Paddle Finds Its Way Home; So Does Ticket
Today, the first thing that I must do is extend an apology to Mrs. Ben Smith (Kay-Kay to most people, but like just another cousin to us Sissell cousins for she grew up living between our aunts and uncles in Water Valley). After the recent article when I told about the counting of the votes at the Williamson precinct I did not include Kay-Kay and daughter Stacy as witnesses to the scene at the old school building that evening. Kay-Kay’s description was much more vivid than mine. I wish you could have heard her say, “They really thought we were F.B. I. ‘poll watchers.’” I am sorry Kay-Kay.
The Paddle Returns
The next is not an apology. One of the sayings around here, these days is, where are you most likely to meet almost anybody you ever knew— at Wal-Mart of course. Last week, as we left Wal-Mart, we met a former student’s child, actually one of Nannette’s “student grandchildren,” Suzanne Reed. Suzanne told us that she had quit her job in Olive Branch so that she could stay with her mother who was very sick. I have not a glimmering of how the conversation got to “paddles,” but it did. Suddenly, Suzanne began questioning Nannette about the description of the paddle that Mr. Joiner, Junior High School Principal, personally made for her. (He brought it to the library and asked for library tape with which he taped both ends. When he finished he said, “Mrs. Sissell, I want this to be a study hall. Use this when necessary”). “Mrs. Sissell, did you say that it was taped?” Nannette’s reply was, “Yes, especially on the ‘business’ end, to prevent splitting.” Gasping, Suzanne answered, “Mrs. Sissell, I have your paddle—had it in my hand yesterday!” “I don’t know how I got it but I’m going to bring it to you next week for I’ve got to go to Oxford and I’ll bring it by your house!”
It seems, that to pass the time, Suzanne was going through the stacked back saves, “stuff,” which we all have in our homes, for she knew that shortly she was going to have to close down her mother’s home. In addition to the paddle she brought an item that concerned me, when she came by the house several days ago. It came from her grandfather’s records while he served as Justice of the Peace.
When I answered the doorbell her first question was, “Mr. Sissell, did you ever get a speeding ticket?” I don’t believe she thought that I would have been guilty of speeding for when I began, “I don’t remember”—she interrupted with, “I thought you would deny it but I’ve brought the proof right here” as she extended a sheet of paper to me. There on that sheet of paper was the Justice of the Peace’s (her grandfather) notation, W. P. Sissell—date– speeding—fine–$1—my memory was jogged, and we had a good laugh in a very down time for the young lady. She doesn’t know about the several other times that I have been caught (and I did not elaborate)..
Her mother left us several days later and Suzanne called Mrs. Sissell shortly after her mother’s passing.
The petition, passed by the Yalobusha County Board of Supervisors, published in last weeks paper, relating to land held unnecessary for flood control, is interesting. I do have some questions. In the years that followed, I was personally acquainted with the attorney in charge of evaluation and purchase of the land. It took Sardis many years to get action on the parcel involved with the marina—but I know there are instances where some of the “unnecessary for flood control land” has been released.
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