My grandmother down in Spartanburg, S.C. had one when I was little (early 60's) and had a really beautiful straight back chair with the cane reworked to fit the slop jar. This was Sunday visiting my grandparents at there house: We'd get down there about lunch time, eat a really good lunch, then they'd cover the table (food and all) with a second table cloth until supper, we'd go in the living room and sing around the piano (no really, I ain't kidding) and my grandmother would get up and say she was going to "see George" which was code for going to poop, and about 30 minutes later after my grandaddy had disposed of "George" I'd go in and hang out with her and play with her silver dollars, she had a couple hundred in old country ham sacks. She also had a sack of (I really don't remember if they were) halves or dollars but they had "ladies with their boobs showing" that she always told me were the best ones. I was like 3 or 4 years old and I loved the feel of the silver dollars in my hands. I'd stack them up and push them over and run my hands over the piles. Five years later, she sold them all to a furniture store owner (Mr. Whitlock) for $1.50 each...just shoot me and get it over with, I was little and had no control over my grandmaws decisions. She also had a trunk full of confederate paper money that me and my cousins played store with, also long gone (thrown away or burned). The stuff was still plentiful when I was little, who knew? I bought one Charleston 10 dollar bill a few years ago and paid $30.00 for it because it reminded me of the ones my grandmother had 1,000's of.
My fondest memory though was reaching underneath that tablecloth and snagging myself a chicken leg about an hour before supper, I still remember the smell and taste...
Ramapirate is about to have a moment...
HH,
Ramapirate
