The “Letter to the Editor” in last week’s paper, concerning the alcohol issue, was just signed Beverly Davis, Water Valley. Unfortunately we have two Beverly Davises in the Valley and we should have made a clear identification as to which one was writing this letter. In a separate article in this week’s edition this is being corrected, but I’d also like to help with this matter. It never hurts to have a correction in several places.
The Beverly Davis writing the letter was not Beverly Joyner Davis—wife of Jerry Davis, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Chester Joyner, mother of Andrea (Mrs. Lance) Clement.
We do apologize for this, and in the future will publish addresses along with names, on Letters to the Editor, to help readers know just who is writing.
Other misleading material appeared in last week’s paper in Alexe’s “Talk of the Valley” Column about Post Master Sherman Hillhouse. Sherman says that he certainly did not refer to the younger guardsmen as “Knuckleheads”. He says that what he did say (and says he probably should not have used the term at all) was that when he began his service career he made knucklehead mistakes and that most young people starting out do. I can identify with that—in my early days at the Herald I made some great ones—unfortunately I still do. Thank goodness I’m not in demolition.
There was also a problem with how the salaries of postal employees are arrived at. Even I knew this and had I read the article before it was printed would probably have caught this. Unfortunatly I was working on the Graduation Section last week and didn’t read the paper until Thursday night—except for the parts that I set. Disregard the formula given in that article. However, rest assured that postal employees earn every cent they get, and more. Al’s a postman and I have many other friends in the department and believe me I don’t want their jobs at any salary.
Sherman and I went on to discuss the handwritings they have to try to decipher. I deal with a little of this each week, while trying to figure out what some of the articles that cross my desk are saying. He told me one thing that, in the printing business I should have already been aware of, when you used the beautifully colored envelopes—that are especially prevelant on holidays such as Mother’s Day, Christmas, and Easter—it creates a very difficult problem for the postal system. Red, orange, bright pink, purple, green, blue, etc. envelopes addressed with black ink, when scanned read as solid black. If you use these beautiful envelopes, stick on a white label and then address it. It will sure help our postal servants—and probably will expidite the deliver of your cards. (Sherman didn’t say this, that’s my assumption). Also, when we’re hand addressing mail, as I always do, let’s make sure we write as legibly as possible.
I do appreciate our fine Post Master and all the Water Valley Postal Employees—they all do a great job.
Have had several visitors in the office recently that it was so good to visit with.
Betty Cox Morris of Snellville, Georgia, along with Brother Tommy of Coffeeville were in. Betty and Betty Davis have been great friends since childhood and so through the years this friendship just spilled over to Ed and me. They are children of the late Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Cox, who lived on Panola Extended. Mr. Cox for many years owned and operated the shoe repair shop in the Valley. When Tommy lived in San Antonio he often stopped by for a visit and our friendship has continued since he came back home. Betty says, “I’ve missed seeing you the last couple of times I been home, so thought I’d better stop by and say hello.” I’m so glad she did, because we’d have missed each other again if she hadn’t. With the Graduation Section and Mother’s Day, I didn’t even get to go eat with the gang once while she was here. Hunter even had ballgames and I thought I get to at least one and then we’d all go eat and visit, but didn’t happen. However, we did cover lots of territory during our short visit at the office and I’m looking forward to her coming again. Tommy, you can drop by anytime—we can always fine something (or someone) to talk about.
Ann Callaway of Greenville was in to pay her subscription and it was so good to visit with her. It had been a long time since I’d seen her face to face—we had enjoyed phone visits and Ann writes letters. Through the years she has given us valuable information on things to see and do, and most importantly good places to eat, in the Greenville Area. These were especially helpful during Jim’s days at DSU when we spent a lot of time in that part of the Delta. Ann says she and Bill plan to return to Yalobusha County when they retire. Can’t believe they’re even close enough to retirement to think about this, but guess they are. Our area is a great place to live and with these super folks, and others who have left the county to earn a living, returning it will just get better and better. Was great to see you, Ann, and am looking forward to your being here with us permanently.
Was also great to visit with Keith Stevens briefly Monday. Our paths cross on a pretty regular basis, but it’s always just a crossing—with time only for a Hello and have a great day. He stayed for a few minutes, brought me up to date on what was happening in the lives of his and Jennie’s children, Matthew and Meridith. They’re doing great. You know he also had to listen to what our child is doing. That’s O.K. though since Keith and Jim go way back—to DSU days. As I stood there talking to Keith, I thought, “ I’ve know you a long time, even before he and Jennie were married.” I’ve always enjoyed his musical talent—could listen to him play guitar and sing forever. Then when Matthew and Meridith were young they went on picnics with us (Becky, Stan, Michael, Ludie, Ed and me and maybe the Davises). Those days are to far in the past (even though they seem like yesterday)—can’t remember who all was there, but we did have great times.
Keith promised to do a better job of keeping me informed on the happenings in the Stevens Family.
For most of my years in the Valley Lucille Joseph has been a visitor in Herald on Wednesday mornings (in the early days Thursdays). She always comes to get her copy of the paper and then stays for a delightful short visit. She and mother (Miss Dolly) and Ludie were great friends and they always visited. During those days I mostly just greeted her and then listened to their conversations. However, since Ludie died Lucille and I enjoy one on one visits and she is wonderful and most encouraging—she can brighten the worst day. Well the above was prompted by the fact that her daughter came by last week to purchase a subscription for her mother as a Mother’s Day Gift. Told her I was not sure I wanted to sell her one. She looked puzzled and then I gave her the above reason. After she promised to make sure that Lucille still comes for visits, I let her buy a subscription. O. K. Lucille, don’t forget me, I do need perking up on a regular basis.
As you have already learned most of Betty’s Week was spent working. However we did get to the good stuff on Saturday.
Brother Don, his wife, Gina, and daughter, Madison, hosted a family gathering at their home in Batesville Saturday night.
Mom had all six of her children, her four married in children, three grands, and two great-grands with her and she had a great time, as did all of us. When we get together it’s like turning back the clock to childhood—and the stories that are told are amazing. Mom always comments, “I never heard that before and how in the world did you six live to get grown?” We ate (grilled quail and chicken, with all the trimmings, along with too many desserts for those of you who like to keep up with the menus) and visited until way past most of our bedtimes, but we did have a good time. Of course there was a little sadness as we missed those no longer with us. I seem to miss Ed worse at gatherings of family and friends.
Then on Sunday we had lunch at Mom’s, with four of us present—more good food and stories.
Jim called me early Sunday monring and then I called Mom to make sure she was O.K., after her exciting night.
Had gotten Celeste’s and Jim’s card and gift on Friday. They always find the greatest cards and the one this year read, “Good Mom’s always let their kids lick the beater blades.” Then inside it continued, “But Great Moms turn off the beater first!” A personal note acclaimed me to be a great Mom, with wonderful words of praise—which I really don’t deserve. I really negelected my child in his growing up years, but he loves me anyway.
This column is getting way to long, but I still have to address something that has bothered me for a long time. During the Mother’s Day Season, I often hear folks say, “Mom’s is the greatest person in their lives, the one they love the most.” Well, now I’ve discussed this with my Mom on many occasions and I know that our feelings on this subject are the same. We’ve certainly covered this issue many times over the past 3-plus years. Mom (and Dad) in my early years were certainly the most important people to me. However, once I met Ed he captured this spot—with never a waver. Dad had that same position with Mom for the almost 25 years they were married, and I’m sure for the years they loved each other before they were married. This is the way it should be—and if it’s not you have a problem with your marriage relationship. Second in our lives should be our children, if we’re blessed with any. Mom knows that she’s still second in my life, even though I love her more than life iteself, because Celeste and Jim occupy that first place now. I know I’m second in Jim’s life and I’m just proud to have that position, because I do love my daughter-in-law.
Off my soap box, now, and I hope all mothers had a great day. Know you’re loved muchly, even if you’re not first in our lives.
Commencement Exercises will be held Saturday morning at ten o’clock in Tad Smith Coliseum on the Ole Miss Campus. Congratulations to all our graduates.