The Old Man on June 1st, 2014
My Brother, all four of our Cousin’s, and myself were playing outside one hot summer day at my Uncles house in Georgia. We all climbed into a tobacco sled to have some fun imagining the Mule was hooked up to the Tobacco sled.
My Brother being the oldest grabbed the reins and started doing the clicking noise to make the Mule start pulling the sled. We were all riding around the fields hooting and hollering while waving our arms! We were all laughing so hard we had tears running down the sides of our cheeks.
We were all having so much fun until someone hollered “There’s a Snake in the tobacco Sled!”.
My Brother and Cousin’s were jumping out of the tobacco sled just as fast as they could move. I, being so smart decided that I was small enough to crawl through the slats on the side of the sled. Much to my surprise I wasn’t quite as small as I thought I was. My head got stuck between two of the slates, and there was no getting out! I was hollering and crying for for help, knowing that snake had to be well on his way towards! I was stomping my feet to try and scare the snake away. One of my Cousins ran to get my Uncle Carson. He had to saw the boards in two to get my head out.
Thank God the Snake did take that opportunity to bite me!
The Old Man on August 3rd, 2013
I had to go to the pharmacy to get my prescription filled knowing I would have to wait thirty minutes or more as usually. Standing at the counter one of the staff workers walked up and I said, hi Bob how are you doing? He looked at me with a smile and said my name is not Bob, I started laughing and pointed to his badge, his face turned a little red and he quickly turned the badge around. One of the other staff workers started laughing and said it happens all the time. By now all the employees were checking their badges and laughing it was hilarious for a minute. I handed him one of my cards and asked for my prescription he looked at the card and said I will have your prescription ready in one minute. As I went to sit down I was thinking to myself, in a million years. To my surprise he called my name out loud, less than one minute Mr. Glisson with a smile on his face. We started laughing and had ever one involved. It was hilarious, seeing every one laughing. It’s good to know you can still have a good laugh when you are spending your money.
The Old Man on May 12th, 2013
Well its time I found out more about the arrowhead I found in the forest. So I made a few phone calls and a friend of mind gave me a name of some who may be able to help me. The person I called said come on over and he would take a look at it. Arriving at his home and to my amazement the old gentleman was and Indian. He invited me in. I asked him if he was Cherokee Indian and he said “yes” I. told him I was part Cherokee Indian.
He asked if I would like a cup of coffee, I replied “that would be nice”. He asked me to come on in to his sitting room and have a seat. He said “let me have a look at the arrowhead you found”. While he was looking at the arrow head I was looking around the room; it was decorated with all kinds of beautiful Indian relics. He asked me “where did you, find this arrowhead?” and I told him in the middle of a forest in Carolina. I gave him the exact location of the area. He sat calmly for a few minutes and then said it looks like a Cherokee arrowhead. “My mother and Father left the tribe many years ago and went to a forest in the same location you described, and lived there for about four years”. We both sat silently for a few minutes. I was wondering if this could be in the same place that his Father and Mother moved to. The old Indian looked up at me with a smile and asked “are you thinking the same thing I am”? I replied “I think so”. He said “maybe this arrowhead belonged to my Father”. But I guess we will never know for sure, but it is something to think about! It would bring back some good memories of his Mother and Father.
I told Him I enjoyed the meeting with him, and thanked him for the good coffee. We shook hands and I thanked him for all the information.