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What West Union Means To Me
By Patricia Denner
The “I Remembers”
The remembering of a West Union incased, enclosed in a time period from the
early Thirties to the early Fifties where family members and the people who
were then the Town of West Union lived and laughed and loved.
Those twenty years of rich, pure and wholesome days in a place in time
between Eighteen Hundred and Eighty One and Two Thousand and Six.
West Union.
What does the Town of West Union mean to me?
Now the opportunity anytime I choose to travel back, to return by way of the
‘I REMEMBERS’ to those marvelous joy filled days of childhood innocence
spent in the Town of West Union.
This is what the Town of West Union means to me.
I REMEMBER walking with mama from Grandma Knight’s house to Riley Gain’s
store, passing by George Morgan’s house just this side of crossing the
bridge over the creek. He would tell mama that she was going to make me sick
because she bathed me so much.
I REMEMBER there had been a fire at Riley Gain’s store and when daddy and I
ate the 40% Bran Flakes, they tasted like smoke.
I REMEMBER the Underwoods and the Smiths lived up the road from grandma’s
house. Bernice Smith would stop in her car and ride me to school. I sat in
the back of the one room school building.
There was a barn across the road from grandma’s house where daddy would take
Pet, the Jersey cow, to milk her and put her in for the night.
There was my dog Queenie and grandma’s cat, (whose scars are till with me
because I insisted on petting her while she was eating).
I would cut out the people from the funny paper and they were my paper
dolls.
I REMEMBER there was a smoke house in the back yard with a sleeping room
upstairs. When the company came all the girl cousins slept there and the
older ones truly scared us with all the ghost stories.
Grandma’s house was pretty with bay windows and lots of ornate trim.
There was a big snowball bush in the front yard.
I REMEMBER the Sundays after the noon meal when the adults gathered around
the piano and sang hyms and the cousins played.
I REMEMBER mama being baptized in the creek that ran in front of grandma’s
house.
I REMEMBER Grandma and Grandpa Hursts little house. You had to cross the
creek on a high, swinging bridge.
I REMEMBER my cousins lived up across the meadow. They had a smokehouse too.
We cut out the strips from the comics and ran them across the upstairs
windows. They were our movie show. We took turns watching and climbing the
ladder to slide the strips across the window.
We played from daylight until dark.
I REMEMBER the lightening bugs in quart JARS.
Daddy had a green Chevrolet sedan with wood spoke wheels. He would stop at
the Gulf station on the way into West Union. They always had a free comic
page and daddy would go in the station and get one for me. Then he would
pump the gasoline up to the line on the glass top of the pump with the big
handle on the side. The gasoline always smelled good.
I REMEMBER coming into West Union and just at the top of the hill by the
railroad track there was a skating rink. When Alf Landon ran for President
of the United States I went with daddy to the skating rink and the walls
were filled with giant sunflowers It was the Republican Headquarters.
I REMEMBER the bank on the corner where my two cousins were tellers. The
drugstore, the mysterious mansion, the covered bridge, the dress shop, the
stores and the busy atmosphere of the main street.
I REMEMBER West Union.
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