When I was growing up in and around Conroe, Texas, there were still quite a few farms. Watermelons were a substantial source of income especially in the area west of Conroe. I doubt farming can compete with the real estate developers today as Conroe and Houston are almost the same now.
All these watermelons were a temptation for boys on a hot early summer night--sneak in to a patch and pick a couple to enjoy the sweetness. We figured the farmer had calculated that in to the price of raising the melons. Much earlier when we lived in Louisiana I can remember walking through a melon patch on the way to a favorite pond for a swim. The harvest was over by this time but still many melons left. So many in fact that we did not hesitate to crack them open and just scoop out the heart to eat and then go to the next.
I got my driver's license shortly after turning 14 in the fall of 1951. We had a 51 Chevrolet pickup (it was loaded with two extras--radio and deluxe heater) and a 51 Kaiser Special. I learned to drive in the pickup but soon graduated to the Kaiser since my dad used the pickup for work. My mom did not drive so I had the job of taking her to the grocery store and on other short trips. At some point I drove for a trip she and my brother and I took to see her family in San Antonio. That was either in the summer of 1952 or 1953. I thought I was pretty important by then!
I pretty much had permission to drive the car on almost any night especially in the summer. And my dad had an account at the local flying red horse (Magnolia) station so I could fill it up when needed. Sometimes the other boys along with me would throw in some change to get gas which was as I recall was around 25 cents per gallon.
Anyway some local guy had managed to get his car shot at by a farmer and had the damage to show for it. Of course we had to try to prove we could do the job without getting shot at. We may have thought the guy had invented his story or maybe we were just stupid...
After some long-term planning (about 15 or less minutes probably) we had our master plan for the job. We would drive out to the area and drive up and down the road which split the patch into two sections. We figured if there was anyone on guard we would spot him for sure I guess. As I recall the moon was close to full and there was reasonable visibility into the patch even with the lights off. Of course there was also good visibility for someone to see a car driving up the road, turning around, and then repeating the trip from the other direction. Naturally that was not included in our long-term plan.
Anyway the all clear was given and the caper was on. I stopped the car and the guys hit the field in a sprint. All but Skeeter made it back and into the car. His door was open and he was starting to load a melon in when the shots were fired. I hit the gas and Skeeter grabbed on to the door and managed to get in the car. We could hear the rock salt (I guess it was) hitting the metal. It sounded like cannon balls to me and I could visualize the holes in the car. Fortunately for us the rock salt shot did not do any damage to the car or to us.
I can't recall for sure but this may have been our last watermelon heist.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Dad's Birthday--trips from long ago
If my Dad was living he would have been 103 July 14. My brother called me that day and we talked about when we were kids living in Louisiana. I am about 20 months older then he is.
One of his memories was going to Shreveport to eat Mexican food. This was always a treat. Dad was a big fan of Mexican food and even when he was in the last years of his life he liked to have a kind of burrito casserole that I prepared for him. He was known as Mollie to friends and relatives when much younger because he was always making hot tamales. Mom said she used to get a little disturbed at him for this since he would use up needed food items to make tamales.
My brother also remembered that we used to drive to an area near Shreveport (Greenwood I think) to swim in a large facility that would likely be a water park if it were around today. We both recalled it was large and fun. I think it was shut down due to some scare about polio.
My Dad liked to scare us by driving fast up hills on the unpaved roads we traveled. This was of course before seat belts and my brother and I would bounce up and down in the back seat almost hitting the roof when we topped over the hills. We thought it was fun!
In those days the little town where we lived was connected only by gravel roads to the outside world. And actually the paved roads were not very good. It used to be said that boundary line between Texas and Louisiana did not need to be marked because the highway always narrowed by two feet at the border. It was always dusty from traffic and it was a big day when the town people had the road through town oiled to lessen the dust. The road was eventually paved about the time we moved away to Texas.
I was thinking after my brother's call about another big event that took place in Shreveport and that was the Louisiana Hayride. We attended the "farewell" Hank Williams show when he was leaving the Hayride to join the Grand Ole Opry. I had to look up the date for that and it was June 3, 1949 so we would have been traveling in our 48 Frazer Manhattan my Dad had bought the previous summer. Adults had to pay 60 cents and kids 30 cents for admission according to the source I found. We left the show while Hank was still doing encores. We listened on the car radio as we drove. I remember the announcer saying something like "the next 30 minutes of the Lovesick Blues will be brought to you by...." Later in the summer we moved back to Texas.
Any trip out of our town was an adventure but these trips were special. The "biggest" trip ever was a family vacation to Colorado, but that's a story for another day.
One of his memories was going to Shreveport to eat Mexican food. This was always a treat. Dad was a big fan of Mexican food and even when he was in the last years of his life he liked to have a kind of burrito casserole that I prepared for him. He was known as Mollie to friends and relatives when much younger because he was always making hot tamales. Mom said she used to get a little disturbed at him for this since he would use up needed food items to make tamales.
My brother also remembered that we used to drive to an area near Shreveport (Greenwood I think) to swim in a large facility that would likely be a water park if it were around today. We both recalled it was large and fun. I think it was shut down due to some scare about polio.
My Dad liked to scare us by driving fast up hills on the unpaved roads we traveled. This was of course before seat belts and my brother and I would bounce up and down in the back seat almost hitting the roof when we topped over the hills. We thought it was fun!
In those days the little town where we lived was connected only by gravel roads to the outside world. And actually the paved roads were not very good. It used to be said that boundary line between Texas and Louisiana did not need to be marked because the highway always narrowed by two feet at the border. It was always dusty from traffic and it was a big day when the town people had the road through town oiled to lessen the dust. The road was eventually paved about the time we moved away to Texas.
I was thinking after my brother's call about another big event that took place in Shreveport and that was the Louisiana Hayride. We attended the "farewell" Hank Williams show when he was leaving the Hayride to join the Grand Ole Opry. I had to look up the date for that and it was June 3, 1949 so we would have been traveling in our 48 Frazer Manhattan my Dad had bought the previous summer. Adults had to pay 60 cents and kids 30 cents for admission according to the source I found. We left the show while Hank was still doing encores. We listened on the car radio as we drove. I remember the announcer saying something like "the next 30 minutes of the Lovesick Blues will be brought to you by...." Later in the summer we moved back to Texas.
Any trip out of our town was an adventure but these trips were special. The "biggest" trip ever was a family vacation to Colorado, but that's a story for another day.
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