Almost five years ago when the writing'bug first bit me I wrote an account of mine and Minnies wedding on Craggy, this seemed to give me a good send-off. L>ater, after I had gotten into a turmoil over a simple paragraph that I had written in the old North Fork news I had written the Swan Song! and I had the inspiration of calling,,^ column Bittersweet,-and my beloved friend, Miss Sally Kit chen had designed and drawn my tasteful masthead, I told you of the serenade which followed the • wedding. Now- I propose to tell you of our first quarrel. Minnie said this afternoon that perhaps I had better tell you of the last one, but, honestly folks, they have been few and far between. You know we had three growing girls, these girls had to have court ships, young people liked to go camping, so we w-ould just get up a party and everyone had a good time. Someone suggested that we go to Blowdng Rock. Claude Mc Afee agreed to take us in a IV2 ton truck. Besides Claude there were Nell McAfee, Minnie and me. “Uncle” Jack Cordell, Mr. Jim Creasman, Ralph and Mae Bur nette, and Miss Kate Wicker. The rest of the truck was loaded down with young folks. Some of us started from Black Mountain about 1:00 p. m. and picked up 10 or 12 more in Marion. The trip up highway No. 221 was fairly uneventful, one of the girls from Marion loved to hear me sing ‘‘Oh, By; Jingo,” she would call for me to sing the song about every 10 minutes all the way to Linville. We stopped for a brief rest at Lin ville Falls, there was a juke joint close by, and one of our stalwart young men visited this place and must have indulged in a certain foamy beverage like a pig drink ing swill, for when he got back into the truck he sort of listed . to one side, “Don’t squash the to matoes.” Miss Kate said to him. 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I enclose SIS Q (3 mos. $3.75) Q (nemo) (address) (city) (tone) (MM) PB4I lap, he would roll from side to side with the curves, and each time he would roll Miss Kate would im plore him not to squash the to matoes. , , We made camp in a lovely grassy glen near Linville, just above where the horse show was in pro gress. When we got our drowsy young man up from his bed on the floor of the truck, we found to our chagrin and Miss Kate s horror that in spite of her worried admo nition he had squashed the toma toes. , , , ,. Some of us went the short dis tance to the truck where the horses were going through their paces. I remember one in particular—his name was Copper King, his coat wa? the color of burnished copper. If I was to ever indulge in a sport it would be something to do with horses. We watched for a long time as the horsey young ladies made the horses jump the bars in the glinting afternoon sun light. Later we went to the barns where the animals were kept, there were Negro jockeys and handlers all around, and some beautiful Dalma tian dogs. I noticed that all the stalls were deep carpeted in clean fresh straw, they looked as invit ing as lots of bedrooms that I have seen. „ , * We got in plenty of wood from the nearby forest, and hail a sunip tious campfire supper. The young folks played in the creek and strolled about, darkness came on swiftly, and with it came a down pour or rain. We tried to shelter under a tarpaulin and under the truck. Instead of quitting when the first shower was over, it set tled into a steady rain. We looked forward to a dampish night. Shortly after dark some local mountaineers came to our camp with guitars (they didn’t seem to mind the rain). They picked and sang nearly all night, to pep things up Nell McAfee did a lively buck and wing dance. If she could have been a horse she would have been good on a muddy track. When the hour got late the young folks huddled around in the driest places they could find. The grown-ups just sat around the fire, being only recently married I had no desire to set around the fire. I thought of the warm straw in the vacant stalls at the horse barn and 1 begged Minnie to go with me hence. At first she firmly re fused, but wanting to be an agree able wife to her new husband, she finally acquiesced, so we trudged through the mud to the barn, found an empty stall, and was soon nestled snugly as newlyweds should be. We had just got settled when a burst of colorful profanity came from the adjoining stall. “Look here, big boy,” someone said in a raspy voice,” don’t you tetch dat money, dat don’t look like a seven to me, it louks mo' like snakes eyes.” “Roll dem bones and shet up, or I’ll see what I can do to settle things,” answered an equal ly raucous voice. “What’s going on over there?” Minnie whispered. “Oh, just the stable boys having a friendly crap game,” I reassured her. “They don’t sound so friendly to me, let’s go back to the camp,” she said. “And wallow in that mud and slush ? not on your life,” I said with petulance. “Snuggle down and go to sleep, honey.” But the game waxed worse. “I’m going back whether you go or not,” said Minnie, as the bed lam continued next door. “If you go, you’ll go by yourself,” I ans wered, with a little profanity of my own. One word led to another, we were soon in it hot and heavy. (Ive often wondered what the crapshooters thought had tore loose in the barn, but anyway they never let up). Minnie was as stubborn as I was, after a fiery deluge of words dealing with the way I was treat ing her, she took the only flash light and trudged back to the camp. I covered up in the straw and tried to sleep, but Morpheus was on a holiday. I was alone with the horses, the crapshooters, and my thoughts. I tossed and tum bled about that stall like a horse with the colic until three o’clock in the morning. I finally decided that I had been a fool, got up and BUILDING rryt)dWua£4 BUILDING OR REPAIRING? 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Ralph and Mae had a sma. steamer trunk which they kept se curely locked, and steadfastly re fused to open. We broke camp early Sundav morning and went tc Blowing Rock, it’s a beautiful country, but the Rock is no more spectacular than the Spruce Cliffs, W'e drove the long trip around by Lenoir and had Sunday dinner by Lake James. Ralph and Mae opened the trunk! It was full of the most lucious homebaked cakes and pies. They had saved them for this sumntuous meal, and knew quite wed U chey were not kept locked the boys would have gobbled them up. This is a tale of a long remembered camping trip. W'e offer sympathy to the Stepp and Lytle families. Your reporter has been about dead with a cold the past few days, but is getting a little better. This wallowing around in snow putting on tire chains hasn’t been good for it. r Air Force Seeks Flight Trainees A recent change in requirements has resulted in many openings for aircraft observer flight training according to Sergeant Gilbert Cam eron, head of the local Air Force recruiting station at the Post Of fice in Asheville. We started to Swannanoa last Tuesday night to a W.M.U. meet ing, got as far as Grover Brook shire's and backed out when it started snowing, but we had a de lightful visit with Edna and Gloria Jean. Michael Mason, beloved grand son of Mis. James P. Kinard, and nephew of the Wicker sisters, died at Chapel Hill, Jan. 10, a few days after his seventeenth birthday. Michael has spent most of his summers here in our valley, at one time or another Minnie and all of our girls have taken care of him. This dashingly handsome young rnan will be sorely missed among ns. Miss Wilma Burnette of Swan nanoa, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Burnette, was married to Joseph L. Sluder of Asheville, Dec. 30, 1954. Mr. Sluder is with the Buncombe county sheriff’s departs ment. This column wishes them every success and happiness. The Air Force hopes to secure a number of fully qualified observ er aviation cadets before the end of February. Those men "ho qualify can expect placement in a flight observer class within the next four months. The observer program includes training in sucn specialities as navigation, meteor ology. electronics, engineering, and bombardment. Observer aviation cadets are given approximately one year of the finest training anywhere and upon graduation they will receive commissions as second lieutenants, Sergeant Cameron added. They will then begin a three year tour of active service with pay over $5,000 a year. Qualified men between the ages of 19 and 26H- who are interested in knowing more about the aviation observer program should contact Sergeant Cameron at the Post Of fice in Asheville. His office hours are from 8 a. m. to 5 p. m. daily, and from 8 a. m. to 12 noon on Saturdays. CIRCLE WILL MEET Circle 1 of the Presbyterian church will meet with Mrs. Wil liam Klein, Tuesday, Feb. 1, at 10:30 a. m. Mrs. Thomas S. Sharp will give the Bible study on "The Book of Romans.” Mrs. Harry Barkley is circle chairman. Mrs. McCall,», Dies In Hospital Mrs. Anna McCall, 85, of Swan nanoa. route 1, who suffere a broken hip several days ago. die Tuesday night, Jan. 18, in an Ashe ville hospital. She had also been suffering with a heart condition. Funeral services were held Thursday at 3 p. m. in the Chapel of Harrison Funeral home. i he Rev. George Talbot officiated, as sisted by the Rev. C. W. Bates. Burial was in Pine Grove ceme tery, Swannanoa. Mrs. McCall was a native of McDowell county, and had resided in the Swannanoa section for the past 42 years. Surviving are two daughters, Mrs. R. L. Freeman and Mrs. George Dunlap of Swannanoa; one brother, Joseph Wiseman of Ne vada. Mo.; two sisters. Mrs Julia Moser of Los Angeles, C„!:f., B.r., Mrs. Lawrence McCall of Grand Junction, Colo.; 10 grandchildren; and 11 great-grandchildren. Pallbearers were L. M. Hen dricks, Paul Patton, Bradford Bur nett, J. W. Freeman, Wells Bland ford and Sam Davidson. • TRY THE CLASSIFIEDS circle meets WITH MRS FRANK BUCKNER r . , 2 of the Methodist church hp,(." it, January meeting in the T f Mr, Frank Buckner Tues hom'.' jan lg. Following d,By Sri, Mrs. H. A. Kerier chairman, reviewed the