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Dogs
Dogs were perhaps as important to a child growing up in Alexis as family. But they were not a part of the family in the modern sense. If you had called your dog your “fur baby” or referred to yourself as the “dog mommy” back then, you would have received confused looks. (“Doggy Daddy” did Continue reading
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Visiting the Ancestors
For Memorial Day, Joyce and I visited Bethel United Methodist Church near Denver, North Carolina. For those of you familiar with the area, it’s just down the road from Rock Springs Campground, where the Methodists (and others) have held a Camp Meeting every summer since about 1830. We went to Bethel because my ancestry.com robot Continue reading
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Uncle Marion
When his younger brother Marion became pastor of Sunset Road Baptist Church in Charlotte, Dad took all of us to hear him preach. As he began to speak to the congregation, he motioned toward us and welcomed us as visitors. “My brother Bobby was like Andrew in the Bible, for he introduced me to Christ,” Continue reading
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Uncle Ray’s Cars
I read recently that Volkswagen is resurrecting the Scout name, and it reminded me of Uncle Ray. Sounds a little odd, but here’s why: In case you didn’t know Ray Shelton, he was a born engineer, although he never got the chance to get a degree. On second thought, a degree might have just held Continue reading
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Side Hustles
When I was growing up in the 1950s and ’60s, money was usually tight. Although we didn’t use “hustle” to describe our extra jobs, almost everyone I knew did something or other to raise a little extra cash. Hustle, for those of you who don’t know the old lingo, was something your coach would encourage Continue reading
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A Marathon Trail
Joyce and I discovered the Pine Mountain Trail soon after we moved to Alabama. It’s actually in West Georgia, near Franklin Roosevelt’s Little White House. As it existed back in the late 1970s and early ’80s, it was just over 21 miles long, almost precisely the length of a marathon race. It snaked back and Continue reading
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Honeymoon for Four
My little brother Charles and I were very close throughout his life, and after I was married and moved away, we visited each other as often as we could. When he married Sophia Martin in May 1979, Joyce and I drove back to North Carolina from Opelika, Alabama, where we were living at the time. Continue reading
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How Bobby Met Marie, or The Year of Bobby Lineberger
Note: Because this piece is about Dad and Mom before they became parents, I have elected to call them by their first names. Keep in mind that Bobby turned 21 in 1948, while Marie was still a teen-ager. When Bobby returned home after his service in the Army, he declared that he had spent the Continue reading
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Scion of Charlemagne
(from my old blog, c.2010) Our families have had an on-again, off-again interest in genealogy over the years. Lately it’s been on-again in the Sheltons, my mother’s side of the extended family tree. From what I’ve learned lately, it might be time to stop shaking that tree. Dad always said if you shake your family Continue reading
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