automobiles, radios, moving pictures and T.V., what young folks did to pass the time. We did have good times and lots of fun.
I might as well tell just here how Aunt Lizzie wanted me to do when I went out on dates. She would say, "John, I want you home by 10:30". I would say "Yes Mam'', but I did not promise to be in. She very carefully locked all the doors, but I always found that the window in the parlor where Grandpa took hid nap was not latched, and I could come in there from the front porch. Grandpa never said anything to me for, having been a young man at one time, he understood, So I felt he supported me, and that he approved of my later hour. A funny thing was that Aunt Lizzle never pinned me down as to the exact hour of by return.
I suppose I might as well tell here how Aunt Lizzie did not want to waste the whiskey that was left in the house when Grandma died. In those days the doctors used whiskey in the treatment of typhoid fever; Aunt Fan had typhoid fever not long before we come to live with Grandpa. He had been able to get some good whiskey and Aunt Fan got well before it was used up. I can remember two or three large earthen Jars in the closet in which the whiskey was kept. Grandpa did not use It except for colds, so there were still a few gallons left at the time of his death. Now here is the catch; Aunt Lizzie who had helped get North Carolina to vote for prohibition through her crusade with the W.C.T.U., wanted to get John White Moore, who was high Sheriff or Iredell County and was responsible for catching bootleggers, to transport the whiskey to Charlotte where she hoped to get Sam Smith to sell it. She Just did not want to pour it out and have to lose the cost of the whiskey, for some reason. She did not seem to think that she was asking her nephews to violate the Law. I never did hear what happened to the whiskey. I suppose Uncle Lynn persuaded her to either give it to Dr.Thurston for medicine or she poured it out. This is a strange Idea to ever have been considered for one moment by Aunt Lizzie who was truly a fine Christian,
Uncle Nick came less frequently because he was a busy doctor, first in Pineville when we case home, but later on in Mooresville where he died in 1915. He too was a fine Christian man and was so busy helping people who were sick that he himself was a poor collector of what was due him in fees. He was like Grandpa in that he was far more interested in people than money. Aunt Maggie, his wife, was a very fine woman and did a wonderful job of raising and educating her family when left a widow with several young children. It was always a pleasure to visit in her home.
Uncle Lynn came to be the pastor of the Presbyterian Church at Taylorsvllle, I think during the time I was at Davidson. He had