a fan of the southern life as perceived
I recall going into Walton's five and dime and Sam himself might wait on you. Bentonville had a population of 5,000. When I started appraising the Bentonville population sign was 13,000+. Now it pushing 50,000 and nearby Rogers even more. Traffic is horrible and getting to Beaver Lake takes over an hour. Used to be 45 minutes. It is actually quicker to go to Grand Lake which is much further away.
I miss fox hunts where fox hounds were shown in bench trials and the evening would be spent with horn blowing contests and blue grass gospel music. I used to walk almost any section of Flint Creek with a old Pflueger baitcasting reel and black Jitterbug lure catching brown bass and google eye perch. And there were 5 swimming holes in 5 miles where anyone could swim. Today all are off limits. Town team softball, ice cream socials at the old school house. Busted the block ice up with the flat side of an axe inside a burlap bag and took turns turning the handle. Watermelons were cooled in the spring or creek. Fresh apple pie from early Transparents. Arkansas Blacks were late fall apples and Winesaps were cider apples. Evenings in summer were spent outside, not in front of a TV, someone playing a guitar or fiddle. Hide and seek.
Baling hay meant hay hauling to a loft barn where the women folk served dinner under a shade tree with fried chicken, apple pie, and gallon jugs of sweet tea. Gardening often still meant old Pet was pulling a turning plow or lister. Occasionally you might chance by a church where a buggy and horse was still the means to travel. I remember how bottle caps were thrown in front of old fuel pumps in front of country store on gravel driveways. Watching my grandad throw horseshoes with his friends in front of the city community building. Or, my other grandpa fishing with a cane pole and snaking a crappie out from a fallen tree on the river. The mail man would stop to visit a bit, a country store would make you a sandwich for $0.35. Cokes were a dime, 6 cents in the small bottles. We teenagers picked poke for 2 cents a pound in the spring, then strawberries, blackberries, or huckleberries by the quart, green bean in early June, walnuts in October. But best job around was picking apples for a quarter a bushel, a good picker could do 100 bushel a day. 7 hours usually because the packing shed would be behind. Hog killing time was after frost, salt down the pork, smoke the hams, render the lard, make fresh cracklings. You and everyone milked a cow or more and sold to Pet Milk for condensed milk. You kept the milk cans cool by sitting in a wooden barrel half buried in the ground and full of water. Walked 1/2 mile or more to a bus or until the year I started to the local school. Yep, those days are gone. Yeah, it would be hard to go back, but we enjoyed life anyway. It wasn't a bad life and no one went hungry. No one locked their doors. Strangers were welcome, orphans were taken in without question or support from a government.