WEDNESDAY’S LIST ... of beans ’n greens ’n other things:
IF YOU’VE been reading here since along about the time Noah’s Ark came to rest on Mount Ararat, you know my roots are in Choccolocco Valley, a lovely place in another time of family farms and forever summertime.
To be more specific, the roots are in Pleasant Ridge, a place marked as a community by Pleasant Ridge Baptist Church and the cemetery across the road.
It is a place where I stop from time to time, walk through the cemetery and visit with family members long gone. I stand and look at the stones, at the mountains, and at the small church across the road. It is where I first heard my maternal grandfather, the Rev. George D. Cobb Sr., chase pagans, infidels and agnostics from his valley.
The small, white church where I rode hard benches and wished my grandfather would shut up has been replaced with a slightly larger brick. It is air-conditioned and the hand-held cardboard fans with a picture of Jesus are now merely collectors items.
With all of that said, thanks to Bill Edwards, there is this in the rearview mirror from the files of The Anniston Star, June 30, 1939:
“In social news from the Pleasant Ridge community, we learn that Mr. and Mrs. Milton Cobb of White Plains and Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Chapman visited Mrs. A.M. Cobb and family Sunday.
“Meanwhile, Rev. and Mrs. G.D. Cobb and children and Mr. and Mrs. J.B. Cobb attended the singing at Harmony Grove in Cleburne County Sunday."
My grandfather’s wife was Ludie Banks Cobb, J.B. was their second-oldest son. His wife’s name was Daisy.
Considering the fact we Cobbs and Chapmans (also some kin) dominated the news of the day, you could say I come from a very prominent family.
Hey, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
CHOICES ... or in this case, a no-choice.
An early-morning eye-opener on the way to the Peach Truck on Tuesday morning got a look at a couple of gas prices in Oxford.
The new Chevron at Quintard and Snow Street had $3.359 while the Grub Mart, heading back north, read $3.219
That’s a difference of 14 cents in a half-mile. Guess where I filled up? It was a no-brainer.
QUOTABLE: “I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the hands.” – Winston Churchill
BIRTHDAYS: July 3 — Kenneth Tankersley; July 7 – Sandy Rothwell and Destiney Gaddy; July 10 – Yvonne Hurston.
THEN THERE is the lady who makes my oatmeal taste a bit better on the mornings I give in and eat the stuff. Her name is Naomi Agnes Vice Smith. Among the smaller ones in our family she is also known as Neyna and Magic.
Her date of arrival was July 12 (I’m not about to tell you what year) and one of the happier days in my life was the day I deliberately messed up her typing lesson just to get her to notice me.
She did and I’m right proud to know her.
Her birthday present? If nobody catches the measles or whooping cough, the new kitchen should be ready for beans ’n greens ’n cornbread along about sundown Friday.
So ... applaud her and pray for me.
A FINAL NOTE: If you would like a birthday noted here you may let me know by email or phone. Both are listed at the end of today’s whatever.
We’d also love to have wedding anniversaries of 50 years or more.