By: Joe Mayfield
Country people know how to wave when they see someone driving toward them, or if they see a friend on a tractor plowing, there are certain ways to go about doing the right thing, in fulfilling your obligation to wave.
Martha's Way
Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice cream drips.
Maxine's Way
Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake! You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it, anyway!
Martha's Way
To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.
Maxine's Way
Buy Hungry Jack mashed potato mix and keep it in the pantry for up to a year.
Caroline Graham
a university student living in Australia.
They say that if you draw a map of everywhere you have ever been, what you actually draw is your own face. If that is true, Jesse Houston has probably seen it all.
The History of Halloween
By Jennifer Thompson
By Ella Goethe Henry
Ma Mayfield
Johnnie Headrick Mayfield age 57 in 1945
By: Joe Mayfield
During the 1940s and 1950s people had to have a way to take care of the everyday things that occurred, from cuts, to burns, or just a splinter. There was no way to go to the doctor every time someone had a scrape, or scratch, it was necessary that they know what to do to take care of themselves.
BEFORE IT WAS WRIGLEYVILLE
by Mike Fak
Authors Note: I was born in 1948 in Chicago Illinois. Until 1960 I lived at 3824 North Sheffield, just a block and a half from Cubs Park. The following is a compilation of memories that for whatever reason I found myself compelled to turn into this story.
A picture of Mike Fak in 1955 outside Horace Greeley School yard.
LETTER FROM A FARM KID, NOW AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT.
Dear Ma and Pa,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the
Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to
join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6
by Dale Castle
I’ve always wanted to talk to a person 100 years old. I finally got the opportunity last Saturday when I met Gladys Watkins. As I walked to her front door, I wondered what kind of shape a woman that age would be in. Surely, someone would answer the door for her and probably push her into the living room in a wheel chair. I’d probably have to almost yell to be heard and she wouldn’t be able to see me very well. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
By Laura Pearce
My mother was, as her mother had been, a farmer's daughter who became a farmer's wife.
She graduated, with honors, from a small Christian College in the Midwest, earning a degree in Home Economics. She taught High School in Letts, Iowa for two years during the war and is said to have liked her work and been well suited for it.