By Betty Shearer
Weather extremes were very interesting over the weekend. On Friday and Saturday the temperature was above average for this time of year. Cooking with the oven and the eyes on most of the day Saturday, we had both air conditioners on and were still hot – even wearing short sleeves and our summer jeans. Sunday was a different story.
On the way over to Mom’s after church the van thermometer read only 31 degrees and several times on the trip I ran into snow flurries. The wind made the temps seem even lower – wind chills were in the teens. I had pulled wool slacks and a wool sweater out to wear to church Sunday morning – felt good.
The choir presented our cantata, “Beautiful Star,” during the morning worship hour. It was a very beautiful program and under the direction of Linda Williams, with Barbara Warren and Sammie Cobern accompanying. The choir sang with very few mistakes.
We had many visitors and all were welcomed. Special guests were Mary Sue and Bennett Anderson from Olive Branch. The Andersons for many years were members of the church with Bootsie and Linda Williams. They are also volunteers at the Mississippi Ag Museum with T. J. Ray, Jimmie and me and have been going down there with us even prior to Ed’s death – Bennett and Ed worked on the linotype many hours together.
It was so good to see them and so great of them to brave the inclement weather to be with us. On the last trip back up from the museum, I rode to Jimmie’s with them. In transferring my stuff from their car to my van, I missed one of the Larson shopping bags containing left-over chips and bread.
Told them to eat the bread and chips and the bag was expendable – we have many of them. Sunday they came with the bag stuffed with goodies. A new loaf of bread and a bag of chips. I was one of the counters Sunday, so when Barbara and I finished I found a group standing around this bag. They explained that they wanted to see who was foolish enough to have a picnic in that weather. Told them the Anderson story and then said, “Now who are the foolish ones?” The Andersons won. Bread and chips didn’t matter but I did enjoy the treat. Looking forward to seeing them again in the near future.
Hated to see rehearsals conclude for the cantata – we’re going to miss Bootsie and Linda each Sunday night.
Cut Woodland Hills Sunday night services to attend the First United Methodist Church’s cantata. About a 30-voice choir, under the direction of Sally Beam, presented “O Holy Night.” Tracy Varner accompanied and James Person was the narrator. It was a very moving work. Lucia Holloway had told me she was not singing this year – probably the first time since she was a teenager, and then when I entered the sanctuary there was Melvin Ford without a choir robe – he’s always been on the bass row, for many years between Ed and Barron Caulfield.
I was really beginning to wonder who was singing. Then the choir entered and I was amazed at the number of members, among whom were the pastor, Rev. Barry Dickerson, and Youth Minister Brad Sartor. It is wonderful to have singing ministers. Brad was one of the soloists and accompanied himself on guitar – was beautiful.
When I entered, Charmie Weeks invited me to join her and Barry on their pew. It’s always great to visit with these two. Behind me was Melvin and Cecil Ford and Dot Knox, all favorite friends. Then Rev. Jerry Beam, Music Director Sally Beam’s husband and a former pastor of FUM, slipped in on the end of the pew we were on. It was good to see him.
I really had a great Christmas worship experience on Sunday.
This coming Sunday I hope to attend Pope Baptist Church’s cantata in the evening service. Jimmie cannot remember the name, but I know it will be excellent.
I’m sorry I did not get to hear First Baptist this year – we had a final rehearsal. Their musical is always so good. I’ve heard praises for many other programs of music already presented and I know that several will be sang this coming Sunday and they’ll all be excellent – wish I could make them all.
While Bob Tyler was in the office this morning (Monday) he told me about an orphans program in Mississippi that I did not even know about. Many children are housed in the old Whitfield facilities. He’s a member of the Jackson Football Booster Club and four times a year they provide a meal for these children.
Bob reports that most of them are placed with families, because each time there most of the children are different. I’m so glad that we are such a caring state and groups like this club help meet the needs of youngsters. Our conversation began because of the box placed in our front office to collect toys for the Palmer Home for Children – another great facility.
Then we continued with Compassion Ministry and the commendable job they do. Also many local churches have holiday food and toy mission projects. Next we discussed the many children in the Valley, who have been adopted by such caring parents – these children are indeed blessed. I do believe we have above average adoption rate for children in our area and all that I know have had great lives.
Bob and I were both very grateful for the health we’ve enjoyed during our lifetimes.
Just last week I went to see Dr. Steve Edwards, first time in four years. Updated my medical record and only had to answer two questions with a yes – one, “Do you live alone?” and the other, “Does any member of your family suffer from macular degeneration?” Mom does. After the eye exam, found that I did not even need to change my lens prescriptions and that my eyes were healthy. I did get new glasses though, wanted new lighter frames. My old frames are over 15 years old and the technology has come a long way in frame weights. Also got some valuable info on warding off macular degeneration. Include in the diet a cold water fish a couple times a week, and spinach, kale, walnuts, almonds and blueberries. All of these I enjoy eating.
The Valley is really fortunate to have our young people come back to take care of us – Steve, Barry, Bobby Turnage (was in the drug store this morning), and the list just goes on.
Before I end this column I have to confess to my blooper for the week. Arriving home from mom’s Saturday night, I found all the clocks blinking. Looked at my watch and it had stopped, so I turned on the television and set all the clocks using the little scroll. It was Eastern time
When I got up Sunday morning I thought it seemed a bit early, but it was cloudy so I got ready. When I looked at the van clock, which was still on Daylight Savings Time, I went on to church. Only people there were Michael Redwine putting out the flowers and Bro. Ken. My explanation was that Linda told us not to be late and I wasn’t.