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Heythar, old buddy! Could'a knocked me
over, seeing how many Roanoke-Chowan issues you have already published!
I'd have guessed at about half this number!
Keep em a-comin', feller!
-Ron- [Ron Lupton has contributed stories to this website and the
Poor Town News.]
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Marvin, you could never ever know just
how happy I’ve felt from reading all of the wonderful stories
about Cofield. The “Memories
of a Baptism” by Pat (Davis) Dozier (my classmate) and “Dead
in the Afternoon”, about Percy
Whitfield, had me in tears laughing. You just don’t know how
many people that I sent copies of this to, including Gayle Jones (Mr.
Washington Jones’ daughter). It bought back so many good memories.
The pictures of Mr. Tal Reid
gassing up a yellow Maverick, which by the way, belonged to Harvey Jones
Jr (my Aunt Pauline’s son). We decided that it was his wife Daisy
driving.
Your dad was always good to us. The memories of him playing this game
with us at the store as we waited for the school bus to pick us up.
He’d take his receipt book and chose a number. Then he’d
tell us to choose a number. Whoever chose the same number that he had
would win a bag of candy. However, there were never any losers because
he’d give everybody something. Your dad was always good to us.
He was loved and respected by all of us , as we still do.
I really enjoyed growing up in Cofield. I wouldn’t trade it for
anything, even as small as it was and still is, there was much love
shared in our little village. Something that there is not enough up
in the world today.
It was so good talking to you. Had Daisy (Harvey Jr’s wife) not
given copies of everything that shed read to my Aunt Pauline, I wouldn’t
have known about your web site.
Please continue the good work that you’ve done. I look forward
to reading more.
Thanks again for bringing back such sweet memories. People don’t
treasure the good old days enough.
Yvonne M. Brown, New York City
p.s. I also got excited when I saw the name Mickey. At first I thought
you were talking about Mickey Reynolds [Yvonne's "boy next door"],
then I realized it was your dog (smiles).
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