One of the big events that I recall was watching my two oldest brothers prepare the old model T touring car for a trip to the grocery store in Aubrey. We didn’t have much trouble buying the groceries after my mother sold the cream, butter and eggs that she had saved all week to sell.

When Jackie and I came upon the bottom lands of the Little Elm creek, going north on Springhill Road, we witnessed the growth that is taking place in the Providence and Savannah subdivisions. This tremendous growth is proof that the growth is coming very fast and in vast amounts to this area where my older brothers started the old model T car.

There was a shallow well that was full of cold water that kept the cream and butter cold during the hottest days. They would lower the cream in a large closed jug down into the cold water. The water in the well kept the cream cold and fresh until we cranked the model T and took it to market.

Jackie and I looked for the shallow well, but we couldn’t find it. We may have been off in our search by a couple of hundred yards either way.

It won’t be long until the Providence village will be covering up my old childhood well.

James, my oldest brother, and Giles, next to him in age, would get so tired from cranking the old T, that they would rear back in a disgusted manner and look at the handsome good-for- nothing car and let out a little teenage language. They would take out the jack and put it under the back wheel. My oldest brother with all the forces he could assemble, would whirl the wheel one more time. When all else failed, while the car’s rear wheel was hoisted up on the jack, the fun part would begin. We would all get in a good position to push and then with the count of three, we all pushed at the same time. My oldest brother, James, would push on the side where the steering wheel was, and after the proper build up of power from everyone and after the car was moving at a good speed, he would hop up on the running board and jump in and manipulate the pedals, with the proper prayer from us all, then the old T was off and running.

James would back up with the reverse gear whining like a squealing hog. He would back up to where we were breathing hard for fresh air from the heavy work. We then loaded up the perishables and we were on our way from Liberty to downtown Aubrey.

We first stopped at Skeet’s, because he bought chickens, turkeys, cream, butter and eggs. Skeet kept what he wanted and then sent the rest on the train to the market.

Skeet would pay my mother for the products and we would then purchase our groceries which was the main order of the day. We went back home, and the next day we went to church at the Liberty Methodist Church.

Providence is marching on its way to take the Liberty community, and in a few short years, there will be no more shallow wells.

During that period of my life, I can recall that cotton was a major source of the neighbors’ income. Corn was and had always been a good crop in addition to the cotton. The land then began producing peanuts which is the livelihood that most of us recall. But now the peanuts are dwindling and the horse farming has generated a modest part of our neighborhood. But it is quite obvious that the large fine homes and apartments of Providence are going to replace the horse farming.