Roberto,
As a teen a friend and I would go with his mom and her boy friend to Bill's Barn,
a beer joint in Box Springs.
I was about 14-16 years old at the time.
I would drive them home if the beer got to them a little heavy.
I had learned to drive at age 10 in a 40 ford that had no brakes.
I still don't trust brakes even on a new car.
Anyhow Bascom Estes, the mom's boy friend, would take down the serial number of a 1 dollar bill.
Dialing for dollars was big around that time for ner-do-wells like us.
Bascom got his feet frozen in northern
Itlay in WWII with the US Army.
Bascom would pay for beer at some point with that dollar bill as the evening went by.
Some time later Bascom would pull out the paper with the serial number he had written on it and ask Bill Hocutt, the owner of the Barn, if he might have a bill with that number on it.
Of course Bill would find the right bill soon and Bascom would pretend he would like to buy it for 20 dollars and Bill Hocutt would not sell it thinking that it must be worth much more as
a Dialing For Dollars' prize. Bascom would eventually disclose the joke.
The whole bar would break up and Hocutt would threaten to throw us all out.
The Barn also had white lightning under the bar.
Bill Hocutt had a brand new 57-58 orange and white Edsel parked in front of the Barn.
High cotton for sure.
And Ma Philips right up the street had a rooming house
(cat house combination)and a .75 cent all you could eat lunch and dinner with big pots of all kinds of good ole country food on a big long table that could seat about 15-20 people.
There's a beauty shop at that location now.
Ma Philips' place burned down years ago.
There was also a joint called The Red Elephant there at Box Springs in the fork of the road.
The old Highway 11 ran through Box Springs and a street turned and went over the rail road to the VA and 15th street.
A side note, Bascom Estes' grandfather was a blacksmith in the 1860's in the area where Reform,AL. is. He was enslaved to shoe Union troop's horses at the end of the civil war.
He had a choice of either be hung or shoe horses according to Bascom.
Of course he chose to shoe horses.
Roberto,
I just thought you might enjoy some of this disjointed babble.
Mrs. Booth ,a very nice hard working lady, owned and ran the Oasis and we went there at times as well as to Bucksville and Columbus.
Mrs. Booth had 2 beautiful daughters who would come to the bar to help their mom at times.
We would do ignorant teenage lusting.
We would go to Mamie's place in Bucksville and one time one of the adults with us said to Mamie, the owner of the place,
"Mamie, why don't you get this boy",
referring to me,"some pussy."And Mamie said,
"I'll just get him a can of sardines and a spoon and he'll never know the difference".Thanks for the memory jogging Roberto.
Oh yes, the
Jungle Club was running about that time.
It was located where Advance Auto Parts is at 5 points is.
It was a fun place.
In later years,early to mid 60's, there was this Alabama star quarterback from Pennsylvania who got in fights there a lot. I never saw those fights but heard a lot about it from the owner Dan what's his name.
This quarterback loved to drink & fight according to Dan and the police would not arrest him if they were called or happened by. This quarterback was your classic thug according to witnesses.
I must have bored you to tears by now so I'll shut up.
Take care and keep the Time Warp Express going.
Peace
TK