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by: Martha Jean Whitehead Killian

1 cup sugar

1/2 – 3/4 cup milk
1 egg
1/2 stick of butter at room temperature
1Tablespoon vanilla
Start out as if you were making biscuits. Using selfrising flour make a well in the bowl of flour. Then add your other ingredients. Work up stiff dough. Roll on floured surface about 1/4” thin and cut with small glass or cookie cutter. Put on ungreased sheet pans and sprinkle with sugar. Mama used to use green and red sugar at Christmas time when she made them for us. Bake on 350 degrees until barely brown. The flavor gets better when they are at least a day old.

By: Kurtis Box

2009

My, has time flew by this year, the holidays are quickly approaching. This will be my first contribution to the newsletter. I know everyone always looks forward to receiving it through out the year. Patsy does such a wonderful job. Most of my favorite Christmas memories were those spent with my granny and grandaddy Box (Quinton and Lee Ella).

I can remember grandaddy singing verses of Christmas Time’ A Comin while putting wood into the old fireplace. I can remember granny in the kitchen cooking up some of her wonderful holiday dishes. I remember always having plenty of toys to open up on Christmas day, grandaddy and my aunt Martha always made sure I had plenty. I remember one Christmas when Martha wrapped up some plastic dog poop for grandaddy as a gag gift. We all had a big laugh when he opened it up. Sometimes just looking at some old photos of everybody together at Christmas brings back some cherished memories. As the years have passed, I still look forward to this time the year. Christmas wouldn’t be the same  without some of Martha’s cooking, Billy Joe and Fast Frank telling tall tales from the past. I always try to find time to hunt a little bit in December, hoping to bag that trophy Christmas buck. Any way I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

August 28, 2009

By Martha Jean Whitehead Killian

‘Twas the night before Christmas…Ahh… you’ve already heard that story. Charles Dickens wrote that one. This is my story: It was the night before Christmas and everyone was stirring. Mama making her three cakes that she always made every year. An apple and orange cake for Daddy, a chocolate cake for us kids, a coconut cake for her and Ma until, she got the recipe for “The Lane Cake”. Three cakes made from scratch. She started baking them about two days before Christmas. Oh, how me and Kenneth wanted a piece of that chocolate cake. Dougie didn’t have a say so in the matter at that Christmas. Mostly because he wasn’t old enough to talk. We would have settled for either one. “No, these are for Christmas dinner. I’m not cuttin’ them ‘til Christmas.” That didn’t stop the begging. The cakes weren’t cut until Christmas Day. I remember getting a piece of chocolate cake at breakfast one year. Well… it was already Christmas Day. What a treat! I felt special. After all I was helping her make dressing. I think I did more tasting than helping. I liked raw dressing. That is what I called it even though everything that went into Mama’s dressing recipe was already cooked. All ingredients were cooked and then mixed and chicken stock poured over it and then mixed again. Then it was put in a big long pan and then into the oven to brown. Being awakened by Mama and Daddy on a cold Christmas morning was the best. “You wait Martha Jean until I get Kenneth dressed.” I remember shaking and my teeth chattering. I don’t know if it was from being so cold or from being so excited. Mama and Daddy always turned the floor furnace off at night. Mama was afraid it would catch the house on fire. After we were dressed we couldn’t run to see what Santa Claus had left under the tree until Mama said alright go see what “Sandy” Claus brought. That’s what she called Santa. Breakfast call came after we had examined all our presents that Santa had brought. I don’t know which was best, the breakfast or the presents. Breakfast was the same as any morning; Mama’s homemade biscuits, eggs scrambled in bacon grease or sausage grease and a strong cup of coffee. Daddy and Mama didn’t like stump water. That’s what they called weak coffee. It had to be strong. Mama didn’t want us to drink much coffee. After all we were just kids. Don’t worry “Suz”, that was a nickname Daddy gave Mama, there is more caffeine in a Coca Cola than there is in a cup of coffee. Back then Cokes only came in a six ounce bottle and cost a nickel. Mama never said anything else about how much coffee we drank. Their coffee was made by using the drip coffee pot. You boil the water and pour it into the top of the pot and the water drips down through the ground coffee fresh from “Royal Cup” where Daddy worked. There is something about that Christmas morning. The aroma of all the wonderful smells of Christmas and the breakfast all mingled together with the taste of the coffee is still with me. It is still in my mind and in my heart. I can still smell it now…can’t you?…and so… until the next visit.

By:  Fred McCaleb

Sie was born in mid 1850s at the McCollum plantation home where Hubbertsville now is. His mother was a black slave and dad was supposedly my ggg ancester James K McCollum. No proof except color. Sie was light brown and many of his children turned out to be nearly white. He was a young boy that did what James K told after the Civil war ended. James K was heavily in debt after the Civil war and decided that the way to clear it was for him and Sie to burn down the Fayette County AL Court house. They supposedly did but never proven. They were badly into it with the law for their meanness. They supposedly tried to get the truth out of Sie by hanging him with a rope around his neck tied to a limb of a tree. Sie said he felt like he was about ready to meet his master until they finally sympathized with him and let him down. He liked to tell about his hanging spell all the rest of his life. He told many other big tales which I have forgotten. He was finally grown and got married in the 1860s.
Andrew McCaleb a gg grandpa of mine and married to one of James K’s girls gave Sie a sizeable track of land and told Sie never to let sorry whites beat him out of it. Sie never sold or willed the the land to anyone. He has hundreds of heirs and the place can never be sold. The original deed is still in the Fayette County Court house and will eventually belong to Fayette County if not now. Sie showed my dad and I a home-made coffin he had the local blacksmith Bill Ervin to make. He got it from under an old time bed that James K had. He showed my dad and I how he fit in it and said the master was about to call him home. He died about 10 years later and was the first buried in the McCollum Cemetery by a cedar tree. A good many of the white McCollum heirs tried to bargain for the old bed but I never knew if any succeeded. The cedar tree is just a stump now.
Sie told my dad and I that his negro’s (he didn’t call them blacks) were too sorry to bury him. I guess they were nice to him later on. They put him a fancier tomb stone up instead of the original. There are 150 or more graves of his heirs and wives buried there now. I guess that is all they will ever get of the Sie McCollum estate is a six foot hole in the ground for burial. I was told that the largest crowd of blacks and whites ever attended Sie’s funeral at White Chapel Church of Christ. I might have been about to get married in Virginia and Sie was up in 90s age when he died. What a man! When I was about 6 or 7 years old my dad worked with Sie’s son Dave McCollum cutting cross-ties for the railroad. They sold them at Tom Hollingsworth store in Bazemore. I still have the broad axe used to hew out the sides of ties.
My dad never said much about Sie at that time until I was in my teen years and he took me by to see Sie’s coffin. I was interested in his story ever after and picked most of it up from kindred and genealogy. I hate to mention that Sie had trouble with other women during his marriage. One of Jacob Hollingsworth heirs, son of Felix Hollingsworth and Arla Killingsworth , had the trunk of Jacob that had passed through 3 lifetimes. Jacob was justice of the peace. He gave me the paper concerning Sie getting Fereby X Thornton pregnant. Sie gave 50lbs of bacon and 5 bushels of corn to satisfy her wants of feeding her baby. Some of Sie’s land was about ¼ miles north of Skimming Ridge a one teacher school where I went to school the first 3 years of my schooling. Some of the kids walked across Sie’s pasture and had to be careful about his bull getting them.
I don’t know whether Sie or any of his children ever got a little learning or not. Blacks were denied schooling with whites back then. What a shame. There was a McCaleb school house nearby and that may have been a black school. Maybe some of his immediate family learned to read and write. That’s about all most whites could do back then. Some of Sie’s descendants are becoming nurses, big time foot ball players these times and succeeding in many other areas. Two or three of them I found out are working here at Morningside. My McCaleb-Hubbard nurse told me that Sie grew one of the biggest hogs weighing around 1000 lbs. ever grown in Fayette Co. A Montgomery black confirmed it and said Sie’s son Dave grew another about the same size. I met one at the genealogy society meeting in Winfield and gave her the McCollum ancestors on Sie’s dad. She seemed to be a very nice person. I guess they are facing hardships like most all families today. I am sorry I don’t know a whole lot about Sie. I remember him as a great story teller. I thought I would let others know what little I have found out.
Story done by Fred McCaleb 93yrs old or young.

By: Imogene Tidwell Persall

“The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.”-Thomas Jefferson. All of us can certainly relate to President Jefferson’s quote. As children, we didn’t have to worry about bills, shelter, clothing or food. Our parents took care of all these necessities. We didn’t have many things that were worth much monetary value; but we did appreciate what little we had. Ivalene and I cut paper dolls from the Sears and Roebuck catalogs. We made church pews from the pages, also. Families would sit together in the church pews on the bed. We lined them across the bed just like they would be in a real church building. We would sing spiritual songs; and I can’t remember who would do the preaching. Using our imagination was very beneficial to us. After we finished our church services, we had two cardboard shoeboxes with lids to store our paper dolls and church pews in. The cost was nothing; but time well spent playing together.

Sometimes, in the summertime we would make “toad houses” using our bare feet to pile lots of wet sand on top of one foot. It had to be mashed really firm; so it would stand after we carefully pulled out the foot. A door would be made once the foot was out.

Then we would start hunting for two toads to sit in each house. There were plenty around; so it wouldn’t be very long until we had one residing in each house. The weather was really hot; but the houses were cool and the toads liked that. They would sit there for a while before hopping out.

Regina Ann arrived to join the Earl Tidwell household on October 27, 1950. As in any family many changes came about. I became part-time babysitter. And part-time teacher to her. As she became older, she was very eager to learn. There were no kindergartens back then. I taught her to count to 100 and say her ABC’s when she was 4 or 5 years old. Several of the men in our community enjoyed listening to her count and say her ABC’s. Each man would give her a dime, if she would count and “rattle off” her letters. She make several dimes, and had her own money to spend for penny candy, bubble gum or a five cent cone of ice cream at Oden and Shirey Drug Store.

Families were close back in the “good ole days”. Most were “farm families”; and we ate 2 or 3 meals together each day. We had homegrown veggies, meat, real cow’s milk, butter and seasoned everything with lard. Only at café’s, “a little hold in the wall”, could one byt a hambuger or hot dog. Very special to most of us! Only a few families went hungry; and when their neighbors found out, their needs were quickly supplied.

In the wintertime, we all sat around the fireplace after supper and heard stories told by our parents or grandparents. Sometimes, I would get so scared with their scary stories, and be afraid to sit close to a big crack in the floor or walk into a dark room. We, also, would shell peanuts; throw the hulls into the burning fire. Daddy would plant the seeds the next Spring. Of course, we had to eat some as we shelled them. Many nights Daddy and I played checkers. Probably 2 or 3 games. As mentioned in a previous article, I was really a good checker player in my high school days. You might say a champion! (No boasting!)

I used Prince Albert Tobacco tin cans to make hair rollers; so I could roll my own hair. I used scissors to cut strips of newspapers to wrap around the tin strips. That way, I wouldn’t cut my fingers or my hair when I rolled my hair on them. My hair, probably, looked like Phyllis Dillers; but it looked better to me than long stringy hair.

Most farm children made “zu-zu” tops- better known now as buzz-saws- to play with, also. They were made with a medium size button and a strong string raveled from a fertilizer sack. Put the string through the two holes in the button and tie the two ends inot a knot. Then, push the button to the middle of the string and take both hands and sling it over and under several times until the string is tight. Start pulling the string ends back and forth and the button would start spinning and make a “buzzing-sound”. One time when I was playing with my “zu-zu”, the button must have been old and broke into several pieces. One piece of it hit me in my chest and cut a hole thru my blouse and chest. For many years the scar remained on my chest.

Daddy made toy tractors for us from wooden spools after mama had used all the thread. He would take his pocket knife and cut knotches around each end. Then, he would put a rubber band thru the spool and on one side he’d put a pencil or stick. On the other side, he’d put a stick shorter than the diameter of the spool. He’d lubricate one side with wax from a crayon so it would turn, and turn it around and around. We’d put the little tractor on a slanted book or small hill and watch it climb up. So much fun!

Daddy, also, made cute tiny baskets from peach seeds with his pocket knife. He cut a certain part of the seed not quite to the top, leaving the outside rim for the handle. After he cut about half of the inside, he pulled out the little kernel that left a hole similar to the inside of a regular basket. He would continue whittling until all of the basket was smoth. Then, he cut the bottom part straight across; so it would sit on a flat bottom. I have two tiny baskets like these that my, husband, Carl, made or one of our sons, Mike or Jeff.

With the Christmas season rapidly approaching and money becoming more scarce, more people are wanting to look toward a “gloomy” holiday season. But it can really be the happiest ever, if we give one precious gift-ourselves plus some of our time. I would like to suggest about 10 ideal I have in mind. Other folks may add more to the list; or whatever would be best by doing things as a family.

1. Find a widow or widows who need some repairs done to their houses, but can’t afford it.

A. Dad and sons- repair a storm window or door. Replace light bulbs no longer burning. Nail come loose boards on a porch or deck. Cut sagging tree limbs, etc.

B. Mom and daughters- clean houses, cook some food, wash and iron clothes.

2. Older daughters cook a meal or clean house for mom.

3. Older sons rake leaves for dad. Pick up tree limbs or other trash in the yard.

4. Mom and daughters go visit some shut-ins who just might need someone to talk to for an hour.

5. Children make gifts for dad and mom; and for each other.

6. As a family, play games together instead of watching TV for a week.

7. One family cook a whole meal and take it to another family who might be less fortunate.

8. Husbands and wives cook a whole meal together instead of going out to eat as much.

9. Invite two or three couples to your house and have a “pot-luck” dinner together.

10. Have a “clothes swapping” party and bring good clothes you’ve received as gifts and don’t like, some you don’t need or have outgrown. Both adult and children’s clothes.

“It is more blessed to five than to receive.”

Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year-2010- to everyone!! God Bless each one richly and our Great U.S.A.!!

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