10.17.2007

Jeterville


This is kinda long, but I thought it was interesting.


 I've written occasionally about "Jeterville." A guy came across my reference to it on the Internet and sent me this email yesterday:


[In] 1977, my parents . . . owned and operated this convenient store and Fina gas station called Jeters. We put up a sign and T-shirts that read "Jeterville, population 6 and 1 cat". Which described our family at the time. A promotional thing my Mom came up with, as I remember. When I came across your writing it took me back to that time in my life. I'm sure you could care less but maybe you'll find some interest in my e-mail. One summer evening, around that same time, I was at the store with Dad . . . when I saw a big tour bus pull up to the store, the gas pumps exactly. I stopped in my tracks at the front window when I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever experienced. She had long thick flowing blond hair; the kind that when the Texas night wind grabbed it it didn't let go. She wore this long black tattered dress with white skin that was reflected by any light. As she approached the store I began to notice another blond, but her hair was darker, almost red, a tall man with short hair in black leather, and then lastly this tall, lanky man with a beard and long hair; the classic 70's look to me. As they approached the front glass door with me square in the middle of it, in a trance, I didn't move; the blond said " young man, you must have the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen", as she bent down to my level, she kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked. I'd never been kissed before, other than my mother. And as she kissed me she smelled funny to me. Later in life I learned about pot and that was her smell, I'll never forgot that scent. I stepped aside and waited until the lanky man passed through, as Dad pleaded, but lovingly, "Boy, stay out of the way". As if we were visited by royalty. Dad had an expression on his face I had never noticed before . . . . I remember walking out and getting into the tour bus; it was dark with that smell I mentioned before, and Dad and I listening to the women singing to guitar music. I remember the blond giving me another kiss before they left. A short time later Dad said "Boy," (and he never started a sentence to me without starting with boy), "Don't forget tonight, because you spent time with Mick Fleetwood." I really had no clue what he meant until years later. Way later. I, probably in high school, realized I spent time with Fleetwood Mac and was kissed by Stevie Nix, listened and experienced a small piece of their life on the road in the late 70's. I appreciate that experience I had, now, especially now that Mom passed in 1984, Dad passed in 1997 and sister Sammye passed in 1993. Only 3 left in the population of Jeterville, Texas; and no cat . . . Thanks for the memory . . .

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

that was a cool story! ill tip my beer to jeterville!

Anonymous said...

Landslide is one of my all time favorite songs. Thanks for posting that story.

Anonymous said...

The real question is could you see clear up Stevie's nose? Must of gotten a contact high from the pot and cocaine. And its "Nicks."

AnObiter said...

What a very nice email, and post. Thanks for sharing. Yanks at the eye-misting. =)

Anonymous said...

That is cool! I loved Fleetwood Mac in high school and even now!

Think Frustrated said...

That's pretty cool.

Anonymous said...

Back when the Baptists and Church of Christs had their way and Decatur was dry and we used to make the "beer run" to "the line". Of course, when we were in high school we had to have some of the sketchy folks from that bar next door buy us beer...

Jeter's had the coldest beer and best porn mags around...

Anonymous said...

yep, very cool story.

House of R & R said...

That was a neat story unfortunately, the only memory of Jeterville I have is how nasty that place was.

The Devil said...

Wastin' away again in f@#$in' Jeterville, searchin' for my lost shaker of salt, Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know it's that cat's damn fault!

Anonymous said...

They were probably in route to Houston ~ I remember seeing them in concert about that time. And yes, what a glorious, sweet smell.

Anonymous said...

now that is a cool story and worth my time to read.

Anonymous said...

There's a cool country music video by George Jones called "Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes" and it's the same type of story. Probably on youtube somewhere. But being such a big fan, you'd think the guy would know it's Stevie Nicks, not Nix.

Anonymous said...

Great story ! I did see Stevie on her " White Wing Dove" tour..

A walk down memory lane....

Anonymous said...

I will be dreaming abouth this story tonight, and wishing I was on the receiving end of that sweet kiss! Stevies not to great to look at now, but, oh boy, back in the day, JAZZED ME BIG TIME!!

Anonymous said...

Too long. Next time write about Hooterville please.

rpm said...

Having been on Foghat, Poison, Emmy Lou Harris, Wade Hayes, Dwight Yoakum, Toby Keith, David Allen Coe and Willie Nelson's busses I have to admit that was a cool story.

I still have an old Jeterville armadillo window sticker somewhere.

Anonymous said...

Sometime back around 1990 I lived in Bridgeport and drove to Fort Worth every day to work. I passed Jeterville every day on my way to and from work. At the time I did not think to much of Jeterville the small town that sold Alcohol. One night my car broke down on that stretch of road in between 820 exit and Jeterville. I prayed so hard to just let me make it to Jeterville so that I could be safe and not stranded on the side of the road. This was before we all had cell phones. My car stopped on the other side of the highway from Jeters. I remember running across the highway to the store. They had a phone so I called someone to come get me and then they told me I could wait inside until my help arrived. I had never been inside a liquer store before.so I was looking around trying to figure out a way to pass my time when I saw the magazine rack. So I went over to find that all they had was ADULT MAGAZINES. I was so embarrassed that I was even looking at them. I rush over to the old chair that I had been setting in and did not move until my ride arrived. I sure was Happy to see Jeterville that night!
Thanks for sharing this story. It sure does bring back some memories.

Anonymous said...

Anyone got Jeterville memorobilia to show on here?

Anonymous said...

To 12:16AM- I don't have any memorbelia, but I do remember(1975,76?) the Christmas Eve murder of Mike(Tractor) Manning. I wrote about it, but I put it on the wrong thread, the story(worth reading) is on the thread with the picture of the fence in the fog. SORRY!!

Anonymous said...

My favorite part was the sign in front that sized up peoples dogs.There was the small dog,medium dog,big dog,and yes the KING KONG dog.Thanks for the memories.

Anonymous said...

Besides the shooting of ole Tractor, I will NEVER FORGET!!!,,,,, I think it was early to mid '70's, I went to the c-store to get some "cole bare" one rainy night and just as I had grabbed the front door handle (aluminum) to walk inside, the "biggest zapping" sound, that I had ever heard, as in ELECTRIC went thru my whole body, I just knew it was a lightning bolt and that the sound had'nt caught up with it yet, I knew I was FRIED!!! I was afix'n to go to my knees, and then then I heard again and then once again, and then I looked up!!.......................... This folks, was my first experience with what is known today as THE BUG ZAPPER!!

Anonymous said...

They also sold lots of stink bombs as well that were handy gym clearers during pep rallys.

Annie Jokely said...

mmmm, Jeterville - when I was a kid, it was the best place in Texas to stop in for a Jolt Cola and some beef jerky... and a glimpse of boobs on the way back to the cooler.

janneba said...

I spent from 1982 until July of 1994 working in the liquor store at Jeterville, worked 10-9 or whenever Glen would come down and relieve me 4 days a week. Met lots of people from Wise County when I went to work at WM in Decatur in 1997 people would ask me don't I know you from somewhere I would just smile and say you don't know me but I know what you drank.LOL Good times