By Betty Shearer
It seems like just about everything I did last week sent me down a trip on memory lane and it was fun.
This began with a note received from long-time friend, Carolyn Hunt Griffing, which came with her subscription renewal. It read:
“Sorry to be so long with the check—I couldn’t do without your weekly info. I’ve just now had the time to sit down to write this note.
“I’ve noticed something really interesting. When we had our 50th class reunion—Class of 1958—I looked around the room and was surprised at how we all looked, older, but that wasn’t it. What surprised me was how much we resembled our parents. When standing and talking to someone you might notice—in pictures I’ve seen in the Herald it says more about genetics than Darwin ever did. The picture of Billy Bryce Williamson looks like a taller Mr. Wayne. When Cathy walks across the room with her hair covered, she walks just like daddy (the late Watson Hunt) (back view with her head tucked). Jim (Shearer) looks like “Little Ed”, who looked just like “Big Ed”. But what really brought it home was how much Betty Hart (in the swearing-in picture) looked like her Mom (the late Lina Morris) whey they lived down the street from us on Main St. Dude drove for daddy.
It really is amazing. Of course this reminded me of how much I miss the people who are gone.
“Another thought—You must have had a wonderful marriage—I wish I had known him better.”
Added was this little note: “Look how much the stance of Bill Taylor compares to Bennie Cole standing across a room.”
Thanks for writing Carolyn. I love, or loved, all these people and it was fun to compare them—you’re right—many of us do look like our parents. And as I considered this, I know that this list could go on and on.
I had to clean out a drawer in a chest that needed re-gluing. In the junk stored there were many family and Water Valley pictures—some I need to get to those pictured.
Tucked in among this was a Hee Haw photo in the Valley Program from 1988. These were benefits for the Yalobusha County Cancer Society. Think you’ll enjoy reading the cast: Sally, Jessie Gurner; Lulu, Bonnie McGehee; Junior, Paul Phillips; Goober, Lloyd Defer; Kathy, Shirley Riley; Charlie, Eddie Foster; Gunella, Patsy Upchurch; Grandpa, Gary Fachman; Misty, Marilyn Boydston; Southern Belle, Sandy Loper; Laverne, Garland Gholson; Ida Lee, Toni Hill; Lisa, Kelley Williamson; Gordie, Jimmy Paris; Minnie Pearl, Minnie Carroll; Nurse Goodbody, Dianne Sellers; Doc/Archie, Mickey Aldey; Sheriff, Richard Cox; Colonel, B. C. Taylor; Willie, Bartes Guarr; Mama, Jonnie Mayo; and Tina, Pam Eubanks. These programs were excellent—very professional, often rivaling the real versions.
Special guests were James Bailey, Mandy Mills, Kate McLellan, Kellie Burns, Nikki Mills, Shirley Berry, Wayne Burns, Faye Allen, Southern Stompers, Tonya Bagguley, Dawn McCarley, Tina Stewart and T. J. Vollbracht, Russ Wooten, Raymond Ferguson, The Gospel Tones, and The Colemans. All of these provided excellent talent. Members of the Southern Stompers were Sasha Baker, Alison Black, Leigh Ann Black, Sonya Brown, Kellie Burns, Karen Person, Bethany Caulfield, Angie Hoff, Jill Hyde, Amanda Langdon, Candy Miller, and Angela Weeks. Teachers were Jenny and Jo Ann Ramsey. Members of the Gospel Tones were Mrs. Josie Drane, Sophia Drane, Linda Covington, Chandra Crawford, Bonnie Marshall, James Bailey, and Michael Booker.
Backup musicians were Hubert Sanders (Lead Guitar) and Daryl Burney (Bass Guitar). The Stage Crew members were Ginger Mills, Anita Phillips, Richard Shelly (sound), and Tommy Edwards (video).
Others who contributed to the success of this program were: Quick Print, Oxford; North Mississippi Herald; The Coffeeville Courier; WVLY Radio Station, Water Valley; Theatre Video, Water Valley; and Gurner Photography, Water Valley.
Paul Parker was president of the Yalobusha County Unit of the American Cancer Society in 1988.
Bet most of you older heads found a name or two among this list that you recognized—maybe even yours.
Another trip was brought on by my finding of the red (second edition) Junior Auxiliary Cook Book. For some time now I’ve been searching for the blue cookbook, to no avail. Bobby Suratt wanted a copy of his mother’s (the late Mary Suratt’s recipe for Hawaiian More More). Gave up on the blue book, but after finding the red, just on the off chance that this recipe had been printed in this later edition, I started reading.
I found myself staying up most of the night, because I became so engrossed in the recipes and the people who had provided them. Found Mary’s recipe, but I know that it is modified slightly from the original. She probably did it herself. The original called for tomato paste, which I replaced with tomato sauce years ago. Found in the red book, she did exactly the same. I also found my later editions of JA Cookbooks, but still have not come up with the original blue or the third edition which was in a black binder and contained many recipes from both the blue and red books, with some additional material.
Wednesday night we had “Trunk or Treat” at Woodland Hills. We had about 40 or so children, and I’m sure two or three 100 pounds of candy. Every child went away with their bags and buckets filled to the brim.
Jimmie was coming to help me with some moving and cleaning on Friday. After the weather turned so yucky she stayed home and I did the same. I did wash some clothes and dishes, and finished sealing the brick floor in the sunroom. Took about three times as long as I expected—with Ed giving me directions. I just poured the sealer on and began spreading it with the speading mop. Floor was so uneven that it was pooling and he kept saying, “Don’t leave any puddles.” This was easier said than done.
Saturday morning, after the sun came out, it was grocery shopping, then on to Mom’s to cook. I decided to get smart and cook the Thanksgiving dressing and gravy. While doing this I just cooked an extra pan for Sunday lunch. Dressing was good and I’m glad since it’s going to make a re-run. Cooked some coconut pies, which I’ve been wanting for sometime. Gave Mom a piece and she says, “Boy this is good.” Told her I’d cooked it for myself and she says, “Well, I’m sure glad you did!”
With the return of Standard Time Sunday morning, most of us were at church really early. We all admitted to just getting tired of waiting for the appointed time. Did enjoy some good visiting. However, Sunday night, most were having trouble keeping their eyes open before choir practice ended—not me I like Standard Time at this time of year.
Congratulations to the Blue Devils, and their coaches, who continue their winning streak.