In last week’s Herald there was a picture of some of the graffiti found on the walls of the old jail. This building is now being cleaned up, hopefully to be made open to the public for tours, or even possibly in the future becoming a museum. The picture used was of a person named Bill Dickey – we have no idea of who this person was.
On Wednesday Minnie Dickey, wife of Billy Dickey who lives on High-way 315 west of Water Valley, came in and she was very upset by this photo. She informed us that this was not her husband and wanted a retraction printed. We are sorry for the similarity in names, but the picture is correct and the graffiti will remain on the walls for everyone to see if tours are made available or the building becomes a museum. We are sorry that this upset Mrs. Dickey.
Most of us have known several Dickeys with the names Danny and James, and I’m sure there are many with the name Bill or Billy. Also found on those jail walls will probably be many other names that are familiar today and those found on the walls may not be related to people with those names living now, as probably this Bill Dickey was I’m sure not related to Billy.
We had many calls about the old jail (none about the graffiti). So many expressed a desire to tour this building for its historic value. It seems there are very few jails of this vintage left.
The Yalobusha County Superintendent’s office was housed in this building during Melvin Ford’s years in this position and he was taking a lot of kidding for having spent so many years in jail. It has been used for various other offices down through the years and is still being used today.
The question that surprised me most was “Where is this building located?” I received many calls asking this.
I got to attend another First United Methodist Lenten Luncheon Thurs-day. Robbie Parsons sang, “He Could Have Called Ten Thousands Angels,” a favorite of mine and it seemed like of most of those attending. Robbie stated that he thought he had sung this song for the past two years, but since it was a favorite of his father’s, the late Oscar Parsons, and he’d had a request for it again this year, he was singing it again. As he concluded his presentation, everyone says, “You can sing it again next year!” Robbie doesn’t have to look for a new hymn for 2012 – just has keep to up with his music.
The Speaker for the day was Rev. Raymond Aven and his message was on the seven last sayings of Christ. I’ve never heard Raymond preach a bad sermon – they just get better and better – and Thursday’s was the best yet. In his preface to the seven sayings, he told us that on the cross Jesus did not just teach us how to die, but He also taught us how to live.
Food was great – kitchen crew did a wonderful job.
This week will be the last in this series of Lenten Luncheons. Guest speaker will be Rev. John Kramer from St. Andrews United Methodist Church in Oxford.
Jim called Thursday, just checking in. He knows Lela Mae McMinn’s birthday is just a few days behind his, so I told him about the surprise birthday party being held for her at Woodland Hills Friday night. He ask, “Who’s cooking the cake?” I really did not know. Jim says, “I suspect they’ll tell her that they need a cake for someone else whose name just happens to be Lela Mae.”
He continued, “She’ll probably also have to make her own punch.” Well he was wrong on the cake. It was made by Linda Schmitz and was beautiful and delicious. Punch was made by Lela Mae’s daughter, Pam, with directions from her mother. The story was that it was being made for another occasion.
To get Lela Mae to the church Becky York, Cathy Sartain, and daughters, Pam and Judy, were taking her out for supper. At the appointed time to pick her up Becky called and ask her to meet them at the church because Cathy, who cleans the church, was running late. All cars were moved to the back parking lot and Lela Mae was to come to the side of the church. The lights were turned out and as she was brought into the kitchen the lights went on. After declaring that she was going to kill us all, she began to hug and kiss us. If her intentions were to do what she first said, her method was going to be by kissing and hugging us all to death. However, I’ve never seen a more surprised person – the party really was kept a secret and I wonder how.
Some 75 to 100 family, friends, and church family were in attendance. There was an abundance of food and some great fellowship. Here’s wishing you many more happy birthdays, Lela Mae. It was her 80th and the birthday greeting ad in last week’s paper was for her.
There are more birthdays coming up this weekend. Nephew Michael’s daughter Grace and his wife, Missy’s, son, Jack, will celebrate. It will be Grace’s third and Jack’s sixth. Jimmie had to run to Wal-Mart for a few things Saturday afternoon, so I tagged along. As we were leaving the parking lot, her phone rang. It was Michael and he asked where she was. After being told, he says, “Turn around and come back in.” We did and it was a profitable trip. Missy and Michael gave us suggestions for gifts for these two.
We also got to meet Missy’s parents, Mary and Bubba McDowell. It was good to meet them and I’m looking forward to seeing them again at the party on Saturday.
After lunch on Sunday Mom and I watched the Masters. After the 21-year-old from Northern Ireland totally lost out, I began pulling for Tiger Woods – a first. Tiger is a totally different personality from his early years, now seems very nice and gracious. He’s lost that terrible temper and superior attitude.
We were saddened this morning when the obit for long-time friend, Quay Hudson, crossed my desk. Quay and Ed had a long-time joke between them. Seems that Ed forgot her name once and she never let him forget it, greeting him each time with, “Ed, I’m Quay Barton Hudson.” Loved her and James and will miss her. Sympathy is extended to her family.
By Betty Shearer