A Young Tim Marsh

More stories from The First Thirty Years.

Below are more of the stories from my grandfather in the biography. Please refer to the previous post for a map showing the location of the different events. Here are "Numbers 2, 3 and 4."

NUMBER 2
I fell into the fireplace here when about a year and a half old, burning hands and face. This cabin belonged to Mr. Tom Beavers, a Justice of the Peace for the 22nd District [Lincoln, County, TN]. This little house was across the Goshen (Lincoln) Road from the water mill. Dr. Dickey doctored me.

NUMBER 3
October 1923, we moved to the Zack Wells house (later McCrory) at Lincoln across the road from the school. I was then two years, three months old, this is my first memory, I recall looking out the front window, while sitting on an old trunk, at the children in the school yard that fall. Later the same fall, Dad, grand-dad, Mr. Wells and Bob Mansfield killed two hogs in the back lot, this I remember, also just before Christmas the same year, I remember Mr. Buck Wells carried us in his Model T Ford to Flintville to catch the train to McMinnville to visit mother's folks. It was cold as whiz, Mr. Wells had eisenhower curtains on the windows. We had bricks warmed and wrapped in lap rugs to help keep us warm. I remember him telling dad what that middle peddle on the floor was used for. I remember grandpa Collie Cantrell came on the train at McMinnville and carried me off. Next day we went to Dibrell with Mr. Flanders to visit mother's family.

While living at Mr. Wells' house, dad worked for Mr. Zach Wells at his farm, later the Burt Mansfield place. It was here that mother and I had our first picture made together. Dad rode his wheel (bicycle) back and forth to work, remember he put one of mother's garters around his pants leg because he kept getting them caught in the sprocket. Funny about the strange things you remember.

NUMBER 4
Moved here January 1924, it was the Clarence Mitchell place. We referred to it as the place across the creek (Flint River). It is still standing today. Its on the old road to Flintville. It was here a year later that I heard my first radio. It was WSM's broadcast of the whistle of the Dixie Flyer passenger train as it passed the big WSM tower south of Brentwood at 5:10 each afternoon. Woodie Rush, a poor farmer with a house full of girls, owned this radio, an Atwater-Kent. Woodie set his clock by this broadcast, more about Woodie later.

Below are two photos I wanted to include with this section. The first photo is of my grandfather's parents and the second is of my grandfather with his parents.

Richard A. Marsh and Blanche Marsh: 26 Apr 1919

Richard A. Marsh, Timothy R. Marsh and Blanche Marsh