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I WAS RAISED IN McCOLL S.C. –IT WAS A QUITE TOWN, EVERYBODY KNEW EVERYBODY, DOORS WERE UNLOCKED…IF YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG, THE NEIGHBORS WOULD GET ONTO YOU AND TELL YOUR MOM (LORAIN QUICK)…OR MY GRANDMOTHER…
(DORA SNIPES)! SPANKINGS WERE IN FASHION…..AND WE DIDN’T THINK IT WAS CHILD ABUSE…….IF YOU GOT BORED..YOU JUST WENT OUTSIDE AND FOUND SOMETHING TO DO! WE PLAYED ARMY , COWBOYS AND INDIANS ( WHICH REMINDS ME OF A
STORY I’LL TELL YOU LATER) , PLAYED BALL , OR WENT FISHING! NEVER A DULL MOMENT….!
CHAPTER TWO:
CONCERNING , I’LL TELL YOU LATER…I WAS ABOUT TEN YEARS OLD AND RICHARD (MY BROTHER) WAS ABOUT TWELVE….RONNIE ( MY BROTHER ALSO) WHO WAS, AGE WISE ,ABOUT ELEVEN YEARS OLD…WERE PLAYING COYBOY AND INDIANS…
RONNIE WAS THE INDIAN, AND RICHARD AND I WERE COYBOYS…WE CAUGHT UP WITH RONNIE AND DECIDED TO HANG HIM…WE GOT AN OLD STRAIGHT BACK CHAIR THAT WAS IN THE YARD….TIED HIS HANDS BEHIND HIM AND PUT ONE OF THOSE OLD
MILL ROPES ,AS WE CALLED THEM, AROUND HIS NECK…TIED IT OFF TO THE (SPICKET) ANOTHER WORD FOR FAUCET…AND KNOCKED THE CHAIR OUT FROM UNDER HIM…HE DROPED LIKE A SACK OF SAND…THANK GOODNESS THE MILL ROPE WAS ELASTIC
ENOUGHT, THAT HIS FEET HIT THE GROUND ….AS THE ROPE STREACHED UNDER HIS WEIGHT….THEN IT RESUMED ITS ORIGINAL LENGHT….AND RONNIE WAS ABOUT 2 INCHES OFF THE GROUND…FACE TURNING BLUE….AFTER A FEW SECONDS WE RELIZED
THAT HE WAS IN TROUBLE…..WE RAN AROUND IN CIRCLES…SCREAMING AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET HIM DOWN…ABOUT THEM MOMA AND OUR OLDEST BROTHER RAN OUT HE BACK DOOR…SEEING THE SITUATION…GEARLD ( THE OLDER
BROTHER) RAN BACK INTO THE HOUSE AND GOT A BUTCHER KNIFE , RAN BACK OUT AND MOMA CUT HIM DOWN , WHILE GEARLD LIFTED HIM UP !
MORE STORIES FROM McCOLL , S.C. TO COME SOON!