As I remember a Saturday in my hometown of Hamilton, Alabama, in the late 1930s and 1940s. Saturday was the big fun day in Hamilton. My Dad would tell me "if we get the plowing done or some other chore that I could go to town Saturday" .So that put the want to in my heart to get it done.All country boys wanted to go to town at that time. So when Saturday finely rolled around and about 9 0 clock I was standing by the mail box with a dime in my pocket,waiting for Mr.Ott Davis to come by and pick me up in his home made school bus. Ever Saturday he would come rolling up and the door would fly open, hop in now and give him the dime and we were on our way to let the good times roll. Looking back in the three long seated bus were several smiling faces . Arriving in town Mr. Davis would tell us he would be leaving for home at 3 o clock and if you are here you can ride back( if you had another dime).But he never turned no one down if they didn't have another dime.(good man Mr. Davis he would say you can hand it to me some other time get in) Now to make it to the hot spot in town and that was the court house yard all ways something exciting going on there under the large oak trees. Marble games of all kinds some times a little beting on the games and that was a bad no no law in Hamilton . So our one law officer, and he being the only police officer Hamilton had day night seven days a week (no car mule or anythang for transpation)had to keep an eye on these games. He had other troubles too some of the old men folks setting on the cement fence would sneak a drink of moonshine when he was not looking ,And there was the town drunk to look for that would be coming staggern around. Saturday was a long day for our law man but somebody had to do it. The fun starts on the north east side of the court square there is a medical salesman, (with feathers in his hair)putting on a show by popping the caps off pop bottles with a whip held by a young girl, He gets around to telling us he has an old Indian Medicine that will fix you up no matter what ails you from the top of your head to the screeking of your shoes.. Only a buck a bottle. On the other side of the court house is a preacher, the Rev.Ralph Aldridge, there about ever Saturday,preaching hell fire and brimstone)with no loud speaker he is doing his best to out do that medicine man that has a loud speaker but seems more people are interested in the medicine show for he has a pretty girl with him that is smileing so pretty, so that is where most of the crowd is, Mr. Hamilton Green is by the well southeast corner of the court square stomping his feet slinging his fists and telling the world or anybody that will lend him an ear that President Roosevelt is leading this country to hell in a hand basket. Teenage boys and girls are walking around the court square and I mean around and around, checking each other out by smiling and see who smiles back inc. Well here comes Mr. Bedford now and he has the loud speaker that wakes up the dead on his car and he is telling everybody that the show is about to start and you better be getting down to the theater now, ole Roy Rodgers is about to save Dale from a heard of wild buffalos, and will whop upon 15 bad guys and never get a scratch. Only 11 cents to see the show or 6 good hen eggs will get you in.and I have no money or eggs,but that's alright grandma Lolley said "going to them old picture shows would send you to hell for the bible said so",and from what Rev.Aldridge said hell is the place I care nothing about, and grandmo also said the devil would come after you in an iron buggy pulled by a iron horse. Mr.Happy Gilland is working hard selling peanuts and and so is Mr Streety,Freddy Ashley, is checking ever ones shoes and offering his services to shine them up for a dime.Shorty Duncan is checking ever one for news. There goes the old town clock, bong--bong-- bong, getting late now and time to go to the school bus I have had a fun day for a twelve year old boy.Joel Palmer

Joel, I loved your memory story!!. I remember going to Hamilton a few times, but I was very young. I was born in Hackleburg. Barbara Cochran Mitchell ----- Original Message ----- From: "Joel Palmer" <palm@sonet.net> To: <ALMARION-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, August 27, 2006 10:41 AM Subject: [ALMARION] Fw: as I remember on day in hamilton by Joel Palmer > > > > > > > > > > As I remember a Saturday in my hometown of Hamilton, Alabama, in the late > 1930s and 1940s. > > Saturday was the big fun day in Hamilton. My Dad would tell me "if we get > the plowing done or some other chore that I could go to town Saturday" .So > that put the want to in my heart to get it done.All country boys wanted to > go to town at that time. > > So when Saturday finely rolled around and about 9 0 clock I was standing > by the mail box with a dime in my pocket,waiting for Mr.Ott Davis to come > by and pick me up in his home made school bus. Ever Saturday he would come > rolling up and the door would fly open, hop in now and give him the dime > and we were on our way to let the good times roll. Looking back in the > three long seated bus were several smiling faces . Arriving in town Mr. > Davis would tell us he would be leaving for home at 3 o clock and if you > are here you can ride back( if you had another dime).But he never turned > no one down if they didn't have another dime.(good man Mr. Davis he would > say you can hand it to me some other time get in) > > Now to make it to the hot spot in town and that was the court house yard > all ways something exciting going on there under the large oak trees. > Marble games of all kinds some times a little beting on the games and that > was a bad no no law in Hamilton . So our one law officer, and he being > the only police officer Hamilton had day night seven days a week (no car > mule or anythang for transpation)had to keep an eye on these games. He had > other troubles too some of the old men folks setting on the cement fence > would sneak a drink of moonshine when he was not looking ,And there was > the town drunk to look for that would be coming staggern around. Saturday > was a long day for our law man but somebody had to do it. > > The fun starts on the north east side of the court square there is a > medical salesman, (with feathers in his hair)putting on a show by popping > the caps off pop bottles with a whip held by a young girl, He gets around > to telling us he has an old Indian Medicine that will fix you up no matter > what ails you from the top of your head to the screeking of your shoes.. > Only a buck a bottle. > > On the other side of the court house is a preacher, the Rev.Ralph > Aldridge, there about ever Saturday,preaching hell fire and brimstone)with > no loud speaker he is doing his best to out do that medicine man that has > a loud speaker but seems more people are interested in the medicine show > for he has a pretty girl with him that is smileing so pretty, so that is > where most of the crowd is, > > Mr. Hamilton Green is by the well southeast corner of the court square > stomping his feet slinging his fists and telling the world or anybody that > will lend him an ear that President Roosevelt is leading this country to > hell in a hand basket. > > Teenage boys and girls are walking around the court square and I mean > around and around, checking each other out by smiling and see who smiles > back inc. > > Well here comes Mr. Bedford now and he has the loud speaker that wakes > up the dead on his car and he is telling everybody that the show is about > to start and you better be getting down to the theater now, ole Roy > Rodgers is about to save Dale from a heard of wild buffalos, and will whop > upon 15 bad guys and never get a scratch. Only 11 cents to see the show or > 6 good hen eggs will get you in.and I have no money or eggs,but that's > alright grandma Lolley said "going to them old picture shows would send > you to hell for the bible said so",and from what Rev.Aldridge said hell > is the place I care nothing about, and grandmo also said the devil would > come after you in an iron buggy pulled by a iron horse. > > Mr.Happy Gilland is working hard selling peanuts and and so is Mr > Streety,Freddy Ashley, is checking ever ones shoes and offering his > services to shine them up for a dime.Shorty Duncan is checking ever one > for news. > > There goes the old town clock, bong--bong-- bong, getting late now and > time to go to the school bus I have had a fun day for a twelve year old > boy.Joel Palmer > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ALMARION-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >

Joel, This sounds like the beginning of a good chapter of a good book. So, you might as well go ahead and write the rest of the book. I'd name this chapter, "Saturday in Hamilton". Hector Autry Burleson Descendant On 8/27/06, Joel Palmer <palm@sonet.net> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > As I remember a Saturday in my hometown of Hamilton, Alabama, in the late > 1930s and 1940s. > > Saturday was the big fun day in Hamilton. My Dad would tell me "if we get > the plowing done or some other chore that I could go to town Saturday" .So > that put the want to in my heart to get it done.All country boys wanted to > go to town at that time. > > So when Saturday finely rolled around and about 9 0 clock I was standing > by the mail box with a dime in my pocket,waiting for Mr.Ott Davis to come > by and pick me up in his home made school bus. Ever Saturday he would come > rolling up and the door would fly open, hop in now and give him the dime > and we were on our way to let the good times roll. Looking back in the three > long seated bus were several smiling faces . Arriving in town Mr. Davis > would tell us he would be leaving for home at 3 o clock and if you are here > you can ride back( if you had another dime).But he never turned no one down > if they didn't have another dime.(good man Mr. Davis he would say you can > hand it to me some other time get in) > > Now to make it to the hot spot in town and that was the court house yard > all ways something exciting going on there under the large oak trees. Marble > games of all kinds some times a little beting on the games and that was a > bad no no law in Hamilton . So our one law officer, and he being the only > police officer Hamilton had day night seven days a week (no car mule or > anythang for transpation)had to keep an eye on these games. He had other > troubles too some of the old men folks setting on the cement fence would > sneak a drink of moonshine when he was not looking ,And there was the town > drunk to look for that would be coming staggern around. Saturday was a long > day for our law man but somebody had to do it. > > The fun starts on the north east side of the court square there is a > medical salesman, (with feathers in his hair)putting on a show by popping > the caps off pop bottles with a whip held by a young girl, He gets around to > telling us he has an old Indian Medicine that will fix you up no matter what > ails you from the top of your head to the screeking of your shoes.. Only a > buck a bottle. > > On the other side of the court house is a preacher, the Rev.RalphAldridge, there about ever Saturday,preaching hell fire and brimstone)with > no loud speaker he is doing his best to out do that medicine man that has a > loud speaker but seems more people are interested in the medicine show for > he has a pretty girl with him that is smileing so pretty, so that is where > most of the crowd is, > > Mr. Hamilton Green is by the well southeast corner of the court square > stomping his feet slinging his fists and telling the world or anybody that > will lend him an ear that President Roosevelt is leading this country to > hell in a hand basket. > > Teenage boys and girls are walking around the court square and I mean > around and around, checking each other out by smiling and see who smiles > back inc. > > Well here comes Mr. Bedford now and he has the loud speaker that wakes > up the dead on his car and he is telling everybody that the show is about to > start and you better be getting down to the theater now, ole Roy Rodgers is > about to save Dale from a heard of wild buffalos, and will whop upon 15 bad > guys and never get a scratch. Only 11 cents to see the show or 6 good hen > eggs will get you in.and I have no money or eggs,but that's alright > grandma Lolley said "going to them old picture shows would send you to hell > for the bible said so",and from what Rev.Aldridge said hell is the place > I care nothing about, and grandmo also said the devil would come after you > in an iron buggy pulled by a iron horse. > > Mr.Happy Gilland is working hard selling peanuts and and so is Mr > Streety,Freddy Ashley, is checking ever ones shoes and offering his services > to shine them up for a dime.Shorty Duncan is checking ever one for news. > > There goes the old town clock, bong--bong-- bong, getting late now and > time to go to the school bus I have had a fun day for a twelve year old > boy.Joel Palmer > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ALMARION-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >