Maybe My Storytelling Started Here

Memories began to flow inside my head when I was sitting out a heavy rainstorm in my car parked in front of my house.  Rather than lose the train of thought filled with childhood memories I dictated them in the Dragon App on my phone. I am keeping these in Evernote.

 The Elizabeth Section - in Charlotte, N.C. was developed around a train crossing - so the sound of soulful whistles was the Musak of my childhood but I did not realize that until 45 years later when Jim and I spent a week-end in a B and B off Seventh Street and I heard that music again during all hours of the night and day. 

The house I lived in on 7th street had wide porches on the front and some wrapped around the sides of the house. We played on them in the hot summer and on rainy days. Or anytime we wanted to "put on a show".  A neighbor lady loved hearing me, at age 6, sing The White Cliffs of Dover. She was serious about ecouraging me so she took me downtown to audition for a local radio talent show.

It was held at the Visualite Movie Theater. I was selected and the Saturday morning I faced a large audience for the first time ever I was scared and shakings. The announcer coached me with a kind voice. "Go ahead, Ellouise."I took a deep breath and sang. I had forgotten all about that morning but when I remembered it the other day I could hear the sound of the applause.

Have to keep thinking about those days in the Elizabeth Section .

(I am using Facebook and this blog to capture memories of my childhood and other personal stories.

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