Wednesday’s list ... of beans ’n greens ’n other things:
THE FIRST picture show:
In telling you about my Aunt Lois Phillips Cobb on Sunday, I mentioned how she came into the family, catching a ride on a Trailways bus driven by my uncle, George David Cobb Jr., who treated me like a son ’til he had one of his own.
But the affection we had for each other never waned.
And it was “Junior,” Lois Phillips’ bus driving “cowboy,” who carried me to see my very first “picture show,” a western at the theater in Oxford.
The rest of that story is he had a twin-fork bicycle and I rode the twin forks while he pedaled ... all the way from Pleasant Ridge to Oxford ... on dirt roads. I have no memory of the “picture show,” but I can still feel the breeze in my memory in a ride that had to have taken all, all, all day.
We lost Junior a number of years ago and hundreds of VHS cowboy movies now sit idle on shelves and in drawers in the home he shared with Aunt Lois for 54 years.
And did he ever love trains. Filling a double carport turned into a train collection that is, I’ve been told, is one of the best in the country. He took great delight in putting on an engineer’s cap and sending five or six trains circling the room.
Oh, along the way he had two or three 18-wheelers, several flatbed trailers he leased to Deaton Truck Lines, and cared for a number of cattle on a farm he had bought just because his father, the Rev. George David Cobb Sr., missed the farm he sold to the state in the early years of World War II.
He, like my Aunt Lois, was special and loved me with a warmth I still feel when I visit with him in my memories.
THE MEAT IS on the smokers at Jeff Key Auto Sales on U.S. 431 North next to Saks Baptist Church. That’s where the guys from the church will be Friday and Saturday and the smoke will be, well smoking.
Smoking are Boston butts, turkey breasts, chicken and ribs for your Christmas dining.
“Better come early,” says Oscar Robertson, “like 8:30 or 9 in the morning.”
Proceeds go to church charities, a big chunk for the kids. It’s good eating for a good cause and Oscar is right, the meat goes quickly.
IN COUNTRY SONG:
“Then the mother's old hands began to tremble,
“And she fought against tears in her eyes,
“But they came unashamed for there was no name,
“And she knew that her darling had died.”
Written by the late Ernest Tubb, “A Soldier’s Last Letter” is a World War II classic ... Google and listen.
Q: What did one toilet say to the other toilet?
A: You look flushed.
TOP TEEN: Meet Madison Wilson, a senior at Anniston High School, where she carries a lofty 3.91 GPA and has a 24 on her ACT.
A member of the National Honor Society, Madison is also in the Spanish Club, the FBLA, SGA, Legacy, Upward Bound, and the Robotics and Books Clubs.
Scholarship queen for the YESS Pageant, Madison has been working on her academics since 10th grade through Gadsden State Community College.
An area spokesperson for the Freedom Riders, among other things, she is also a Black Heritage Oratorical Winner.
“Madison is a highly motivated person with great enthusiasm and independent forward thinking,” says Sherry Baxter, senior high counselor. “She has a strong will and nothing will stop her in her drive for excellence in her work for performance. Madison sees herself working as a cultural anthropologist in the future.”
Proud parents are Stanley and Teri Wilson of Anniston.
Applause is in order ...
George Smith can be reached at 256-239-5386 or email: firstname.lastname@example.org.