I Remember The Proctor Bullets

When I was little, Proctor, Texas was dry…no alcohol of any kind sold there…and asking to go to the store meant Herb and Martha Kennedy’s combo gas station/grocery store that stood right on the west corner of Highway 377 and “the road,” the one that you turned on to go to downtown Proctor, of course.

I can remember those hot summer days in Proctor just as if I were there now. The air was still, sultry almost, the faint buzz of bees humming over the blooms that lent an ever so slight fragrance to the hot afternoon air.

At some point in the day, my brother Steve and I would ask if we could walk to the store to get a “bullet,” and I do not remember ever being refused. With our money (I wish I could remember how much.) in our probably grubby little hands, we would be off on our great adventure, the one that never grew old, our trip to the store.

Turning the corner, the road stretched out in front of us, seemingly endless to two children (heading north toward 377).  Of course, there were a couple of stops to be made on the way, the first one at the Proctor well, the one that sat right in the middle of the road. I was completely fascinated by that well.

Next on the way was the yard of Lilly Belle McCamey. If Lilly Belle happened to be in the yard, of course we stopped to chat with our special older friend!

And then we were there! That big old wooden building held all kinds of possibilities to two country kids, and Herb or Martha were always ready to chat, or so it seemed at the time.

Finally, with the reason for our walk firmly in our hands, we would begin the long walk back, licking the melting treat with every step. Of course, we arrived back at our grandparents’ home a sticky, dirty mess. What a great day we had had!

*Photo from Google images; I couldn’t find an actual bullet.

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Fredda Davis Jones was raised “in the country” in Comanche County and learned very early that creativity and innovation are traits that can flourish even in small-town Texas and that with enough effort, indeed nothing is impossible, including being married to the same man for over 40 years! Rickey and Fredda have 2 children, 5 grandchildren, and a crazy life that includes sitting in the bleachers several times a week. The rest of her time is spent creating great content for texansunited.com and marketing small-town Texas.
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8 Responses to I Remember The Proctor Bullets

  1. James Boldebuck says:

    I became relaxed and wanting to take a nap just reading your post about the porch swing. I can remember sitting in a swing at my grandparents house south of Mercers Gap when the only sounds were birds, some insects and the sound of the chain on the swing. It was hypnotic.

  2. RoxAnna Fuquay says:

    I loved Lilly Belle. She was my Sunday school teacher for as long as I can remember. I still remember when she told me should would no longer be my Sunday school teacher and I think I cried a mile.

  3. Carol Martin says:

    Boy, Did that bring back memories

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