WILD DATES OF THE THIRTIES!
By
Norris Chambers
Someone
asked me if I had any wild tales to tell about dating experiences in the
long-ago days. I thought about it for a minute or two and told him, “I
remember those old days very well but don’t ask me to remember if it
rained yesterday or not.”
Usually a date involved a trip to a little town that had a movie
theater. Casual dates were usually on a Saturday night and followed a
pretty normal agenda. The first item was to go to the show and splurge
on a sack of popcorn. Of course a coke or other soft drink was required
to keep the popcorn company. After watching the show and doing a little
hand holding in the dark it was real refreshment time. A carton of ice
cream with a wooden spoon was the after the show treat. There was still
time for a long visit in some secluded spot where the couple was not
likely to be disturbed.
When a dating relationship became more serious a Friday night was
added to the big Saturday night affair. Eventually, if all went well,
all three weekend nights were made dating events. Sometimes the wild
spending had to be curtailed if too many dates were occurring. After
all, the great depression was on and money was very scarce.
On one of these wild escapades when
Clyde
, my nephew, and I were double dating, we decided to go to a gravel pit
across a field and up on a big hill. We took off that way, and after
getting about half way across the field, we started sinking in sand. If
you have never been stuck in sand, then you have never been stuck. The
car differential was on the sand, and the wheels were turning freely
without any forward or backward motion. I got out the trusty shovel, and
we started digging.
Clyde
walked several hundred yards into the dark searching for something to
put under the wheels. I began trying to jack up the car. The jack would
go down in the sand, but the car didn't move.
Finally
Clyde
came back with a couple of fence posts. After another trip or two, we
got enough timber to jack the machine up and get the wooden posts under
the back wheels. We moved back the full length, and the car immediately
sank again. In the next two hours, we repeated this process many times.
Finally we got on firm enough ground to get back to the highway. If this
hadn’t occurred after the show we would not have seen one that night.
The moral of this story is, don't drive across a sandy field to get to a
gravel pit on a hill.
The two girls took this very well. I don't remember any
complaints.
On another Saturday night
Clyde
went with me to date a friend of Ella’s, Gladys Spurlock. Gladys lived
on a sandy lane a short distance off of the
Brownwood
highway. We got there some time after dark, and as I recall, there must
have been a dozen sisters or brothers or both.
We had a nice evening and took the girls home about midnight. On
the way home, somewhere between Uncle Billie's farm and
Williams
School
, we ran upon a big herd of horses or mules.
Clyde
was driving, and was moving along at a pretty fast pace. There was no
way he could get stopped in time, so he started turning right and left
and dodging them. It seemed there were horses everywhere. I kept waiting
for the crash, but he steered us through the whole wild bunch. I guess
they might have been doing a little dodging, too. Anyway, we were pretty
shook up about it for awhile.
Another time we journeyed east for a date with Ella and Gladys. I
don't remember the reason, but somehow we did not go anywhere that
night. It might have been the weather, or her folks might have said
"No, no go!" But we stayed home. We conversed a lot, and
Clyde
and one of the brothers got into a hot checker game. I don't know who
won, in fact, I don't think they ever said. They just played.
Finally, one of the boys said: "I guess we better go to bed
so they can go home. We took that as pretty good advice, and closed the
double date at that point. I think that was probably the last time
Clyde
went with Gladys. He started going with Ruby Ragland about that time,
and they got married later. Ella and I also married when she graduated
from high school. Gladys married someone I didn’t know. He’s
probably still playing checkers with one of her brothers!
Did we have fun on those dates? Of course – all dates are a lot
of fun!
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