One thing I recall is when the bank was robbed for the first time. The bank was located in the building next to where the Post Office is now located.

We lived in my grandmother's house, which stood where the Hendersons now live. Mabel and I were playing in the yard. I walked out to the end of the walk that ran in front of the house, to wait for Mama, who would be coming home from work soon. When a man came running by, with a dark sack or bag in his hand. Several men came chasing after him. Mr. Frank Poster stopped long enough to tell us to go inside. I didn't know what was taking place. There was a lot of shooting. When Mama came and told us the story, the robber was stopped on the cemetery hill and the money was recovered.

Sometime later we moved to the other side of town, just above the "big spring", which furnished most of the towns people with water. It also provided a gathering place for visits and exchange of news of the latest happenings.

Mr. Joe Porter owned a small store, just above Carrie Ratledges. The store was on a rise and there were several steps before you reached the store. Once you were on the porch you would ring a door bell and wait for Mr. Porter to come from the house and let you in. This is where we spent our pennies and nickels, which were few. Once inside we would go to the candy case.

There he had provided a wooden bench for the children to stand on and check out the candy. Then we would try to decide how or what to spend our money for. I am sure it took a good five minutes or more. As I look back, he must have had the patience of Job to make so many trips from the house to the store daily and most of the time it was for just a few pennies. But he was never cross or said an unkind word to us. It was always, Thank You and Come Back.

Lucille Sewell