so large it had posts.
We felt elegant with white tablecloths. Daddy would order a big breakfast for all of us – eggs, bacon, biscuits
… He and Mother enjoyed the hot coffee. When they brought the plates of food, he would immediately ask the waitress to
bring another round of the huge biscuits that they served with a really good homemade jelly. When it was summer we would sit
on the front porch while everyone got ready to go. With tummies full of good food, we were ready to roll on the final leg to our
destination. It was a good time for me to take a nap.
During the return trip in the evening, if we had time, we would frequently stop at one of the drug stores in Searcy – usually at Headlee’s where we would eat at the fountain. They had the little “ice cream” tables and chairs. We looked forward to the really good grilled pimento cheese sandwiches, which we washed down with chocolate milkshakes. Of course, they were made with another memorable souvenir of the journey – Yarnell’s Ice Cream. At that time we could not get Yarnell’s in North Little Rock. That seemed to make the White County treasure twice as sweet!
Daddy and I made many trips together. One Sunday we woke up early to leave and were surprised to find snow falling. My mother and sister would not go but Daddy and I bravely started out. I was uneasy but Daddy pressed on. The snow was still falling and the tires were beginning to lose traction on the old highway. Just before we got to Searcy, the road abruptly turned right. There was a white house with a black iron fence. More than half a century later, I can still see that house and fence in my mind’s eye. When we started to turn right, the car began to slide and did a 180-degree spin! Daddy didn’t utter a sound. He just headed that car for home. No Mayfair biscuits or Yarnell milkshakes on that trip! Searcy was always a prominent part of our Batesville trips.