Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-08-02
CrztIi:S and
Gravel
BY T. MOSES JONES

|
US just over the Iredell county line,
on the bridge which spans !, Third
| creek. Ot course we did not actually
spend whole day and night on that
bridge, but we left ourselves there
IN the narration of the story of our
trip. The day of these happenings
was last Tuesday. So on with the
story.
Statesvilie was soon reached, a city
CT ten thousand. How I did want to
run by and see Roger Dixon and his
family Roger had a sad trip home
several weeks ago at the death of
his mother. One of his neighbors,
Charles Edward King, another fine,
young fellow, brought Roger home 1
met Mr.. King and thought of him
and Roger as we passed so close
by their homes, but did not have
time to stop. 81
We also thought of Mrs, Deal, who
lives in Statesville. She is the moth
err of our Cousin Lima (Mrs. Richard)
Harris. We gave her a crepe myrtle
sprout several years ago and she did
SO want it to be deep pink, but it
| bloomed out the next spring just a
plain light pink. No, we, did not
| get to see Mrs. Deal, either.
| One of the road signs pointing to
the left along the road said Oxford
school miles. But that was not our
Oxford school. Another sign pointed
| to Salem church, which, also, was not
our Salem. We had by now left be-
hind the mountains and the mountain
| oh min n
and it was then past six o'clock. We
passed near the town of Wocdleaf,
where Mrs. Wetmore, mother of Dare
Wetmo1e, an old friend of mine, was
buried some years ago. They were
living at Oxford at the time but she
was then visiting her daughter near
Kinston. But their old home was at
| Woodleaf, where her husband had
been buried.
Another county line, the South
| Yadkin river, and we crossed into
Davie County. There we saw the
first real tobacco patch this side of
| the mountains. It looked good to be
that near home again Hunting Creek
and Bear Creek and into Mocksville,
population 1,500. We had asked for
battery water at half a dozen filling
stations where there was none, but
r. L. Walker, at his Good Gulf sta
| ton, furnished water for the batter
les and another filling of gas.
While he fixed things up for us,
we walked around and stretched our
tired limbs a few minutes and ate
several of the peaches we had bought
some time before. We left Rockville
0,o
folks say, "We'll, I'm a Dutchman!'
And right there we crossed Dutch
man creek and then Cedar creek. But
we did not see any Cedars of Lebanon.
nor any other kind of cedars, but a
welcome sign caught our eyes which
read, Winston-Salem 20 miles.
The longest bridge of our whole
trip crossed the Yadkin river, and We
found ourselves inside the bounda-
ries of Forsyth county. At the Forest
Hills Farm we saw hundreds of milk
cows. I imagined they furnished part
of the. milk for the city of Winston
Salem. A rabbit crossed our path
lust before we crossed Muddy creek.
We passed Atwood and Hanes and at
last found ourselves in the corporate
limits of Winston-Salem.
We drove on for some time until
we reached a Good Gulf station,
where there was a city directory. We
found the name "B. C. Thomas, en-
ployee of the Fepsi-Cola Company
1880 Franklin St." and were direct
ed to keep straight for several blocks
until we reached a church. then turn
left and go down long hill and w
another and then inquire for Frank
lin street. So we followed instruc
! lions and reached our destination TO-
the night at 7:40, having travelled POI
miles since nine that morning, riding
down miles of dangerous mountain
roads, missing our way once, looking
for relatives, having tire trouble
and stopping to eat and drink ano
stretch.
B. c.. and Cousin Minnie were on
the porch when we arrived, ano
would almost as soon have been look
ing for the President as for us at the
moment. In very little more time
than it takes to tell, they had us
n supper of real friend country ham
eggs, hot coffee, and ice water. we
could have wished for nothing more
So we ate and drank and drank anC
ate. Luther Williams, nephew Of
Mr.. Wilkerson, works in the office
at the Hanes plant. He came over
to see us.
When B. c.. took Luther back tt
the where he stays, we men folks
went along and rode uptown and saw
few of the bright lights and tai
buildings. It was my first trip te
Winston-Salem, but I have many
times heard by brother years ago tel
about that big city. John (now dead
spent a winter there in the home o
my uncle, Marvin, Rev. M. w. He's
ter. That was about twenty-five years
ago. t
B. C. and Cousin Minnie live on one
of the quietest streets of the whole
city, so he said The traffic noise
is not so great. They have four chill