Leslie
Childhood
(These and other
stories in the blog are edited for grammar and clarity by Marcene Fielding Taylor , daughter. Comments
are in italics.)
My New Hat
Leslie
said “I don’t remember much about my life until the age of six or seven.
I started school at Jameston at the age of
seven. This stands out, not because of
any particular love at that time for schooling, but because one day I realized I
had lost my new hat. I finally found it on Versal Session's head. I was a timid one and waited most of the day
before I had the courage to let him know the hat he was wearing was mine.”
Eating and Health
“My
folks told me I was a sickly child. I
was bad enough that they were concerned that I might not survive. I was stiff as
a board when I was seven years old and I think I might have had rickets or
rheumatic fever or something that wasn’t diagnosed then. I guess I just outgrew
it, because it went away.
“Later,
I had stomach problems that would come in periods. I'd be all right for quite a while, then
under stress, or when I would eat something that disagreed with me, my stomach
would quit working. As a result, I’d get deathly sick. After a sick period, I’d be all right. I even remember being taken home from school
one day. I’d be out a day or two then
I’d come back again. That gradually
disappeared with time.
“It
may have been something to do with our diet.
Mother was a prime cook for her day, but the traditional menu for most
every one was fried potatoes, meat, bread or biscuits and gravy. We had vegetables and fruit but only in the
summer. When Sophie (Leslie’s Stepmother,)
came, she fixed our first green salad.
She could hardly get us to eat it then, it was so strange. But I learned
to enjoy it as time went by.”
“When
I was growing up we started to eat bread crumbled up in milk. I liked the stuff from the first.” (Leslie continued to like it the rest of his
life. He was famous for it, because no
matter where he was, after he had eaten most meals, including dessert, he would
pour himself a glass of milk, crumble up a slice of bread in it and eat
it.)
“My
bother Harold and I were close friends and playmates as boys because we were
only a year apart. Most of the things we
played with were of our own creation or imagination. One of our favorite toys was
a felloe or iron wheel from a wooden wagon wheel to which the spokes had been
attached. It was about six feet in diameter.
We would push them around and balance them with a stick. That was quite a popular thing for the young
people in that day.
(Playing games and
ceremonies with hoops had a long tradition, but were especially popular during
the Victorian period and after the turn of the century. Not all the hoops were recycled metal, some
were formed of bamboo wood and were sold in stores.)
.
I
remember pushing the hoop in the dust and dirt while barefoot on the unimproved
county road of what is now the Jameston-Taylor highway or East 1300 North. The
road ran beside all of my homes growing up. We never wore shoes in the summer,
only for special occasions or Sundays while attending church. The main county roads were graveled in 1919,
including the Jameston-Taylor road.”


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