|Farm Fresh Memories|
|STORYTELLIN’ IN FLAT ROCK… “LET ME TELL MINE!!!”|
THIS IS A “TRUE STORY”— REALLY (HONEST), IT’S A “TRUE STORY”—YOU DECIDE???
It’s Monday of just nigh past high noon and there’s a heavy dustin’ of store regulars accumulated around the old potbellied heater inside The Flat Rock General Store. Slim was a totalin’ up my damages on a brown paper poke, for a small Coca Cola and fried-brown bologna on a light toasted bun with tomato, heavy mayo and Cheddar cheese. I paid Slim four dollars and a quarter for the damages and pulled a Coca Cola case long side Bro., sittin’ on a sack of layin’ mash standin’ string openin’ end up.
Estelle was standin’ holdin’ a red marker and appeared to be holdin’ class for all the congregated folk as there were several writin’ words scribbled cross the four-foot-long piece of white butcher paper attached to the rear wall.
Actual, as I took my seat, "Truth" had the floor and the first words I heard come from his mouth was "this is a true story." That’s when all those folks gathered in hearin’ started laughin’ near-full out-loud. Here Estelle stepped front and center, took the floor and started doin’ hand wavin’ holdin’ her red marker. She was attemptin’ to substantiate, verify on "Truth’s" storytellin’ as she allowed "really, honest, it is a true story."
Seems in "Truth’s" storytellin’ he personal had been misundertook for Coach Saban on three different occasions in places cross Northwest Alabama, over the past three months. Turns out, accordin’ to Estelle, Coach Saban was really Coach Lou Saban, coach of the Midway mini midget football team, and him and "Truth," accordin’ to Estelle, did take on similar stature. Actual based on Estelle’s verification, "Truth’s" storytellin’ was oddly, but purely real—case closed.
At this point, Estelle was back to applyin’ more red marker to the white butcher paper. Seems she was a makin’ wall notes for store shoppin’/payin’ customers, at Slim’s requestin’, ‘bout some comin’ near store specials. As she finished off her red marker white butcher paper lower-line writin’, just directly the widow Cora took the floor. She was a followin’ "Truth" in storytellin’. She comminst to recollectin’ on her late husband Ab’s two loggin’ horses and the pure fact at that opportunity, their pet goat would actual ride stride the backside of one or the other of those loggin’ horses as they dragged out logs for lumber haulin’ and makin’ purposes. Here, if I ain’t sittin’ on this Coca Cola case a finishin’ off my bunned bologna and small Coca Cola, the widow Cora testified out loud "this is a true story."
Just here the old clock struck on one P.M. and several gathered folk started t’ward the old, double-front doors for early evenin’ job workin’ purposes.
Estelle waved a goodbye howdy directly at "Truth" as she headed out for one of them Monday by-appointment-only two-hour cut-and-perm sessions down to her hair factory.
I opted on leavin’ too for some early evenin’ garden workin’ duties. As I collected myself in my pickup and drove off from The Flat Rock General Store, I started recollectin’ on some personal storytellin’ through the years past. There’s the one ‘bout haulin’ a load of chickenhouse warmin’ coal home from Walker County comin’ off Nebo Hill and there’s no brakes on a ten-ton load of coal and course gearin’ down blew the engine—-yep, "this is a true story." There’s Kamron, my first grandson, and his comments about all that "Good Equipment;" Kole, my second grandson’s, story ‘bout Jesus is in heaven, "I got the video;" Dustin’s talkin’ ‘bout his third goodest tennis shoes—-"really, honest these are all true stories."
There are so very many "True Stories" I could never ever pencil ‘em all down. Thinkin’ back on it through the years, maybe they’re not all "True Stories," but most are good for a laugh. Hey, it just might even inspire "storytellin" from other folk. Now, please, "let me tell mine!!!"
REMEMBER YOUR HERITAGE!!! ALWAYS, THINK GOOD MEMORIES!!!
I am always excited to hear of another Farm Fresh Memories reader—(number six! Ha!) Mr. Dickey Flowers of Pike Road, Montgomery County—Thank You!!! I may get Estelle to pencil down your name clear on the rear wall of The Store on white butcher paper in red marker.
Joe Potter, Potter’s Mud Creek Farm is located at 5840 County Road 339 (County Line Road), Russellville, near “Our” Flat Rock, in Lawrence County; e-mail: