Pop's Farm and Thereabouts

Frank Smith, now a resident of Scottsboro, has done what more of us want to do and need to do but keep putting off. He has captured on paper treasured recollections of his growing-up years, and his wife, Rosemary, has created attractive pages held in loose-leaf binders, the book entitled “Nectar – Pop’s Farm and Therabouts.” Below are its introduction and its first tale.


This booklet is just a bunch of stories brought out of my childhood memory of the hard times in and around Nectar and my Pop’s farm and the farm life during the aftermath of the great depression.

When did the depression end? Depends on who you talk to. The thirties and forties were hard times. The forties were on the slo rise. The fifties were must better. The fifties were the beginning of the life we enjoy now, but still a whole world away from the present life.

So, as you read, remember that we grew up in tough times; we were a tough bunch of people, bred from a touch civilizaiton. If you are over 65 years old, you have probably spent a few days bent over in a cotton patch, had a quick dip in a creek or a washpan at sundown: no TV, maybe no electricity, no car, nowhere to go and nothing to do except rest and be able to start again at daylight.

The strong made it; the weak ones went to rest at the Nectar Cemetery. God bless them. I would love to be standing in the middle of the Nectar Cemetery when Jesus comes back for us and watch the graves burst and the sleeping ones come forth.

I hope that everyone will forgive me for the bits of language. I could not seem to find another word to explain the story.

How I Got My Name Steve Franklin Smith Sr.

It is interesting how I got my name.

Surprisingly enough, my Daddy was well known and well liked by everybody in the county. March 31 and Pop was 63 years old. A baby boy was born; it was hard times in ’36. It was planting time.

Pop was broke, but needed fertilize. He went to town to see the fertilize salesmen – there was two of them, Steve Worren and Frank Gladly. Pop went to see Steve first, with his hat in his hand.

Steve saw him come in the door and hollered, “Hey, Uncle Lee come on back here.” Said, “Unc, what is this I hear tell, you have a new baby at your house, you old son of a gun.”

Pop said, “Yep, a find baby boy.”

Steve said “Yeah, what did you name him, Unc.” Pop, “Why, Steve, I’m ashamed of you. You know that I would name him after you, my best friend.”

“Why, Uncle Lee, you didn’t.”

“Sure did.”

“Say, Unc Lee, how much fertilize do you need this year?” Pop said, “Steve, I’m broke.”

He said, “That’s all right. I’ll send it out next week, you pay me next fall.”

Pop didn’t want to push his luck, so he shot for half the wad. Left there, got out on the sidewalk, breathed a sigh of relief, headed for Frank Gladly’s place. Walked in the same thing.

“Hey, Uncle Lee, come on back here. Unc Lee, I hear tell you have a fine baby boy at your place.”

“Yep, sure do.”

“Unc, you must have some mighty fine neighbors.” Pop said, “Frank, it pays to have good neighbors.” (Hearty laughter.)

“Uncle Lee what did you name that boy?”

“Why, Frank, I’m ashamed of you; I named him after you, my best friend.” (Laughter.)

“Uncle Lee, how much fertilize do you need this year?”

“Frank, I’m broke.”

“Oh, that’s all right, pay me this fall.”

I got my name, Pop got his fertilize, the salesmen got their sale.

Some of my family calls me “Fertilize.” Some call me Bull___.”