Days of Yore

Warwick Road

as recounted by Bill Day  RealAudio clip

The girls when young frequently walked around with split leather riding skirts always prepared to ride somewhere.  Mama Day told me how when they headed for Schlect’s Bakers they would with no hesitation in their stride put one hand on the top rail of the fence and vault over to cross the field where the Methodist Church now stands to get to the Main Street and the railroad for their pastry.  It was difficult to imagine Mrs. Clement jumping over a split rail fence.

Vergie for years bought every week a quarter’s worth of White Owl cigars which I always presumed were for the hired man.  One day in Neumeyer’s she let it slip that she had smoked half a cigar at bedtime for years.  One day Mrs. Clement told me that I should not go to the dentist too often because here teeth had been ruined by here parents making her go for a check up too regularly.  When she found out I was George Day’s son she told me that she hadn’t had her shoes fixed properly since his death.  She said, “Old Mr. Day - his language was terrible, but he certainly could fix shoes.”  Mrs. Clement also told me that she was always intrigued when she remembered her honeymoon. She could remember being in a boat riding down the Rhine river in Germany, sipping wine which was made from grapes  that had come from the vineyards along the shore.  Yes, times have really changed.  Honeymoons used to be remembered as wine drinking times.