Some of the most sweetest memories I have growing up in the south are from my childhood. Last night I (Juliette) was thinking about how time has flown by this year and that summer is almost over. The memories came flooding back to me, growing up in South Carolina, living on a dirt road on Tree Street in a little board house. We didn’t have much, but I always remember having the most amazing summers. I spent a great deal of my time outdoors; playing with all my cousins.We would climb trees, and just enjoy the sweetest things the south had to offer.
Living on a Dirt Road
I know it sounds pretty cliche, but I lived on a dirt road. However, nearly everyone I knew lived on one, so for me it was completely normal. Every morning during the summer my cousins and I would meet on the dirt road and start our day of adventures.
There was a store called Mr. Reed’s, where you bought cookies two for a penny. Our summers were so carefree, my Aunt Pete and Uncle Jim lived one street over. We would take the path to get to their house. That was the spot were all the neighborhood kids would play. We would play with wild abandonment, from sun up to sun down. I remember my Aunt Pete would always make us kids feel so welcome.
Growing in the South Care-free
Sometimes, my cousins Frank, Pat, Kecia, and Caroline just to name a few. We would pick blackberries and sell them to Mrs. Mag, the nice lady that lived down the street. I guess we were entrepreneurs even back then. After we sold our blackberries, we began to play once again. We didn’t have a lot, but we had church on Sunday and my Aunt Pete’s house.
I remember being free and happy. I can’t forget my Aunt Jessie Lee and my cousins; Wendy, Pam, Abigail, Niecy, Anthony, and Kecia. At Aunt Jessie Lee’s house we would get our praise on. Y’all, we would have church. We were some shouting fools, we baptized, and preached too. My Aunt would come to the back door, look at us and say “Y’all keep On!” But we just kept having church and she gave us shacks, which were cookies.
Oh Yes! I was one of those kids who got their arm stuck in the washing machine, that she had on her back porch. I stuck my hand right in there, that’s probably why my hand hurts every now and then.
Late Night Memories
Remember ya’ll not everyone in the South eats fried chicken, but if you fry it just right. We won’t turn it down!
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