Now, up here in the Country, there ain't much to do on a Sunday afternoon. After Dinner (dinner is the meal in the middle of the day. City folks call it lunch), me and Cousin Wilson were playing "Roll Down The Hill" in the front yard close to the highway, when this car stopped. A man jumped out and grabbed Wilson, threw him in the car, and took off.

I ran in the house screaming " Somebody done stole Wilson !!!" Everyone got excited and Daddy called the Law.

Well, we got Wilson back. Come to find out that his Daddy just took him for a Fast Ride. Dog Gone, Wilson got to have all the fun. Sure beats playing "Roll Down The Hill".

Edward Wiggins

I spent a lot of time at my Grandparents' home in Beatrice, so it became my "second home", but we were always there at Christmas. Some of my favorite memories were the "gatherings" at Christmas at Daddy Joe's house in Excel, then later in Beatrice at Granddaddy & Granny's house. Those were always festive, lively, joyous times...getting to see all the Cousins and Kin...and eating all the wonderful food. The men were always in and out of the house...going to the cars...I didn't know why they loved going to the cars so much until I was older! (They had left "Jack Daniels" in the car and had to keep checking on him to see if he was okay!)

Those were wonderful, carefree days...and I treasure all the memories...             

Lynda Morgan Spann