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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

    The 2008-09 school year is fast drawing to a close. Principal Glen Kitchens came by Monday to deliver the biographies of our seniors, which made me gasp as I realized, “The end is here!” Most of the ads for this section have been okayed, but we do have some new businesses who have never been included.

    If you’re one of these and I’ve not called, or come by, and you’d like to be included, please give me a call. It’s a great section, having been included in the Herald during graduation week for over 40 years. Many, many of these special issues have been kept—I know so because from time-to-time students bring them by for me to see. Told one long-standing advertiser that their advertisement would probably be around longer than the business.

    I’ll set the bios tomorrow and Thursday and I can’t wait to do this. I always enjoy reading all about these young people and am excited to see who’s graduating. Two that I glanced at, where children of folks that I’ve been especially close to—Tyler Jones, son of Kim and Greg Jones, and Adrian Tallant, son of Candi and Phillip Tallant, I’ve known these families since they were little fellows and I’m sure as I go through the roll I’ll find many more familiar names. This section will be included in the May 21st edition.

    Have just set this week’s lunch menus and as I was doing so, I chuckled because it seems that the pantry at the schools are running about as low as mine. My menus for the past several weeks have been in a rut because of the lack of ingredients to make interesting meals. I buy groceries for Mom’s house, but forget to stock my shelves and freezer. The schools, I’m sure do not like to carry food over the summer, so they use up what they have on hand. My excuse is that I’m going to build a new kitchen—have been doing this for over 45 years.


    Attended one of the most inspirational and enjoyable worship service, maybe in my lifetime, on Thursday night. First Baptist Church hosted this service, Yalobusha Baptist Associated sponsored it, and Rev. Mickey Dalrymple, president of the Mississippi Southern Baptist Association, presented it. Following a beautiful musical praise program, directed by Rev. Erik Fearing, Minister of Music at FBS, which included congregational singing and solo by Bro. Fearing, Bro. Mickey delivered the word from God.

    He began by asking for a show of hands of those who had heard the public service announcement on TV of “Friends Don’t let friends Drive Drunk”.Think every hand in the house went up. Then he continued, “I have a more important  caution for each of you—Friends don’t let friends die and go to Hell!” He used as his text the passage in Matthew where four friends let the paraplegic down through a hole they’d cut in the roof to rest right in front of Jesus.

    If you don’t know the rest of the story, Jesus forgave his sins, then realized that His audience could not visibly see that this had been done, told the man to take up his bed and walk—he was healed. Bro. Dalrymple explained that for this to be done it took love, also cost materially, bringing much ridicule for them and for Jesus, but that in the end it brought much joy and peace—for them, for their friend, and for Jesus.

    This very serious sermon was interspersed with so much humor, helping everyone in the audience to remember the points and making us all want to reach out to friends (and everyone) with the news of the gospel. I have on a couple of occasions, heard Dr. R. G. Lee’s sermon, “Pay Day Someday”, which has long been the standard for evangelistic messages in Southern Baptist realms, but I do believe what we heard Thursday night topped it. If you missed it you truly missed a blessing.

     Following the worship service the ladies of FBC provided delicious refreshments and we all enjoyed a time of fellowship. Betty Hill and I ate across from Jim Peacock and we had a great time, reminiscing about railroading days in the Valley—recalling all the old-timers and Jim’s father, Cleve, who was one of the last engineer to run on Valley tracks. Son Jim loved Cleve, and Cleve was so good to him.

    We got to Mrs. Shaw’s Boarding House dinning table and the tales that were told around it. Then it was on to Authur Walker’s Barber Shop—more wild stories were often heard here. I have lived through some exciting times in the Valley and have been privileged to know some wonderful people.


    Friday night was the first Chamber of Commerce Music in the Park Programs for this spring. Playing was one of my favorite groups, “The Sharecroppers”, along with guests, Jessey Higdon and Ben Hall. Was afraid it was going to be canceled due to the rain. Rain decreased to a drizzle,  and I went on down to the park, where I found a few folks.

    As the evening progressed more and more folks came out and by the end there was a pretty good crowd. These musicians played for two hours straight and it was all wonderful. Another guest entertainer was Briley Kilgore, Missy Burney’s daughter, who has a great voice. As I went up to speak to band members, Daryl says, “The only thing that would have improved the band would have been for Ed to have been here playing sax.”  

    Of course I agreed. Then when I hugged Jessey, he repeated Daryl’s words exactly. I’m so glad that others remember Ed fondly. When this group, and other bands that Ed has been a part of play, so many people tell me that they miss him and his talent. Thanks to all of you.

    There will be no music in the Park this Friday night, due to the Farmer’s Market Fest on Saturday. This event sounds very exciting, so come out and enjoy the events of the day.


    Saturday and Sunday were routine—cooking, cleaning, eating and visiting at Mom’s. Carolyn and Bo were under the weather but rest of the clan was fine.

    Rain was the big news of the weekend. Some reports were over four inches.        Sunday afternoon Jimmie and I had to run to Wal-Mart to pick up some things she and Mom needed. Got there and found the parking lot full. One van was about to move out, we thought. We waited, it didn’t move, so, joking Jimmie says, “Get out and tell them to move!” I’d seen who was in this vehicle when we came up, opened the door and was about to hop out and do just what she’d commanded, when their back door opened, revealing Michael Redwine (whom Jimmie knows) on the back seat. She says, “You knew who that was all the time didn’t you?” Had to ‘fess that I knew it was Becky and Travis York. If they had not opened that door I’d have given her a shock, because I had decided to bang on the door and yell at them—probably would have put a stop to her giving me outlandish orders.


    Hope all citizens of the Valley are getting out to vote. We have excellent weather. I’m looking forward to the vote counting—this is always exciting to me, even when I don’t care who wins. We do have some excellent candidates this year and I’m sure all of them would do a good job with city business for the next four years. However, even though I can’t even vote, I’ll be present to see how it all comes out. I still don’t see why they won’t let me vote—I spend more time in the city than I do in the county.


    Children and spouses, remember that Sunday is Mother’s Day. Do something very special for her. I’m cooking fried chicken for mine!

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