Cousin Kevin
When I was probably 14 or so, our cousin Kevin who was 9 or 10 had a moped.  I hope that is the correct spelling.  Anyway he lived just down the road from us.  Kevin was and still is quite lucky.  He always had the newest bicycle and so therefore the next step was the moped.  Well, only 2 people were suppose to ride it at one time, but that didn't stop us.  Although there is 6 years difference between my sister and I, we were joined at the hip.  I don't know whose idea it was but anyway the three of us decided to go for a ride.  They were building new Highway 341 at the time, so the highway we use now was dirt.  Dixon Road was dirt.  Our road was dirt.  Get the picture?  We left our house and did quite well going south on the new "highway".  Then Kevin decides we need to ride up Dixon Road.  That was fine except the road had quite an incline at the beginning and was very sandy.  Kevin decided to gun it so we could get on up to the top.  Well,  I slid off the back, then Kevin lost control and he and Lynn fell off.  We were all laughing so hard we were almost crying.  This was fun and safe we thought.  Of course at that age, I don't think we were too concerned about safety.  I mean, what could possibly happen.  Bear in mind, that none of the parents knew where we were.  Oh, they knew we weren't far.  Mama would come outside ever so often and call our names.  We'd answer and she'd say, "Just wanted to know where you were?"  Well, here we are.  The three of us all sprawled out in the middle of Dixon Road just laughing our heads off, (I guess you'd have to be there), when what do my wondering eyes should appear, but a big white car flying down the road!!!!!   I screamed at everyone to get out of the road, Lynn and I did, but Kevin had to save the moped.  He ran, picked it and scurried to the side of the road.  I just knew we were going to all get run over and I had no way of explaining why we were where we were.  As it turned out, everyone was fine and as the car was passing us with the dirt flying everywhere, all I could see was a pair of white eyes going by.  I think we scarred the driver as much as she scarred us.  Needless to say, we went on back home, hoping no one ever told our parents.  To this day, as far as we know, they never knew.  We never rode the moped up there anymore.  The Good Lord was looking out for us on that trip and we weren't taking any more chances.  At least on that road.  We road that moped up and down our road I don't know how many times.  Just about every day during the summer.  Those were some of the fun times and I shall always remember Kevin and all the fun we used to have all summer long.  Submitted by Elaine Westberry ←

My sister Lynn
When I was about 9 or 10 our road in Musella was dirt as was most all the "side" roads. One morning, had to be Saturday since Daddy worked all week and if it was Sunday, we would have been in Sunday School. Well, Daddy decided he needed some medicine for our dog, Laddy. It was that blue spray stuff that people put on dogs when they had sores, etc. Albert Spillers had some he used on his cows. Daddy went to the truck and of course Lynn, my 4 or 5 year old sister decided she wanted to go too. Well, Daddy said no he'd be right back. Lynn was never good at understanding that no meant no and there was no discussion. Probably because when Mama said no there would be discussion and Mama would give in. Didn't work with Daddy. He left in his truck and of course Lynn went into a screaming tangent. Finally, Mama said "Well just go on then"!! or something to that affect. I was in another part of the house. One usually wanted to be in the next county when Mama and Lynn had these discussions. A few minutes later, Mama asked me where Lynn was. I said that I didn't know. We looked hide and hair and no Lynn. I can remember saying to Mama, "Well, you told her she could go so maybe she went." With that statement we, cause Mama wasn't going to leave me home alone, jumped in our 1950 Ford and hauled tail up to Albert's place. We had to cross US Highway 341 and straight up the hill, which is now Salem Church Road. We arrived at the top of the hill in record time, with dirt just a-flying behind us. Mama slammed on breaks causing the dust to fly by us like some gigantic fan was blowing. A very nice black lady stopped us and there was Lynn holding her hand. She had really gotten a good ways. And there was a
lot of traffic on Highway 341 back then. So that was scary how she had crossed the highway all by herself. The nice lady told Mama that she stopped her, cause she new she didn't belong up there and she felt sure someone would come looking before long. Mama thanked her dearly, put her in the car and we turned around and went home. Lynn received a good whipping when we got home. I always believed that that was one, and the only one, whipping she got that she didn't deserve. After all, Mama told her she could go. But that's the way things were. I just always remember all that dirt flying around and how people back then really looked out for people. Especially kids. By the time Daddy came home all the drama had ended. But I would be willing to bet that Mama broke some kind of speed record that day and she never, never told Lynn she could just" GO ON THEN." The End.  Submitted by Elaine Westberry ←