Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1919-10-02
~YE oLDEN TIMES"
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refreshing, if for short time only,
we are able to forget our loneliness.
Let US take a short visit to the land
Of our younger days. 1t is the noon
hour and we are at school We are
under that large shady oak that stood
III front Of the little log school-house,
with its four seats and one window.
We boy~and girls are playing Ring
around a-rosie" and White as Milk,
soft silk There is that skinny"
Smith, got my girl by the hand. !
don't think it is very nice Of her to
let him hold her hand guess she
has forgot the time | killed that big
snake that was going to bite her.
Well the next time Mr. Snake may
bite her all he wants to. Eli just let
him bite.
Say Bill, are you going to John
Hewitt's log rolling? You bet am.
/ would not miss it for anything.
Here we are at Hewitt's. We divide
into gangs and the fun begins. Now
for a race. ''Whoop her up boys
Here we go up the hill. BY gum
them jayhawkers beat us up the hill
that time. Well say, you fellers can't
do it again. Toot-Toot TOGO. There
goes the horn for dinner. Oh, Boys,
look at that dinner, 2 big kittles full
of chicken-pot pie, sliced ham, hot
corn bread, wheat bread, milk, butter,
home made preserves, custard pie and
tree molasses. O my l wish ! had a
stomach as big as bed-tick, I'd fill
lit chock full.
/ Say Cam. are you going to Miller's
apple-cutting Tuesday night? You
bet your life am" says Cam The
apples are soon cut and the fun be-
gins. "Git yer pardners and lets
strip the wiIler Look out there Jake.
You nearly ran over me gittin' to that
girl Miss Mary will you-you strip
with me? yep" says Mary. Less
chase the SOURI, says Jud. Cant
you ketch squrl toodle doodle de. Kill
i'm when you ketch him toodle doodle
da" "Why didn't you kiss her Jud :?
Gaze she's bin eatin' ingins." Wal
jess look at Jake, he went to kiss
Mary Ann and bit on the yer"
Its time to 90 home. "Say Sail,
kin go hime with you? yep
Theefall work is all done, winter is
Il \ L. -.
meeting" at the old Union School
House. 1t is the lark of ther moon,' -
and most of the country is covered
with woods. The service commences
at "early candle light" so we go to
meeting while it is yet daylight, but
must have Eight" to get home. We
go out to the shed, get dry clap
board and make torch. All things
being ready we are off. Some Of the
early arrivals have gone to the woods
and gathered loads of dry bark and
the stove is "red hot" Some one
lights splinter and lights the candles
that are stuck in holes driven into
the wall. Some one starts to sing;
"Am ! a soldier, of the cross
A follower of the lamb?
And shall fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak His name"
This old song was sung in man
ner that almost raised the rafters.
Everybody knew the words, so there
was no need Of books.
The subject to night is 1.-THE
HANDWRITING ON THE WALL"
After the sermon the congregation
Stands up and sings, II will arise and
go to Jesus" Just look at them GO
ing to the mourner's BENCH. There
goes Noah Sipe, Jim Harris, Taylor
George, Marion Tallnan, Jim Yoak-
UNI and Bill Edmond on the mems
lside and Delilah Ware, Sarah Ann
Wilmoth, Carrie Street, Rachel Will
moth, Anzina Wilmoth, Jennie and
Augusta Bartlett, on the women's
lsida.
There's my mother, Aunt Polly Will
n til, and many others singing and
Lying with the mourners on that
siae while Noah Yoakum, Simon
sWick, John Bennett and others are
SINGING and praying with those on
+ II other side. Some one is CONVEX
I'D. Now we sing ooh, this old time
ION, plenty good enough for me,
Oh Halle, Hallelujah.'
We stand and sing the Doxology-
PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL
BLESSINGS FLOW" and are dismiss
ed. We then have a HAND SHAKE,
while we sing, ooh brothers now our
meetings out, and brothers we must
part"
Torches are seen in every direction
as we wend our ways to our LOG
houses and open wood fires.
/ If anyone doubts this picture, | beg
to refer him to r. r. George. ElihJ