You Might Be an Old Timer

There are a lot of old timers in Fayette County. Since I am one, I don’t use the term “old timer” in a negative way. To be an “old timer” you don’t have to be too old, but you must have lived in the County for a long time to remember most of the people and things listed below. I’ve compiled a list to help you decide whether you are an “old timer” too.

You might be an old timer if you ever bought pork sausage from Tater Jones.

You might be an old timer if you ever got a drink of water from the fountain on the south lawn of the Courthouse Square.

You might be an old timer if your telephone once had a set of batteries.

You might be an old timer if you ever heard Blanche call, “Come on, Opal Lee.”

You might be an old timer if Mark Howell was once your milk man.

You might be an old timer if you ever played pool at Whitey’s.

You might be an old timer if you’ve enjoyed an evening at a tent show.

You might be an old timer if Weldon Griffith fixed your radio.

You might be an old timer if Dink Masters ever shined your shoes.

You might be an old timer if Ben Guice ever repaired your car.

You might be an old timer if Arthur Arnold ever shod your horse.

You might be an old timer if you graduated from high school after completing the eleventh grade.

You might be an old timer if you remember seeing Felt McElroy play short stop.

You might be an old timer if Cecil Cohen sold you a pair of overalls.

You might be an old timer if Hugh Garrison served you an ice cream cone.

You might be an old timer if your bank was next to Seawright’s Drug Store.

You might be an old timer if you’ve eaten barbecue at the Post House on Veterans’ Day.

You might be an old timer if Ben Hand cut your hair.

You might be an old timer if your garbage was picked up by the Chief of Police.

You might be an old timer if you attended one of Dr. Seawright’s movies in the middle of Highway 85.

You might be an old timer if Jess Travis doctored your cow.

You might be an old timer if you parked your car under a tree in front of Rosenbloom’s.

You might be an old timer if Louise Edwards gave you a permanent.

You might be an old timer if you saw Stanley Morgan beat Paul Kerlin at checkers.

You might be an old timer if you ever went swimming at Stinchcomb’s.

You might be an old timer if Charles Ballard was your paper boy.

You might be an old timer if Mrs. Hines checked out your library book.

You might be an old timer if Joe Defore was head of your school.

You might be an old timer if you bought a lamp at Bargain Brown’s.

You might be an old timer if you went to a wrestling match in the Courthouse.

You might be an old timer if you picked peaches in Pye’s Orchard.

You might be an old timer if you got stuck in the mud on Highway 85.

You might be an old timer if Mr. Ira White ever passed you in his buggy.

You might be an old timer if you enjoyed Buddy Morrow’s harp playing.

You might be an old timer if you rode the train to Atlanta.

You might be an old timer if you can remember when Mutt Harrell, John Ellis, and Jim Kitchens were the only Republicans in the County.

If you qualify in any one of the above categories, you are probably an old timer. If you qualify in at least five of the above categories, there is little doubt that you are an old timer. If you qualify in more than ten of the above categories, you are definitely an old timer.

If you are still not sure, you are either too young or a new resident. But as Hoss Harp might have put it, “I golly, we love you just the same.”