My mom and my Aunt Carol were southern city slickers. They grew up in the city limits of Lynchburg in the 1950’s. Their parents however were not raised in the same way. In fact, my grandfather, Lacy Sublett, grew up on a farm in rural Campbell County. Naruna was and still is just a dot on a map. A place to get gas on a country road. A country drive to sing songs and read billboards, like Burma Shave.
Their grandfather John Thomas Sublett was a tobacco farmer. I have written about him specifically here. https://exploringbackwards.wordpress.com/2013/06/08/john-thomas-sublett/
My mother recently gave me some old photos. Several of the images were from the Sunday’s they would spend in the country at their grandparent’s home. Their cousins would be there also. I ask my mother and aunt for their memories of going to the country here is some of what they said.
On most Sundays, we went to the country, granny and grandpa Sublett house in Naurna. It had a chicken coop, smoke house for curing hams, not cigarettes, a big wheel to sharpen knives, out house, a water hand pump on the back porch, which we all drank from, same ladle. We read Burma Shave signs on the way down. We also held our arms out the window, letting the wind blow, and sing. Cars didn’t have any air conditioning.
They also had a clay tennis court, big deal during those days. We would play with these little rubber dolls, about 3-inches tall. We would play under a big tree that had moss under it. Would play for hours. My aunts, uncles, and cousins would be there. The adults would hand churn ice cream. It was delicious.
My mom wrote back: well, I just remember singing ‘Naruna, Naruna, we’re going to Naruna!’ So, that means that we were happy to go. Played with cars under a big tree that had lots of green moss underneath so guess we made roads, etc. Slopped the hogs. All the adults sat around in a circle and talked. They had a cherry tree, I can remember eating so many, and grandpa said they would give me a stomachache but I never had one. I loved climbing the mimosa tree because the branches were easy to climb and it wasn’t too high from the ground. Loved stopping by Jack’s Place in Rustburg either going on coming home. Loved their hot dogs with chili.
My Aunt Carol then wrote that my mother had tried to killer in the cherry tree. “Betty Lou almost kind me in the cherry tree. My brown sweater got caught on a branch and I was choking and Betty calmly went in and told the adults who came and rescued me.” My mother corrected her stating it was a mimosa tree but Carol still thinks it was the Cherry tree. By the way, my mom never discounted the tale of the attempted murder! Sisters!
If you find yourself with pictures that you do not want, just send them to me. I will put them to good use.
Here are some pictures from that time-period. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Until later, I will be exploring backwards!