2 thoughts on “Gable Front Farmhouse, Jeff Davis County”
Patricia Hand
This is home place of my Uncle and aunt, Lawrence and Delia Andrews Horne (My grandpa’s, Charlie Johnson, brother. I visited their grapevines often as a child. And, in the fall, we would enjoy grinding cane and making syrup. So many special memories here.
Yep, I remember this old building and Mr. L. L. Horne and his wife Delia “Dee”. My brother John and I used to drive our family tractor over to Mr. Horne’s farm where he would cut our hair. He was at the time elderly, and styling was not his strong suit. He cut hair short and in the shape of a bowl. He used those old hand mechanical clippers that always pulled and pinched. I guess that they were better than garden clippers. We didn’t complain about it for it was all we could afford. He charged either a quarter or half dollar. Ii don’t remember which. He often gave advice about matters of consequence such as what to do if you are caught out in the open when a colony of honeybees are swarming overhead. He said that you should Clapp together two objects of metal and the bees would pitch in the nearest bush or tree. At least that is what my other brother Edward told me that he remembered being told when he and Calvin got their hair cut at Mr. Horne’s, back in the 1940s. But don’t laugh, it really worked. One day in the early 1950s, brother Calvin and I were laying -by corn at Edell Yarborough’s farm When a swarm of bees came cascading across the field. Calvin jumped into action and grabbed two hammers that we were using to break clumps of fertilizer and he beat them together. Like magic the bees changed course and landed in a nearby Blackgum sapling. It all seemed surreal to me.
This is home place of my Uncle and aunt, Lawrence and Delia Andrews Horne (My grandpa’s, Charlie Johnson, brother. I visited their grapevines often as a child. And, in the fall, we would enjoy grinding cane and making syrup. So many special memories here.
Yep, I remember this old building and Mr. L. L. Horne and his wife Delia “Dee”. My brother John and I used to drive our family tractor over to Mr. Horne’s farm where he would cut our hair. He was at the time elderly, and styling was not his strong suit. He cut hair short and in the shape of a bowl. He used those old hand mechanical clippers that always pulled and pinched. I guess that they were better than garden clippers. We didn’t complain about it for it was all we could afford. He charged either a quarter or half dollar. Ii don’t remember which. He often gave advice about matters of consequence such as what to do if you are caught out in the open when a colony of honeybees are swarming overhead. He said that you should Clapp together two objects of metal and the bees would pitch in the nearest bush or tree. At least that is what my other brother Edward told me that he remembered being told when he and Calvin got their hair cut at Mr. Horne’s, back in the 1940s. But don’t laugh, it really worked. One day in the early 1950s, brother Calvin and I were laying -by corn at Edell Yarborough’s farm When a swarm of bees came cascading across the field. Calvin jumped into action and grabbed two hammers that we were using to break clumps of fertilizer and he beat them together. Like magic the bees changed course and landed in a nearby Blackgum sapling. It all seemed surreal to me.