Stadium in Waco, June 6-7, 1969 with 350 athletes competing in 10 track and field events.

In 1974, Special Olympics moved the Summer Games to the University of Texas at Austin. James attended these games, along with some other winners from Lamar Co., TX. They and their coaches traveled to Austin in a loaned motor home and had a ball.

James was advancing in the 100 yd dash, leading his group, until he spotted the Univ of Texas coach Daryl Royal on the sidelines and he stopped running to go over and shake his hand and say to him "I've always wanted to meet you." I heard that Coach Royal got him back into the race and I think he still came in 3rd. He was so happy to meet the UT coach that it didn't matter to him if he won any ribbons or not.

In 1977 we moved to Minneapolis and James participated in Special Olypmics there, winning a first place locally in the 50 yd dash and went to the district finals in Fargo, ND. He went with a bus load of participants and when he came home and got off the bus, the took the bronze medal from around his neck and gave it to me and said "Here, take this and keep it for me. It is so heavy." He graduated from high school while we were living in MN. and I thought that would be the end of his participation. But not so....

Several years went by and for a time Mentally Handicapped adults were not encouraged to enter in special olympics where we were living. It wasn't until we moved to Alabama that he was able to participate again. Bowling was added in 1975 and has become the fastest growing sport in Special Olympics. Also James participates in the spring/summer special olympics also. It's getting harder and harder for him to enter in the 50 yd dash as he has much difficulty running anymore. Last year he almost didn't complete the race, but kept going until he got to the end, and collapsed on the ground. He was so exhausted that I brought him home to rest. Later he talked about how much fun he had! We'll just have to wait and see if he is able to race this year, and if not, he will be there cheering his friends on to the finish line.

Pictured here is James arriving home from the center he attends every day, wearing one of his Special Olympics shirts.

Thanks to Eunice Kennedy Shriver for helping to start this fantastic Special Olympics program in 1968.

James, Louise Ezell and Marcus, a friend

Special Olympics is now held in the spring each year at Henderson Park in Enterprise.

The Music of my Life

Some people are born with musical talent and others have a talent for listening and enjoying. I belong to the group that listens and enjoys when others use their talents to perform.


I attended an Atlanta Pops concert last night at Elba High School auditorium and loved every minute of it. They played music from the Oscars over the years and began with one of my favorites, Gone with the Wind. I just closed my eyes and Tara came alive! For two hours I sat and listened to all those memorable songs of the past and enjoyed them so much. The concert was part of the Coffee County Arts Alliance series. We're so fortunate to have groups come to our out-of-the-way part of the state to perform.


I suppose my music "career" began with piano lessons when I was in elementary school. One of our teachers, Mrs. Mary Ringsdorf, was our teacher. Since most of us didn't have pianos at home to practice, we were allowed to practice on the school piano in the music room at school at designated times during the week. I have short fingers and never could reach an octave on the piano and my fingers didn't want to move very fast either. And I have no rhythm or music talent. So most of my talent was in "music appreciation" and not producing music!


When I started to high school in Elba (10th grade) I wanted to play in the band. The new band director, Jimmy Patrenos, came to Elba that fall and when he arrived, his car broke down. Daddy was working at a garage in Elba that fall and repaired the new band director's car and wouldn't charge him anything. He told him that his daughter wanted to be in the band and maybe he could help her. Not many people owned their band instruments so they used the ones that belonged to the school.  He needed clarinet players and I thought                 
I'd like to learn to play a clarinet. I remember the old silver clarinet that had seen better days but he put a new reed in the mouth piece and played it and I was hooked. That's what I wanted to learn to play.


I took it home and practiced very hard and could hardly wait to play with the band. By the fall of 1953 I was in the Elba marching band! I worked my way up to 1st chair by the time I graduated from high school. We marched at ball games, in parades, and even went to the National Peanut Festival parade and a Blue/Gray football game parade in Montgomery. I loved being in the band. It was ok that I never became a concert pianist. I learned enough to play church hymns and I was satisfied with my piano career.


I joined the marching band when I started to Troy State Teachers College in the fall of 1952 and was assigned to play 2nd chair clarinet. I was so disappointed. I must admit the others were much better than I. After football season, the band members began to work on symponic music. Somehow this just wasn't the same and I dropped out of band when they required us to come to practice almost every night. The music majors loved getting together and practicing -- but not me. I enjoyed going to their concerts later and other concerts at the college.


Years went by and I went to hear many big symphonies and loved everyone of their performances. One of my favorites was attending the Boston Pops events one summer evening in Boston. Arthur Fiedler was the conductor and we were so excited to get tickets. But when we got there, they had a guest conducter I'd never heard of named John Williams. He was ok but I wanted to see Mr. Fiedler! Then soon after that, Fiedler retired and John Williams took over as conductor. And of course I have enjoyed the music of John Williams ever since.


Our sons have musical talent they inherited from their dad - who by the way loves to sing (tenor) and is in our church choir. He too loves to go to symphony concerts and loves classical and "elevator" music - songs we have enjoyed over the years. We bought an old piano when Bill was in the 2nd grade and he took piano lessons when we were living in Atlanta. Then we moved to Texas when he was in the 3rd grade and he continued taking piano lessons for awhile. He and Ronnie were both in the band during their school years and loved playing more than one instrument. Their taste for music is different from mine since they grew up during the 70's and rock and roll was becoming popular.


Our son James loves to play old records, along with Michael Jackson's CD's. He too loves music and sometimes wakes us up in the middle of the night with Michael Jackson singing "I'm Bad!" Or some of his Christmas music he plays throughout the year.


We love the old traditional hymns at church instead of contemporary or praise songs (often sung to taped music because the sheet music is not available). I'm so glad our Methodist church has not resorted to using taped music during the worship service. We have an organist and pianist who are both very talented. And we have a group of talented musicians whose voices blend well and I love to hear them sing. A very meaningful part of the worship service for me.


This isn't to say I don't enjoy singing what I call "campfire songs" at times other than during the worship service. Or that I don't enjoy some country and bluegrass music. I really like the Texas cowboy songs of the Gene Autry days. What I don't care for, or understand, are the contemporary songs that have no message for me, or melody, and you can't understand what they are saying. And as for rap music, that is just noise to me!

Topo Gigio - Bill's favorite toy when he was 7

Recently I was watching some old TV shows and there was one with Ed Sullivan (remember him) and a little Italian mouse puppet named Topo Gigio that appeared on Ed's show many weeks. He was a shy little fellow and so lovable.



This post is written especially for our youngest son, Bill, who will recall this event in his life. He might even share it with his 3 teen aged daughters. I wonder if he's ever told them that he once had a pet mouse? Not real, of course.



In the summer of 1965 our son Bill, who was 7 years old, wanted a little mouse like Topo Gigio. I found the perfect little mouse, dressed in a leather vest and he even had whiskers. He was tiny and he could fit into Bill's pants pockets. Bill wanted to be a ventriloquist and would try to make Topo talk. He took Topo Gigio with him everywhere he went. One day about a year later, Topo had a terrible accident. He went into the washing machine in Bill's pocket and was washed in hot soapy water, rinsed and fell out of Bill's pocket when I removed his pants from the washer.

In the meantime there was a little rip in his back and his "insides" began to fall on the floor. He was stuffed with fine sawdust. You can imagine the mess! I tried to stuff him and sew him up but he just wasn't the same anymore. Instead of the happy, big eyed little mouse he suddenly looked very old and sad. He just passed away quietly and was laid to rest.



Later Bill wanted a dummy so he could practice being a ventriloquist. I ordered one for Christmas when he was about 8 or 9. They were not available so he got something else for Christmas that year. He never asked for one later.



I copied the following info from the internet about Topo Gigio. Topo Gigio - The cuddly little mouse puppet Topo Gigio, (a.k.a. "The Little Italian Mouse") was the creation of the troupe of puppeteers that debuted on CBS's THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW on April 14, 1963. Standing ten inches high and made of a half pound of foam rubber, Topo Gigio was controlled by sticks not strings (unlike most puppets). . Each week, as part of the show, the adorable little mouse would appear on stage and greet the stone-faced Mr. Sullivan with a sugary "Hello, Eddie!" Topo, who often spoke of his girlfriend, Rosey, closed his weekly visits by saying "Keesa me goo'night, Eddie." Topo appeared 92 times and closed the final 1971 episode of ED SULLIVAN SHOW.

Old Salem, NC - behind the scenes in 1980s

This post is not about Old Salem, NC and all the buildings, etc. You need to go to this website to read all about the village of Old Salem: http://www.oldsalem.org/index.php?id=104

What I am writing about includes my experiences as a "behind the scenes" docent (volunteer) during the time we lived in Winston-Salem (1979-1985).

I was fascinated by this religious Moravian colony that settled in Salem, NC. They kept very careful records and were master carpenters and hard working people. I loved the Moravian cooking, especially baked goods. More about this later.

We had just moved to Winston-Salem from Minneapolis, MN and I was looking for something to occupy my time while James was attending a sheltered workshop near Old Salem in the downtown area of Winston-Salem. I read an article in the newspaper that they were looking for volunteers to start up a program to assist with events, etc. and office work. We would not be volunteer costumed interpreters that tell the Old Salem story and are stationed throughout the village. We worked behind the scenes such as helping with mailing newsletters, planning for special events such as the Christmas party for workers and volunteers, and many other things as

needed. I loved doing this. I remember the staff member who organized this group. Her name was Margaret Hoffman from Clemmons. We became good friends since we also lived near Clemmons, a short distance from W-S. Our little group was organized and we had about a dozen volunteers. We had name tags made and appeared at several social functions as "delegates" from Old Salem. Most of all I enjoyed being a part of Old Salem culture and participating in so many of the events.

The best time of all was at Easter and Christmas, and 4th of July if it wasn't too hot! Our first Easter sunrise experience took place around 1980 and I remember how cold it was that Easter morning as we stood in silence in the middle of Old Salem, facing Home Moranvian Church as the sun was coming up. The minister walked out on the little balcony overlooking the crowd and proclaimed" He is risen" and the crowd responded "He has risen indeed!" and the sunrise service was underway. The antiphonal sounds of the Moravian band were heard all over the area throughout the service. Following the service (you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet) the crowd made its way down the narrow street to God's Acre cemetery to complete the service.

We were back home in time to have breakfast and to get ready to go to our church for a different kind of Easter service at Knollwood Baptist Church.

On the 4th of July, we enjoyed the festivities that took place at Old Salem, including a demonstration of the old fire pump they used to put out fires. There would usually be a parade with kids and pets and of course the Moravian brass band leading the parade - and refreshments afterward.

Christmas at Old Salem was so special. We always attended one of the Love Feast celebrations at Home Moranvian church and heard Christmas music when someone would play the old organ located at the Single Brothers House. And the Old Salem Docents helped out during the Christmas at Old Salem tours that were held daily for about 2 weeks before Christmas. I don't think they have these tours anymore. At the end of the tours, the docents held a party in the basement of the building pictured here. I still remember the apple dumplings and the spicy hot wassail bowl and other treats we had and the fun time. These are the perks of being a volunteer.

A few years ago a tornado swept down in the square at Old Salem and took down most of the old trees. It looks different there now. Many of the old restored buildings have been purchased and used as private residences and are not on tour. The Winkler Bakery is still in operation and you can still buy the delicious sugar cake or Moravian buns that are baked in the bee-hive shaped cement open door ovens. The gift shops feature Moravian handmade items. You can see many of the costumed craftsmen at work when you tour the village. I have some of the handmade candle holders, a big Moravian star with light inside that we hang on our porch every Christmas and other momentoes from Old Salem. How I'd love to have one of those delicious sugar cakes and a round tin of the thin Moravian cookies and smell the hot baked bread coming out of the oven at Winkler's bakery.