The House Is Gone, But The Hill and Memories are Still There
The hill on the way from our house to Coppic’s seemed much steeper back then, but that’s the thoughts of a child.
As kids, we thought Aunt Sally Coppic owned the hill as well as the house, so we always called it Coppic Hill.
With dirt roads and little traffic, it was one of our favorite places to play and we had the skinned elbows and scraped knees from being pushed down that hill…scrunched up in an old tire to prove it, but what fun:
John and Sally Coppic’s Place has been torn down, gone forever, but not my memories.
Other families have lived there over the years and I remember, but my memories will always center around Aunt
Sally…the Coppic Place and Coppic Hill.
The Britt family, were the last to live there. I’m glad I snapped a picture before the Britt family tore it down.
I have witnessed the old house being demolished from start to finish. I stopped several times when I saw the Britt’s out working. Mrs. Britt told roe the house was still solid as a rock when they occupied it…”Hardly a squeak out of the old place during a storm,” she said.
Over the years, with different occupants, it’s appearance changed, but I still saw it as a beautiful structure (two story) with pretty screen doors, and Aunt Sally living inside.
I noticed the first stage of “tearing down” when I passed one day and wondered what they would do with the old screen doors. They weren’t quite as pretty as they used to be with coats and coats of paint, but some of the gingerbread trim was still intact. I wanted one of them. Why? Maybe as a reminder of my childhood visits with Aunt Sally Coppic.
From time to time, when I drove by, I noticed one thing or another being ripped away and I kept thinking I would stop and ask if they would sell me one of the old screen doors. I continued to keep an eye on them, thinking I had plenty time to inquire. I didn’t. It was too late. When I stopped and asked about them, I was told they had been hauled away with the other unwanted parts that had been torn down.
“We would have given them to you, had you asked,” Mrs. Britt said. This only made the situation worse. I walked away. Disappointed… thinking: “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure,” hoping someone believing this had “latched” onto the old screen doors.
Footnote: John Coppic worked as a night watchman at Clark & Bailey’s Company Store. He died after falling from the top floor window, leaving Sally, his wife, and three daughters; Annie, Kate and Muncie. Muncie was Post Mistress at the Jenny Lind Post Office