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5-19-07 Barefoot in Bogart in the 40’s and 50’s by Jack Hogan

Jack Hogan…… We may have been the last free generation In Bogart in the 40s and 50s

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May 18, 2007

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Barefoot in Bogart in the 40’s and 50’s by Jack Hogan

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By Wendell Dawson, Editor, AVOC, Inc

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Jack Hogan graduated from Bogart High School in 1954.   His younger brothers, Donald (Class of 57) and Larry (Class of 59) graduated from Oconee County High School on Mars Hill Road.    Donald and Larry were at OCHS while I was attending there.

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Their father, “Preacher Hogan”, was a minister at the Bogart Church of Christ.  My mother attended that church as a teenager.  Mr. Hogan also served as County School Superintendent in the 50’s and later served as Mayor of Bogart.

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Jack has lived in Tennessee for many years and is now retired. He played basketball in High School and College.   Like his two brothers, he had considerable athletic talent.   From time to time, Jack writes about his experiences and memories of Bogart.   Folks who grew up in small towns and rural areas of the 40’s and 50”s can identify with many of Jack’s remembrances.

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As one who attended the Watkinsville School in the 40’s and 50’s, I remember many of those days of a quieter and slower-paced life.   Those experiences helped mold us and gave us roots.    Sadly, many young people of today do not have those experiences and roots.Our society is the poorer because of it.

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 Bogart High School Attended by Jack Hogan

                                                                           

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“Preacher Hogan”  


Remembering Bogart, Georgia

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May 17, 2007

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By Jack Hogan, Class of 54, Bogart High School

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Today I pulled off my shoes and walked the yard

Barefooted and remembered Bogart 

I showed Margaret my foot prints in the dirt

Each print showed only four toes to her surprise

You see my little toe on each foot

Rests on the toe next to it - just like Mom's

Growing up in Bogart

From about this time every year for months

We went without shoes

We had no idea we were deprived

But we did kick rocks occasionally

The end of my big toe was scalped often

More than once did we step on a nail, broken glass,

Or simply stump our toe 

If it was a bad wound

We took a piece of torn cloth

Wrapped the toe and tied it off in back

Knees just kind of had to do without

No cloth rag would stay around the knee

Occasionally we put mercurochrome on it 

But none of that sissy salve stuff 

It was summer and we were out of school

 We played basketball beside the church

 Baseball in the road and kick-the-can after dark 

Played until all tuckered out 

We defeated every enemy

Indians, Bank Robbers, Germans, Japs

We climbed trees and played in the barn

If it rained we made mud balls and fought with them until someone was hurt, but not bad

We had no fear

Such as now chills a parent’s heart

We may have been the last free generation

In Bogart in the 40s and 50s

Jack Hogan

All-American Nobody


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