I remember when, before the hospital
was built, there was a clinic [now owned by
the First Baptist Church]. Dr. B. C. Adams,
Dr. R. L. Carter, and Dr. T. A. Sappington
worked out of it as well as Dr. Arrington
who was a dentist. The clinic had clever
beds. There was a nurse in charge who had
to wait on patients and cook the meals.

I remember another another physician,
Dr. McKenzie, whose office was upstairs
above the City Drug Store [now the
location of Fincher's Jewelry]. Doctors
made house calls then. I remember a
friend, Herbert Reeves, needed his tonsils
removed so Dr. McKenzie moved the
kitchen table into the bedroom and did the
operation. I stood there and watched him.

I remember when Dr. R. E. Dallas had
a clinic across from the Big Apple Store
[now the location of Piggly Wiggly]. He
had a patient in his clinic who had to have
a penicillin shot every four hours during the
night. No nurse was available. When I told
Dr. Dallas that I was in the medics during
the World War II, he asked if I would give
the shots. I agreed and stayed the night and
gave them to the patient.

I remember when there was two-way
traffic around the courthouse. On New
Year's Eve, the town celebrated with
fireworks.  Young people would speed
around the Square, throwing firecrackers al
each other and at spectators. Boys even got
on top of the buildings and tossed theii
firecrackers. Things got out of hand and
the celebrations were stopped.

I remember when I was a kid, plenty of
wild blackberries grew in the woods behind
the Peerless Mill. I'd pick the berries quite
often, then come back by the Peerless to
sell them. Mr. Frank McDaniel would give
me ten cents for the berries. This made me
very happy. Back then children undet
twelve could get into the movie for a dime
and watch a cowboy picture. I could even
stay and see it twice.