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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

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It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Submission TitleThe Oldest of the Crew

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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Random Memories of a childhood friend and his family. (1965-66 Round Rock)

NameJames Reeves

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The Oldest of the Crew

It was the summer of 1965. Regular U.S. combat units were being deployed to Vietnam. My older sister was soon to be a junior in High School. At that time Round Rock’s High School was located where CD Fulkes Middle School now stands. We had been living out in the country near four points off 620. In those days 620 was a curvy two lane road. Dad loved living in the country but mom, not so much. The payments on the house proved to be too much so we moved.

The big box truck was backed up to the porch being unloaded piece by piece. The neighbor kids, most of whom were kin, had pulled up on their bikes and were watching with excitement. My younger sister had retrieved her little bike and I was waiting for mine. “Just wait till I get my bike out!” It was a hand me down from my older sister. Thus it was a girl’s bike. I didn’t care, it was the bike I had learned to ride on and boy could it go fast! Or at least I thought so.

Bubba was the oldest of the crew made up of his brothers, sister and younger uncle. Bubba was a year or so older than me and would eventually become my best friend. He was tall and thin and still is today. His bike was quite a bit larger than mine and fit him well. I would eventually race him and time after time he would beat me. So my goal was to make sure I at least came in second which meant beating his sister, Carla. The road we lived on was topped with caliche aka crushed stone. Ever try to race on crushed stone? We would all line up, someone would say go and off we went! I can remember at least two races in which I peddled so hard I wiped out. Nothing like wiping out in front of a girl… The scars on my knees are proof that I did everything I could to hold her at bay.

Bubba and his siblings lived with his grandparents. It didn’t take a genius to see that times were tough. Pawpaw, as they called him, was a carpenter. He started each day bright and early by placing a large block of ice in his old metal water can. I thought the huge tongs he used to lift the ice was pretty cool. It seems like the kids were always helping him load up for the day. Our new house was right beside theirs, located on a street behind the first and second grade school. Bubba’s grandpa had built our house.

Round Rock had a population of around 2,000. The light at 79 and Mays, (wasn’t called Mays then – I think it was Hwy 81), was just a flashing light. One night our family was on our way home when a car weaving in and out of traffic flew passed us headed east toward the intersection. Another car was heading north on 81. It looked like the two cars were destined to hit but they missed, clearing by inches.

The worse spanking I ever received was after showing off to Bubba’s twin cousins. I had my Sunday clothes on and was trying to impress them by swinging around a “giant stripe” sloshing around in mud left by the rain. This was up at the school. Mom showed up with a skinny little belt and my feet barely hit the ground all the way home.

Another very memorable day was the day Bubba’s High School aged Uncle shot himself in the leg. Our porch was side by side their porch so everything happened in close proximity. It was in the morning sometime around nine or ten o’clock. I was playing on the carport when it happened. I always thought it was an accident but later found out he was trying to avoid the draft. Mom came running out all excited thinking us kids had tossed over a firecracker and somehow managed to hurt him. They took him to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin. It was four o’clock that afternoon before they retrieved the bullet.

I ran into Bubba a while back at Academy. Did I mention his infectious smile?

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