The Swinging Bridge
Progress Comes to Keewee Holler
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A good life might be judged by the memories one can recall and enjoy without living in the past. It has been said that each of us is a composite of every experience and every relationship we have gone through. Among the many things I remember about growing up was that everything close seemed to get smaller while the world got larger. I had the good fortune to realize that life had its lighter side. The many people I knew or heard about during my formative years added a pleasant dimension to my life. I am thankful that I lived in a time when we just wanted to enjoy life. We didn’t spend a lot of time finding fault. If somebody was called Gravy Boat or Frog Eye, Peg, Goosey, Percolator or Stubby it was taken in stride. Nicknames usually indicated something personal about an individual – a part of their personality. Holidays were always special occasions – mostly opportunities for family gatherings. We enjoyed ten-cent movies with five-cent popcorn and penny candy. And visiting relatives was the order of the day on weekends or summer vacations. I dedicate this book to two of my brothers who helped refresh my memory about some people and events. The stories are about real people. Most are not depicted with their real names. But contemporaries will have little or no trouble recognizing the characters.