Anyone who grew up in Birmingham would remember The Pizitz as a wonderful department store in the center of down town. We lived in a new part of Birmingham away from town in a home designed and built by my parents with four children Long Sunday afternoons we played kickball or later teather ball. A whole wall allowed one to hit a tennis ball for hours. Games played like Annie Over where a tennis ball was thrown over the roof and if caught the one that caught it would sneak around and then try and hit the opponent with the ball thus making them go to the other side. If you could run around back to your side you didn't have to go to the other side. The game was won when one side had all the team members of the opponent. Daddy made is own grill with cinder blocks and a steel grate that he would light hickory wood under for the most divine Sirloin Steaks. No one lived near by so you could ride your bike up and down the gravel road without seeing a soul. I had a Mimosa tree I climbed to look out. We had horses we rode and because the house was made for children there were large rooms where we could roller skate inside with our boot skates. When the milkman came we would ride with him to the end of the road and walk back to the house.
We went to Highlands United Methodist Church so we did come to town for church.
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