By Betty Shearer
As has been the case in several columns, since its inception over 25 years ago, I’ll begin with a correction and an apology. Last week, with much sorry, I reported the death of long-time friend, R. F. Rowsey. In expressing sympathy to the family I gave him another Rowsey wife. After several mutual friends called to ask if R. F.’s wife was not Lillian, I realized that I’d made a mistake. Sure enough, reading the column I discovered that I’d incorrectly identified her. Now the Mrs. Rowsey mentioned I had known, but not nearly as well as I do Lillian. Again, I extend my sympathy to her and the family, and apologize for my mistake.
The report that one out of three people over the age of 65 fall each year just may be correct. I’m as sure footed as a mountain goat and last Thursday morning I fell. Missed the bottom step coming down stairs from my bedroom and landed on knees and shins. Thought I’d broken both knees. Finally was able to crawl across the landing to the step down into the laundry room. Worked both legs out, placed feet on the floor and then rested for a while. Began to wiggle my toes, then moved my knees and to my amazement and joy found everything seemed to work. After a while I stood and then walked to the car, came to work, thinking all was going fine.
However, about ten o’clock the soreness set in and it got worse all day. Taking Mel’s Advil gel caps, I managed to stay at the office until about four. She’d fallen the week before, thus the Advil—she’s about to get back to normal. Went home to the couch and finally made it upstairs to the bed. Was afraid I’d not be able to get up Friday morning, but I did—was painful. Worked off and on all day, dusting and clearing.
Jim called late in the day and I confessed what had happened, also reporting that I knew why Ed had always had the dusting chore—I’m not tall enough to reach the tops of our furniture. Well Jim says, “You’re telling me that you have a one-third dusted house.” He was right, I sure could not get down to the bottom area and I was not about to climb on a ladder.
When I told Jimmie, her remark was, “Why do you think I had them put that handrail in that stairwell.” Well, It’s being used regularly right now, but I’ll get over the pain and then it will be back to life as usual—going up and down with hands loaded.
Do be careful though, people of any age can fall.
Friend Barbara Warren also took a fall last week. However Barbara has a completely replaced hip and knee—she has an excuse. Am glad to report that her damage was not as bad as it could have been. Replaced joints are fine, but she sure bruised the good knee and after seeing her damage I knew I was so blessed. I don’t bruise, even with all the pain I never had a blue spot anywhere.
When Barbara’s husband, Billy, came by to tell me of her fall, he asked if I wanted turnip greens. Told I didn’t but my Mom sure did. He brought her a generous portion and I cooked them. He made her a most happy lady and she sends her thanks. She’ll be enjoying greens for a while. Fed her greens Saturday and Sunday, left more for her to enjoy this week and still froze about six quarts.
A welcomed guest in the office yesterday (Monday) was David “Chubby” Bryan of Jacksonville, Florida. He is the oldest son of the late Ruth and “Slim” Bryan, brother of Vivian Gilley, and the youngest member of this family is Watt, whom Chubby reports is now living in one of the Carolinas (didn’t make notes). For many years this family lived next door to Ludie on Clay Street and Chubby and Ed were best friends. They were both avid music (mostly jazz) lovers and spent many hours playing or listening to music. It was so good to see him and reminisce.
This morning I enjoyed a visit from another long-time friend, Nancy Aven. Many of you remember that Nancy worked for Water Valley Cleaners many years and then for a few years at the Herald, before leaving us to work at the hospital in Batesville. Nancy is a resident of Courtland, so she and Mom have been friends for years. It was good to see her and catch up on what she’s doing. She reported that she and sister, Mary Henderson, were going to have a fun sisters’ day out. I know how important these are, since Jimmie and I often do this.
Our latest outing was Saturday. We started early so we could finish our chores and go up to Southaven for an afternoon of shopping (truned into looking). We searched in all our favorite shops and came home with a pair of kitchen mitts, a box of dried leaves, and some Christmas baubles. Paid for it all with a $20 bill. Now I had my credit card all ready and was willing to help the economy—can’t help if you don’t find anything you need or want.
We’ll check out the stores in Jackson this weekend, but on our last two visits there we bought almost nothing.
Harvest Fest at the Mississippi Ag and Foresty Museum will be held this week. The Print Shop will be open from Wednesday through Saturday. Mary Sue and Bennett Anderson from Olive Branch and T. J. Ray from Oxford will go down early and then Jimmie and I will join them on Friday and Saturday.
In addition to the Print Shop being in operation, you will also get to see the saw mill running, the sorghum mill making molasses, the little gin running, quilters, spinning wheel techs, weavers, etc. demonstrating their crafts, and next to us is the most interesting group of blacksmiths. They are truly craftsmen, producing some of the most beautiful creations you’ve every seen.
If you get a chance come on down to Jackson, visit with us and all the other buildings and exhibits. Know you’ll enjoy it. To find the Museum come down I-55 to Lakeland Dr., turn left, the Museum is the first and second exit off to the left—you’ll take the second, staff gets in at the first gate. Hope to see you there.