One of the best things about living in a small town is that everybody knows everybody !

One of the worst things about living in a small town is that everybody knows everybody !

Isn’t that the truth ???????

So here are some smiles for the day , I hope  :

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A lovely lady in town had a dish to return to another lovely lady in town.  So, on a bright and cheerful Monday morning , she and the dish traveled across town for the surrender.

She walked through the carport to the back door, knocked , and then stuck her head in to call her friend , just as she had done dozens of times before.

Suddenly , around the corner came the husband of the friend , carrying a load of laundry————–and wearing NOTHING BUT A BASEBALL CAP !

Still wondering who turned around and ran the quickest !

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There has always been a railroad track in the middle of town , and drivers , for the most part , are cautious as they cross.

But one morning, my grandfather, W.S.Haley ,  ( Daddy Seab to me ) was seated in his office  ( office and cotton warehouse adjacent to track ) when he heard a crash.  Frightened , he ran out to check on the collision and offer assistance , when the driver of the car climbed out.

Daddy Seab quickly rushed to him , asking if he were all right and what had happened .

The elderly driver’s response :  ” WELL , I BLOWED AT IT ” !!!!!!!

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One spring morning two gentlemen , in suits and ties , knocked on my parents’ front door, asking to see Mr. Haley.  Mother quickly explained that he was at the office.  They responded that they had been there first and he was not there.

She then remembered that he had gone to one of the Haley-owned farms , checking on the cotton crop that was being weeded by mostly women.

Her response :  ” Oh , I’m sorry.  He had to check on his ‘HOERS’ !!!!!!! ”

My mother was a city girl, born and bred in Spartanburg and Charlotte, and was unaccustomed to much of rural life.  She did not know that the correct term was HOE HANDS.

Nobody ever saw the two gentlemen again .

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Back in the 30s a terrific tornado came through our little town.  Much damage to property was done , but no person was seriously hurt or killed.

One incident stands out.

A somewhat older man , who worked for my grandfather  , lived in a house that was furnished for employees.  He was in that house when the storm blew in and his small residence was lifted from its foundation , carried over town , and rested in the  cemetery.

Of course, the man was petrified and when stepping out of his grounded home and being surrounded by tombstones, he thought he had died.

When  my grandfather got to him,  his first words were,  ” Oh, Mr. Seab, you’re here in Heaven, too ” !!!!

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Life in a small Southern town ;  you can’t beat it.

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