Monday, March 21, 2011


Madison Holroyd has asked me to post this notice on the Bolg:

Kenneth Dale Thompson, age 67, a 1962 graduate of CVHS, passe awy suddenly at his home in Carthage, NC. He was retired from Exxon-Mobil Corp. Memorial plans are not finalized at present.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Where and How Did You Learn to Ride a Bike?

I remember vividly how I did. I pestered my Grandad Ramey into buying my horse for the amount that a new bike cost and I ordered it from Sears and Roebuck Catalog. It was beautiful. Bright blue with a headlight, basket, and tail reflector. We lived up a lane that had a SMALL hill from the house down to the County Line. I would get on the bike and head down the hill. Now, keep in mind that there was a barbed wire fence on one side of the lane. also, a yard light pole near the top. After I had mastered this great accomplishment, my sister, Gayle, our neighbors, Gail Jean and Elaine Bennett, also, learned in the same manner. Needless to say, by the time the four of us had learned how to keep upright and on a straight line, the "beautiful bicycle" was not so beautiful. It took quite a beating. Oh yes, I got my horse back, also. My parents were none too pleased with that little deal I made.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Just wondering...............

Wondering where all of you are!

Not a day goes by that I don't think of the wonderful memories of Cedar Vale, especially during this basketball season! I remember starting my basketball career playing "garage basketball" with Harold Bohannon. Harold tacked up a Folger's coffee can on the side of their garage. We used a tennis ball as a basketball. What games we had! When the weather was wet, you could see the evidence of the mud balls we had tossed towards the coffee can! God, if I could only have a picture of that scene! Can you imagine that we even tossed in a few "two-pointers?"

Of course, this was after our pre-Folgers can experience. We first learned the art of basketball by tossing tennis balls off of the mouldings that surrounded the door ways of our house! Two points for a ball that went off the top, one point that hit the edge and bounded back to you! Later on, Kale Williams put up a goal in his backyard. Wars were had, my friends, often ending in the hay bales that prevented us from dislocating ourselves in the rocky confines of what lied ahead!

I could go on. Need you to go on! Tell us about you learning basketball....or the most unforgettable place, Cedar Vale. We had such a special time in such special place. Age will never fade those memories. Let's hear from you! I can just hear the stories!!!