Bettys Week

Betty Shearer

    Played Bridge Thursday night for the first time in several weeks. As usual, I took low. It’s really not hard to do when you play with two and three points. We play 15 hands and on the night I’m sure I had no more than five points for more than half of these. Second high was one of the best players in the club (also getting these terrific hands), so I don’t feel to badly.

    I lucked out once—got a whopping 12 points so I bid. Naturally I was set, but only by one point. I do feel guilty taking the second best prize almost every week I play—but  I didn’t make the rules. This club has been in existence for I think over 40 years—maybe longer. I only came in about three years ago. I’m expecting them to re-write the By-Laws anytime. We had a great time—I like to play even if I’m loosing. Food was delicious and fellowship delightful.

    Our hostess was Hilda Broom and it’s always fun to visit her home. She has a new bottle tree—but placed it in her backyard, so she says it’s not an eyesore to the neighbors. Only she, or her guests who choose to, get to enjoy it. Hilda did a great job and want’s to build another if she can find bottles. If you have pretty bottles you’d like to contribute, bring them to me and I’ll get them to her. She’s using all colors.

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  After Jimmie and I returned the Cole Hill, we hung up my prize (a beautiful fern) and then went to bed early. We had to get up and get the van back to Tupelo Friday morning. Bill was left with instruction to get a beautiful Yellow Belle in the ground. It was compliments of J. C. Womble. I’d told J. C. that I needed a Yellow Belle. He came by Thursday and asked where I wanted it planted.

    Told him I wanted it for Jimmie, so late in the aftenroon he brought it by so it wouldn to have to sit in the hot car all day. He had carefully potted it in his rich dirt, watered it, and it didn’t look like it had been distrubed. When I got it out of the van and told Jimmie the story, she says, “Why didn’t you tell him just to bring it on to my yard and plant it anywhere he wanted to!”

  The van problem was promptly corrected and we were shortly off (hopefully) for our final day of shopping in the big city for awhile. The van is doing fine now—thanks to all of you who were concerned for me and my vehicle.

  Arrived back in Pope early, so I came on home. Needed to get up early Saturday morning and get some work done that I’d been postponing during the four Fridays we’d spent in Tupelo.

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  Got to Mom’s in time to feed her lunch Saturday. Brother Bo and Carolyn were busy in their and Mom’s yards. They were putting in shrubs, numerous flower beds and filling the hanging baskets. Now this is my brother who for most of his life has cut down every shrub, flower, etc. that got in the way of his lawnmower. Think he’s a victim of the body snatchers—but we do like the new Bo. Yards look so much prettier under his supervision.

  Then on Sunday, Brother Rance joined the yard beautification team. He weeded the daylily and other perinnial beds. The team really needs to come to my house—it’s a mess.

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  Monday morning Friend Mickey Hall dropped by to tell me that he and Sissie had adopted a couple of two year olds. I immediately thought he meant children and would not have been surprised at this—they’re both so young and active and such caring people. It was a day past April Fool, but Mickey got me. They have taken into their home a couple of two year old part Schnauzers—a brother and sister—that sound adorable. He says that they really only wanted one dog, but just couldn’t break up the pair. Being a dog lover, I know how much joy these little doggies are bringing into Mickey’s and Sissie’s lives. Pets are second only to children and Jim always maintained that our dogs got better treatment then he did and he was not sure were not more loved. He knew this was not true, but they did run a pretty close second.

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  A letter from our New England Bill Sissell this week reads:

  “Dear Betty,

  “By reading your column and by hearing from friends and relatives, I understand that spring is well established down your way. Here in New England we do have some crocus and snow drops blooming and the forsythia is threatening, so you can see we are several weeks behind you, but enjoying it none-the-less. Whatever the season is, I look forward to receiveing the NMH, whenever and whatever sequence it arrives.

  “On the matter of the latter subject, I am enclosing a copy of the March 22, 2007, issue of The Cape Cod Chronicle. It appears that the Herald is not the only publication experiencing delivery irregularities as attested to an article reprinted in the “You Guest It” Column. So now we know, the Herald is not the isolated victim of a  conspiracy but, in fact, is subject to a larger plot designed by the postal service. David Gustafson of the Rangley (Maine) Highlander attracted the attention of the editor of the Chronicle which has long experienced the same problems.  I am sure Mr. Gustafson would grant permission for the Herald to do a reprint, which should bring some comfort to your readers “beyond the Valley”.

  “Give my best regards to all of your staff and all who drop in to visit.”

  From the column Mr. Bill shared with us it seems that that these New England papers get the same complaint calls from subscribers that we do—late delivery, missed papers, etc. They to believe that each time the Postal Service tries to improve deliver, they in fact make it worse. This column also states that the problem does not lie at the local level, but in the Central Distribution Centers. The writer also reminds the Postal Department that we newspapers pay a significant amount of money each month for paper delivery, payment for papers which are not being delivered in a timely manner. The column ends by expressing a hope that mail delivery will improve. The closing paragraph encourages local readers, stating that if they live in the area of this publication all year long, to count their blessings. He says they’re lucky enough to live in one of the most beautiful places in all of New England—probably even in the entire U.S. Of course we belive this is also true of the Valley—we live in one of the most beutiful places in Mississippi and maybe even in the U.S.

Mr. Gustafson’s column reads like what I have been writing for years. I’m glad to know that we’re not the only paper getting poor out-of-state mail delivery and maybe if we all keep complaining it will be fixed.

  Thanks for sharing this paper with us Mr. Bill. We enjoyed reading not only this column, but the entire paper.

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  Son Jim will celebrate a 43rd Birthday Thursday—that’s hard to believe. Seems but yesterday we took him home from Dr. Spears Clinic early on the Sunday morning following Easter. It was cold and rainy, but it did not keep a multitude of folks from coming by to see our new baby on Sunday afternoon. He loved people on his birthday and has continued to enjoy company all of his life—always being an outgoing, caring person. Happy Birthday, Jim. All your family and friends send their best wishes.

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  Easter Sunday’s coming up and there are a few Sunrise Services planned for the area. However, a Community Sunrise Service will not be held this year—do wish we could get that going again.

  At Woodland Hills we’re eating breakfast at eight o’clock, followed by Morning Worship at nine. This will be the only service of the day.

  Happy Easter to everyone.

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