In Johnson Bottom, the
lots were small
So the houses were built close together
Everyone knew everyone else's business
And some friendships were forged forever
The back of our house faced the Fletcher's back
porch
And the Ward family lived in the house next door
Mother grew very close to June and Opal over the
years
The thing we all had in common was being poor
Each house and lot in the bottom was fenced all
around
Women talked while hanging clothes on lines
strung from trees
The backyard fences seemed to be the gathering
places
Where they exchanged the latest gossip and
recipes
Men folk gathered on each others' back porches
Or in the lane where they chewed the fat and
whittled
Usually talking about sports, the kids or the
mines
Times were simple and fun when we were little
There were several hundred adults and children
Crammed in the homes where coal miners were
housed
We kids used to try and hear what they talked
about
Our ears piqued and childish curiosity aroused
We never had a shortage of friends and playmates
there
Though in different States now, many still keep
in touch
The adults are all gone and the kids have
grandchildren
It's good to have old friends that still mean so
much
Butler's store was to the south; Dotson's to the
north
And Peter Creek flowed by the east side of the
bottom
We played in the creek and bought goodies at the
stores
Treats didn't come easy and we were glad when we
got 'em
The adults played horseshoes; we kids played
other games
In the Summer time, till it got too dark to see
Then, with the porch lights on, and sitting in
the swing
The men played their musical instruments and we
would sing
I heard talk over the fences that I never
understood
And, to a little girl, didn't even make much
sense
I still recall the times when our parents and
their friends
Talked and gossiped over the old back fence
Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
October 14, 2007
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