My heart flipped when Roscoe shared a memory of my Uncle Matt Horn, my best friend and mentor. I learned something about him I didn't know. I had no idea my Uncle Matt delivered or help deliver mail. Uncle Matt was a gem. I would sit on his knee in front of the hearth, snow would be falling outside and he would take me around the world, introduce me to places I would never see. That is where I received my early history and geography lessons. He would fill his old pipe (which I have now) and the smoke would curl and the smell of George Washington pipe tobacco would fill the room. There was never a worry there of second hand smoke but only the pleasant smell of that ripe tobacco. Second hand smoke was not a worry then and you know, everyone in my family blew that second hand smoke into the air, but so far I haven't felt any of the results they preach about. Oh, I know it is an enemy of our lungs but back then, was it purer or what?
I have great memories of Goad's and Davis Brothers in Hazard. I bought my horseshoes from Goad's Hardware and I loved new ones so I would save money and go in and buy new ones when the old ones were almost brand new. I sort of collected them you might say.
I looked everyday for Roscoe and Bill to add a new addition to their window. I remember so well the old relics that were "relics" back then and how I wish I had saved some of the old "relics" in our household in the 40's and 50's. I treasured our old piano stool until it broke rightin the middle and cracked so badly it could not be salvaged. I think I still have it though someone in the storage facility we call our "stow-a-way place".