Monday Memories: The Sights Of The Armpit


Be sure to hold back your ooohs and ahhhs….

Let’s take a tour around town.

As you come upon this town that time forgot, a drawbridge looms before you. It is in working order and provides a crossing over the arroyo. The road made a high humming sound as you went over. This noise could be translated into English by Wendy. The bridge usually said, “We missed you, Wendy!”

​Once you’re on the other side, to your left is the car wash my uncle made his riches from. Also to your left, across from the car wash, is the public library. You should not be surprised when I tell you Grandmother created that library. And ran it.

Main Street takes you through town. There’s no reason to stop because there’s no traffic. You pass by the junior high and the high school — built with bricks. You pass a church — Baptist. You pass the grocery store — family owned.

Then you pass my granddad’s business. The drugstore.

After that is the post office, and then a BUNCH of cotton and grapefruit.

There was a Luby’s. Wait, no. If you wanted to eat at a restaurant, you had to go to the big city. Which we did. On Thursdays. After choir practice at St. Helen’s. (Grandmother also directed the choir.)

When we went to Luby’s we always got a table in the back. We were assured the area because she always went early to save the seats.

And by she….I mean my namesake.