Sulphur Springs Shorts

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Just a few shorts from my Sulphur Springs, Arkansas Memories

 

 

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Sulphur Springs Shorts

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Fads

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One of the summers I was in Sulphur Springs the Eldred children with which we played with were into putting peanuts into to cokes. When you dropped a bag of Planters Peanuts in the coke it would usually foam over a little and gave the coke a salty taste, then at the end you got to eat the coke soaked peanuts. This became a national fad for a while. I thought this was cool until I bought a new bottle of coke and drank half of it then saw old rotten peanuts in the bottom of it. I threw up right there on the street. I guess the coke bottle cleaning system didn’t always get the old peanuts out.

 

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Arrowheads

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The farm my granddad grew up on near Sulphur Springs was on an old Indian camp ground and each year when they plowed they would uncover a new batch of arrowheads. My granddad knew the people that lived there and he took me up there to hunt arrowheads one time when I was 10 years old. When we got there I saw two five gallon buckets of flint arrowheads and knife blades the owners had picked up on the front porch. We went to the field and walked looking and I was able to find four or five nice arrowheads that day. I had a really good time with my granddad that day and was really proud of my finds. I recently gave my arrowhead collection to one of my daughters that included those we found that day.

 

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Mad Goose

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When I was about 7, I was with my Mom and Dad traveling in the car between Sulphur Springs and Noel, Missouri, and we had stopped for gasoline. There was a goose and several goslings running behind her. I thought those baby geese were the cutest things I had ever seen, so I walked over and picked one up. Old momma goose came at me with both wings flapping and knocked me down. I let go of the gosling, but she just kept on whipping me with her wings. My dad saw what was happening and ran over and kicked her off of me. I had knots on my head and bruises all over me from that brief encounter with a mad momma goose. I can assure you I steered clear of any animals with babies after that awful day.

 

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Delivering The Grit Newspaper

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My friend Bill Eldred in Sulphur Springs delivered the weekly newspaper called the “Grit” dubbed Americas greatest family newspaper. When I was in town, I walked the route with him. We started at one end of town and walked just about every street in town delivering those papers. Most people in those days depended on the Grit to keep up on national news. Only a few people in town had televisions, so it was the radio and the Grit to keep people informed of the news. Nearly everyone in town had a subscription. I’m sure some of you old farts out there remember the Grit. Google it, I’m sure you remember.

 

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Thanks for reading Sulphur Springs Shorts,

Bill