I personally enjoy the memories stories. They jog my mind and bring up memories I had long buried in there somewhere. I remember the Jewel Tea man and the Watkins dealers. I also remember the outhouse and could relate to that story. I remember going to a funeral in a church--I believe in Halltown--and there was no air conditioning and all the ladies and some men had those paper fans with religious pictures on one side. This was an August funeral and I had a paper fan in each hand. It still got so hot in the church that I was so glad when the minister was finished and I could go outside and get some AIR! This was my great-grandmother's funeral and I was only about five years old (late '50's) but I remember this because it was so hot. We did not have air conditioning at home but it was nicer than being in this old hot church. Speaking of air conditioning...my brother and I slept together for a few years and we use to fight over who was going to sleep on the side of the bed where the fan was! Pam Vick

Speaking of the Watkins man, after my Mother's death in 1985, I found some Watkins Vanilla Flavoring in the pantry. She was an excellent cook, and she always felt the Watkins Vanilla was superior to the brands in the grocery stores. Thanks for the Memory, Helen Gant Donald