I grew up in Sharpe, a little community in Marshall County, Kentucky. It consisted of two groceries, a doctor’s office, an elementary school and several churches. Sharpe was a close-knit community between Paducah and Benton where everyone knew their neighbors and looked out for one another. U.S. Highway 68 was the only paved road that ran through Sharpe; all the side roads were gravel.
We lived in a four-room cinder-block house on the Bottom Road just off Highway 68. The house consisted of a living room, two bedrooms and a kitchen; nope, there was no bathroom. Each room was wallpapered and the floors were wood with vinyl rugs on them and screamed every time you walked across them. Since there was no insulation, field mice would gnaw on the walls to make a place to build their nests. I can just picture how I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the mice gnawing on my walls. Yep, there were holes in the walls where the mice actually made it through to the room. Now, that reminds me of a time when my dad asked me to help him kill a mouse, but I’ll save that for another day.
We had a little well-house out back which held the wringer-washer and shower. If you don’t remember what a wringer-washer was, let me tell you that thing was scary. When I think back about it, I picture the robot on Lost in Space. The wringer part was very dangerous, but fascinating – I mean to watch clothes and towels run through it; how fun was that. However, folks were known to get their fingers or arms caught in the wringer and their skin was pulled off. So, we were never allowed to go near the well-house when mom was doing laundry. Anyway, once she finished washing and rinsing the clothes, she would hang them on the clothes line to dry. To this day, I still remember how good the bed sheets smelled after hanging outside all day.
Our little house was cozy and a lot of great memories were made there. We had very little in the material nature, but we were a family and each night we would gather at the table for a good home-cooked meal.
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