There are a few things going on recently that I want to share with you.

More than just the news that it appears Spring has FINALLY made an appearance in Pike County!

John Dedman, who authors the Winslow Eskimo alumni site at  has asked me to help him out.  Someday I will follow in his footsteps and keep the website going.   I am honored that he chose me to carry on the tradition.  He wants to start adding some history of Pike Central, because Eskimos do become Chargers.  Can you believe in 2015 Pike Central will be 40 years old?  We may start adding some Winslow Elementary Eskimo photos.  We are playing around with ideas to keep it active and alive.  We will always, always have the hallowed halls of Winslow High School and the beloved Winslow Eskimo teams front and foremost.   I miss those nights when you looked forward to filling that little gym to the brim and cheering on the Eskimos!!!  Nothing can replace those glory days of small town basketball.

The project that has been so near and dear to me and many others with an interest in genealogy and the history of Pike County…..hearts and minds have been changed.  The Pike County Genealogy and History Center will be happening in the old Barrett Memorial Library building.  I am sure Mrs. Barrett would be pleased with this turn of events.

The future is looking bright!!!

The future is looking bright!!!


The Genealogical Society is now accepting pledges of monetary support.  I know many of you in the past have offered support if the project would move forward.   There are some upgrades to the building that need to be completed to make it compliant.  If you would like to make a pledge, email me your name, address and the amount you wish to pledge.  Don’t do it on here in the comments.  Don’t send a check yet.  Contact me at and I will get your name on the list.







A Winter Night & Remembering A Summer Morning

A few weeks of snow and ice and a little cabin fever has started to set in.  Christmas activities have been postponed or cancelled the past couple of weeks.   The Winslow Christmas Parade was rescheduled for tomorrow,  which I like that it is closer to Christmas.  I only hope the rains hold off for it now.

A little over a week ago looking north up my street.

A little over a week ago looking north up my street at the Methodist Church.

Tonight I am remembering an idyllic summer morning  in September.    I was invited by the Lamey’s to ride along on the 6th Annual Antique Tractor Drive and take some pictures.  I rode on a tram car with some other fine folks out enjoying the blue sky and rumbling of tractors.  It was such a peaceful morning wandering through the countryside of Pike County.  Each year with the help of Pike Central’s Art Department they put together a dvd with the history of the area we are driving through.  

Ordering information is in this blogpost:

I only rode for half of the trip.  We started in Hosmer or Glezen (whatever you prefer to call it), down through Littles, trailed around to Sugar Ridge, a little stretch up the highway then off of 1/2 Mile Hill, back to the Line Road, a drive thru at the nursing homes,  and down around until we ended up at Hornady Park for lunch.  

I would like to share my photos with you and maybe you can imagine the warm summer sun shining down on you this fine winter night.

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Summertime and Family Reunions

Last year I received a dvd made up of old 8 mm family movies from my Aunt Bev.  There was a clip of some of our family reunions on it, taken by my Uncle Billy Joe at my grandma’s house in Maryville.  

While I am working on my genealogy, I have noticed how  family reunions nowadays are being planned.  Games, themes, pricey door prizes, matching t shirts and the like.   It made me think of our reunions when I was growing up.  Ours were not like that.  They were generally in a field or someone’s backyard.  They consisted of the men BSing each other at the washer holes, good homemade food, old ladies gossiping in webbed lawn chairs and a lot of running and playing if you were one of us kids.   I usually went home and broke out in a miserable case of poison ivy a few days later from wallering in the woods.  Probably partly due to the fact I was wearing dresses.  

I am the little girl in a dress in the front of this picture. It was the mid 1960s and I remember that dress. It was blue, very pretty and barnyard appropriate 🙂   I believe David Joe is beside me.  Karla Sue is at the end of the table.  Billy Joe and Bev are getting their food.  This was a reunion in Kentucky.

Bev is talking to Ma Bolin.  Aunt Clara and Aunt Ruth are the others I think.  This is the same reunion in Kentucky.  We would take the ferry over from Cannelton to Hawesville.  That was something to look forward to for us kids.

Several of our reunions were in Hawesville, Kentucky.  Someone down there made the best cherry pie in the world.  I knew this and looked forward to that cherry pie each year.  I am sure they picked and pitted the cherries and made the crust homemade.   My mouth is watering writing about it.

One of the scariest funniest things that ever happened down there was when a  smart aleck boy ate mistletoe berries.  We were all out in the woods playing.  The boys were always having a “pissing contest” with each other.   They were usually in two factions.  The home boys and the visiting boys and they were all wilder than march hares.  I’m sure it was a dare.  But for whatever stupid reason he ate the berries off of some wild mistletoe growing up in a tree.  Then everyone got scared.  Someone said the words, “it’s poison, he’ll die” and we all took off running back to the Momma’s.   So all of the Momma’s gather round him and start talking about what they can whip up to make him puke.  I don’t know what they finally did, but I can still to this day see that dumb kid puking in the middle of the circle of the Momma’s.

If I remembered more he probably got his butt whipped too.  That’s usually what happened when you scared the Momma’s.

A get together of Bolin’s at my Grandma’s house in Maryville. Faye, Susie and Gene.   Early 1960s.

Grandpa Aaron Bolin and his sister, Jane Bolin Gipson “Aunt Katie” at Grandma’s house in Maryville.  Mid 1960s.

A Family Reunion at the State Forest shelterhouse.  My Grandma Evans is in the white dress and high heels next to the shelterhouse.  It must have been after church.

1970s.  My dad, Chuck, and Grandpa John having a BS session while Ev doesn’t believe a word of it I would imagine.

I sure miss those reunions and those folks.

2013 Tractor Drive

It’s almost time for the Tractor Drive and this year I will be able to ride along for the first time.  I am looking forward to learning a little history, enjoying some good company and viewing the fall scenery in Pike County.

If you can’t make it on the entire drive, maybe you could stop by to eat breakfast or lunch to visit with everyone and check out the tractors.

Breakfast will be at the Glezen Revival Center where the drive starts at 9:30 am.  Lunch will be at Hornady Park .

2013 Tractor Drive

2013 Tractor Drive

Summertime Drive In Memories

Whenever you enter Winslow from the North side, you will see this old neon sign from the Sunset Drive In that formerly stood on Highway 41 in Evansville.  The screen is set up back in the distance.  It is summertime nostalgia for me.  I called it the Airport Drive In.

Moved north of Winslow:  the old Sunset Drive In

Moved north of Winslow: the old Sunset Drive In

I know there once was the intention of opening a drive in here.  Now it is an abandoned roadside attraction of a day gone by.  It could just as easily have been laying in a landfill somewhere.   I like that it is sitting there.  You may see old junk sitting in weeds, but I see childhood memories.

Growing up in the 1960’s, going to the drive in on the weekends was the thing to do with our family.  We went to Oakland City Drive In mostly.  But once in a while we would go to the Sunset Drive In, all the way to Evansville.  The entire experience was just a big treat.  For one thing, we rarely went to the city at night.   I still love a city at night.  The first thrilling thing for me was driving past the airport with all of it’s colored lights.  If a plane was taking off or landing, we kids would hang all over the top of each other to look out the window busting with sheer excitement.  We weren’t in seatbelts back then.  Remember hanging over the front seat and your dad yelling at you to quit hanging over the seat?  We would drive past Dad’s work, that big bustling Whirlpool factory was bigger than anything in Winslow.  Then we were there, pulling in past the glowing light of the Sunset Drive In sign.

The Sunset Drive In.  Evansville, Indiana

The Sunset Drive In. Evansville, Indiana.

At the Oakland City Drive In we kids pretty much could run around by ourselves.  But here Momma was a little more cautious with that.  We still could go up and play on the playground that was under the big screen under her watchful eye.  Dusk would turn into darkness and the cartoons would start.   Woody Woodpecker was our cue to abandon the swings and seesaws up front and head back to the car. Sometimes we had to look twice because Dad would have moved the car if the speaker didn’t work.  We would make a trip to the bathroom, Momma taking me, Dad taking the boys.  Cars were so much bigger back then.   Momma would put pillows in the floorboard on either side of the hump, making the entire backseat a big bed for me and my two little brothers.  Usually we lay down after the cartoons.  Sometimes I would climb up in the back window….in those old big cars the back window had a ledge that was perfect for little girls to share with the nodding dog and look out at the stars overhead.  At Oakland City when I lay in the back window all I could see were stars, here there were planes flying over my head with their blinking lights to dream by.

Memories of family drives, city lights, concessions stand bathrooms, crackly speakers, mosquito coils hanging on the window, just getting a few sips out of one pop for the entire family to share, just getting a few bites out of one popcorn for the entire family to share, the smell of Dad’s cigarettes, seeing my parents sitting next to each other with Dad’s arm around Momma, jostling around with my little brothers as we lay down to sleep and a hot summer night somehow seem a whole lot sweeter than that click of a button for that movie in my living room.

Memorial Day 2013: A Patriotic Story & A Parade

I was glad to be working third shift today so that I could attend the Annual Memorial Day Parade in Winslow this afternoon at 2:00 pm.   I also saw this heart tugging story of Winslow High School sweethearts during the 1940’s WWII on Fox News.

This is the story on Fox News:

“Laura Mae Davis Burlingame — she married an Army Air Corps man in 1945 — had gone to the New Orleans museum on April 24 looking for a display commemorating the young Marine who had been her high-school sweetheart.

“I figured I’d see pictures of him and the fellows he’d served with and articles about where he served,” she said.

She was stunned to find the diary of the 22-year-old machine gunner.

Curator Eric Rivet let her take a closer look, using white gloves to protect the old papers from skin oils. It was the first time in his 17 years of museum work that someone found “themselves mentioned in an artifact in the museum,” Rivet said.

The diary was a gift to Jones from Davis. They had met in the class of ’41 at Winslow High School. “He was a basketball player and I was a cheerleader,” she said.”

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I was disappointed to see the Main Street so empty of citizens honoring those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom in this country.  I know what that Main Street looks like during a Little League parade.  Wouldn’t you think even more people would turn out for this parade?

Most of us had fathers and grandfathers who fought in a war.  Several of us still have sons, grandsons and husbands fighting in the current wars.  I know several people are honoring the war dead in other places.  God bless them all.  We must remember to be patriotic and hold Memorial Day in our hearts as it was intended to be.

South Main Street during the Memorial Day Parade

South Main Street during the Memorial Day Parade

North Main Street during the Memorial Day Parade

North Main Street during the Memorial Day Parade

Honoring those who've gone before

Honoring those who’ve gone before

Honoring those who've gone before.

Honoring those who’ve gone before.

Patriotic golf carts & citizens

Patriotic golf carts & citizens

Children being patriotic

Children being patriotic

The Witching Hour

For these old ghost stories of our area in the early 1900s I once again turn to the memoirs of Kitty Keeton.  With a special thanks to my friend Amber Ball who lives over by #7 Road for taking these creepy photos in our neck of the woods.

Now still about Joda. (Joda Davis)  He believed alot in ghost stories and was always telling about some on Turkey Hill. There was a family that in the late 1800’s a brother was living or boarding at his brother’s house and both were working in the Muren mines — possibly called Carbon or Sophia then. Possibly about that time I was on the farm.

The story was that they left the home one Fall day hunting and the one living came in but the brother didn’t. It then was dark, so the next day they found him in Clay Point — shot. Some felt that on account of the wife, the husband shot his brother. Some of the family lives about 3 blocks from us today so the name isn’t listed. Every Fall, after the affair it was stated that two lights would come out of the house and go north for almost a quarter mile and go up together like they were fighting, then after about 3 or more minutes, one would go out. The other would go back to home.

My belief is that it was night hunting ? of day — so the light story started about that time of year. People from both sides of the hill watched to see if that was true, that the lights showed as people thought. It was true. “I know for sure”.

Arlo Hurt and I got the word around that it was about the time to watch and using our Carbide lights we are positive that the lights were there. Joda and his buddy died not knowing the answer. I now am the only one that really knows.

There was talk of jack o lanterns following people in the low lands, Joda told us that he was told that the heat of your body drew them to you and they would follow you. He said if one starts following me and the heat of body pulls it, it is going at a very fast gait.

It was told that a young neighbor, Putman Richardson’s son, Ira, was riding a horse from Muren to home and when he got to the top of Turkey Hill, a man dressed in white without a head slipped of the bank and said, “Mister, I want a ride”. Richardson put the spurs on the horse running down the steep long hill. One half way down, the same thing happen, then at the bottom of the hill another slid off the bank and said, ‘I want a ride”. It was told that Richardson ran the horse home by Grandmother’s house — farm adjoined on the north.— and fell in the house almost ready for a doctor. He just turned the horse in the lot and left him for his father to unsaddle and put in the barn. as he was unable to.

Happy Halloween!!!!