02/23/21 WHILE I WAS IN RUTHERGLEN

02/23/21 WHILE I WAS IN RUTHERGLEN

I was reminiscing a little bit today. I recollected, when I was 2-3 years old, going with my mom to visit her family in Rutherglen, Scotland . She had married daddy in Scotland and then moved to the USA. They lived in Morehead City, N.C.; (probably moved with daddy when he worked on a tug in Norfolk; back to Moehead; then to Leland, N.C. where daddy ran a restaurant and motel (The Orton Court and Restaurant). From Leland we moved to California (Hollywood area).

Mom won a Radio program called, Queen for a Day (hosted by Jack Bailey), which eventually became a popular TV program. Mom won some luggage and other travel items. Daddy got us the one way passage, and then after six months he was able to buy the return passage. We sailed aboard the Queen Mary and the Queen Elizabeth. Way Cool. I was two years old when I went to Scotland and 3 when I came back. It was around that period of time that I received and accepted God's call to be a preacher. As I was reflecting on my trip to Scotland, I decided to share some Google Earth photos of my grandparents house and neighborhood (pretty much the same after 70+ years).

In fact, while I was there, at the age of two, I decided to walk down to the corner store and get some cookies. In Morehead I would go to Kib's store with someone, get cookies and say, "Charge it." I went to the corner store with my Scottish granddad one time and decided to do the same thing. I would go to the corner store, get some cookies (biscuits, they called them) and then say, "charge it." Eventually my Scottish granddad took me with him to the corner store again. The owner lit up and said something like, "Oh, he belongs to you." They all laughed. I don't even think they had a charge account until I started shopping on my own. hehehe. My granddad told them to give me whatever I wanted.

One more event. Notice the small yard (garden as they say) behind my grandparents house? Well, the neighbors in the next house to the right raised rhubarb. My cousins and I thought it would be a good idea to pour sugar into a paper funnel and go sit in the rhubarb patch and eat as much as we wanted. We did and it was more than I needed. I got sick. Thus ended my life of crime, by the time I was 3 years old. But I still love rhubarb, but prefer it in a pie rather than raw stalks and sugar.

Here are the photos from Google Earth.