Porterdale Mill on the Yellow
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Memories of Wilson Ollis born 1921, and lived at 25 Hazel Street, Porterdale, with his parents Philo and Emma Ollis. |
Philo gave up farming and became a mason. He soon learned how to lay a straight wall. He heard that the Bibb Manufacturing Company (cotton mills) was opening a plant in Porterdale, Georgia. The Company had placed an ad for a brick mason in the paper. Bibb would be building many houses to house their employees. So Philo heads towards Porterdale, and took a room in a boarding house in Covington, a nearby town. Philo went to apply for the brick mason job. The first question
was if he could build a fireplace for a four-room house, where each of
the four rooms would have a fireplace, yet use only one flue? He was
not concerned about laying the brick, he badly wanted the job and said
that he could do it. Philo stayed up all night drawing up plans how he
would build the fireplace and flue. He took the plans in the next day.
He got the job. He became an overall maintenance man for Bibb. He
built several structures in Porterdale, including wading pools for the
youngsters. One of the wading pools was located
on the playground at the elementary school. |
This is when I was in the second grade
in Porterdale.
It all begins with my memory going back to my
grammar school days. I loved
going to school until one day at lunch period (I would normally
spend my nickel for lunch and get a bottle of milk (three cents) and
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (two cents)) I was confined
to my classroom for something that slips my memory after three score
and ten plus years. My class room was on the first floor, as
were most class rooms in 1926. That day I got out on the
window ledge, and I began to walk back and forth until my teacher
saw me and yelled "get off that window ledge." She
yelled, "I'll take care of you later." That was the
beginning of my dislike for school. Little did I realize that
the fear that was put in my heart that day would cost me a high
school education. As the years went by I realized that I
needed to have such an education just to compete in the world.
Needless to say in every job I held it was hard to get by without a
high school diploma. I tried by being good hard worker.
Wilson Ollis
Note: Wilson later eared a PhD in Theology. |
I lived in Porterdale on Hazel Street,
when I was about 12 years old.
Farmers came around in the village with their
produce. One day one came and stopped in front of our house
with his two horse wagon. He asked me to watch his load of
watermelons while he went door to door to see if he could
sell some. I agreed to watch it. I climbed into
the wagon and picked up the reins. A playmate of mine
picked up a board and smacked the horse in the rear end. I was
off for the ride of my life. From where I lived on Hazel it
was downhill all the way to the river. The horses were just
flying. The wagon fell apart plank by plank and the
watermelons were just flying, bursting all over the road. By
the time I got to the bridge I tried to steer the horses to the
center of the bridge. The wheels hit the steel on the bridge and
that finished the wagon. I was riding the tongue which was all
that was left. The owner of the wagon never
questioned what happened. He surveyed the damage. He was
glad that I was not hurt or killed.
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Wilson
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