2018-08-08 / Opinion

‘Moving Next to the Miller County Line’

By Roger “Buck” Davis

When I was a young boy, I remember my parents often visited Mr. Bob Jordan and his wife, Ruth. Their house was in Early County, so we would go and have supper or a Sunday afternoon get-together. Well, after moving to Blakely, Judy and I decided to renew that bond that my parents had with the Jordans, which turned out to be a great idea. Ms. Ruth told us they had a house on their farm they would rent to us, completely furnished, for the low price of $45 a month. That seemed like a bargain to us, so in less time than we could say “sure”, we had loaded all our possessions which consisted of a few pots and pans, baby bed, linens, and clothes. In one move, with the help of Jimmy Griffin’s pick-up, we were leaving our trailer to the country with cows in the front yard, hogs in the back, and people working for Mr. Bob, L.C., and Mary living on each side of us. The first thing we bought after the move was a window AC unit from Al Warrick at O’Tasco for $14 a month. He even came out and installed it. The freezer we were furnished was a six-lid old timey dip ice cream box that Ms. Ruth had gotten from an old store that was going to throw it away. We got some of Mom’s fresh shelled and blanched peas, beans, and corn to put in that freezer so that we could have some good country cooking later on. The washing machine that was furnished was a ringer type, and we had no dryer except for the good Lord’s sunshine after Judy hung them on the line. The small refrigerator furnished was on its last leg, so we went to Mr. Hickcox’s Sears Home Store and bought our first appliance on credit. It was an avocado green 18-cubic foot Kenmore with an ice maker for $18 a month. It was also delivered and hooked up. We thought we were living in high cotton and didn’t even have a cotton picker. That same fridge lasted us for 42 years before Judy decided to kiss it goodbye, but that’s another story.

By now I had purchased a used F-100 pick-up from Judy’s dad at the Ford place in Bainbridge. If you lived in the country, every man had to have a pickup. After we had settled in to our new home, we were sitting around one Saturday afternoon and saw a large horse with a golden haired young man in the saddle riding up to our house. The young man, Ronnie Still, stopped and introduced himself. He and his parents, Martin and Burnece Still, lived at the next house on the left. We now knew our neighbors and landlord, so I felt comfortable leaving Judy and Shane in the country while I went to work. Life was good. I was becoming more involved with the JC’s, in all their projects and fund-raisers. We had begun to call Blakely our home, to everyone we saw. Even when we went to my mom’s for lunch on Sunday, we would say, “Got to get back home to Early County” when it was time for us to leave. The really great thing about living in Lucille was that it was only 15 miles through the woods to Dad’s. When I had to go to Colquitt or Donalsonville to get a sample, it was just a hop and a skip from the house. One of the good old boys, Harry Warren and wife Maxie only lived five miles from us, so we paid quite a few visits to them. Their son Scott was just a little older than Shane. My cousin Thomas Earl and wife Marion with their son Todd had moved right down the road from us in the Still house.

It seemed like everybody was moving to the country in now good old Early County. I soon found out that a lot of the people living in Early County were related to the people in Miller County -- The Houstons, Sheffields, Tiners, Davises, and many more. It really is a small world. When you think about it, all the counties that join each other are all made up by the same people who settled this great country of ours many, many years ago. I even found out that my ancestors landed in North Carolina, traveled to Bluffton, Georgia, and settled there for several years before some of them moved on to good old Miller County. Be careful about talking about someone; they might be your kin.

Next week will explain the time I come home to our rented country home and tell my bride that we have joined the Blakely Town and Country Club.

May God Bless

RTD & Judy

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