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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

  The Water Valley Chamber of Commerce would like to include all past presidents of the Water Valley Jaycees and Jaycettes in this year’s Watermelon Carnival Program. If you know any, or all, of these names you are requested to call the CofC Office at 473-1122 and share them.

  Also needed are composite pictures of any class having a reunion during Carnival Week this year. These may be dropped off at the Chamber Office. They will be scanned and returned.


  It’s so good to see gas prices dropping in the Valley. Although, according to Friend Roy Cobern, they’re still not where they should be. Roy came by with pictures of prices from area gas pumps, with I think the lowest being $351.9 per gal. Our prices had dropped to $367.9 as of Thursday afternoon (I forgot to look when I came in this morning, Friday). I’m starting this column much earlier than my usual late Monday afternoon and often Tuesday morning. I’ve been reading the pages for the Graduation Section, so as I wait for another page I am writing. It seems strange, but fun.

  While we’re on this auto connected theme, let me say thanks to long time friend (I claim him as one of my boys—I have hundreds), Bubba Defer who has finally extinguished the low tire light on the van. Bubba has several times put air in my tires and I’ve just driven on. Jimmie had had the same problem on her car and recently her’s got so low that it broke the seal and deflated very rapidly—just as she drove into Mom’s yard, after a trip to Memphis. I’m sure glad that God was looking after her, because I’m sure she had been driving 80+ on the trip and what might have happened if she had been on the highway?—I don’t even want to think about it. She urged me to get my tire fixed and so I did. Called Bubba and he says, “Bring it on up and we’ll take care of it.” He did and now I don’t have that aggravating low tire light. Bubba does take good care of me and my van and I appreciate him.


  Was watching the Today Show early one morning last week and Al Roker was in Australia with the Wiggles. Was I surprised, since I’d always thought the Wiggles were cartoon characters. Found they were men dressed in I think blue, green, yellow and purple. Al was pulled into the group and he became the orange wiggle. He had the moves down, but I don’t know about the singing. In the final set he was a bunch of grapes and this was funny. They were performing the song, “Fruit Salad”.

  When I turned on the TV this morning (Monday) Al was again the first person I saw. However it was a very different scene from the Australian comedy program.

  He was in the heart of Joplin, Missouri and all that devastation. As I left for work the confirmed dead was at 89 and they were expecting the toll to rise. The devastation there was the worst I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how any of the patients in that hospital survived, yet there was no mention of lives lost there.

  About 20 years ago, Ed and I stopped for the night in Joplin on our way back to the Valley. We had been in Kansas City for the weekend to attend a concert by The World’s Largest Horn Quartet (four French horns and Jim on tuba). Celeste was also a member of the group. When we got there we went to some business or museum that Ed wanted to see, then out to eat, and back to our  motel. I remember the city as being very pretty—the parts we saw, anyway. Sympathy does go out to them. The report is that 25 to 30 percent of this city has been destroyed and the prediction was for more bad weather today. Stormy weather was predicted from Dallas on up into the middle east.


  We completed the graduation section Friday. Congratulation to all our grads – I think this is the largest class we’ve had in many years. Commence-ment exercises will be Thursday night, beginning at 7 p.m., in Tad Smith Coliseum. This special section will be included in this week’s edition.


  On the way to mom’s Saturday morning do believe the critters on he roadways were the most I’ve seen. Know I’ve never seen so many raccoons—must have been half-dozen or more dead and I even saw a couple of live ones. Also saw a red and a gray fox (these were live), along with all the other assorted usual wild animals. Were also several squirrels that had been run over. I’ve had lots of reports of rabbits being so plentiful, but I’m not seeing them on my hill or along the roads.

  The boys were kidding Brother Don (our dependable hunter) about having to throw out stale grease. His question was, “Why?” Bo says, “I put it in the skillet thinking some rabbits were coming my way and it got rancid, so out it went.” Don says, “I have plenty of rabbits!” Bo countered, “So I’ve heard.” We still have not had rabbit and gravy—may have to throw out some more grease.

  Bo and Rance came to my house Saturday to cut grass and take care of a list of things I needed done. Jimmie met them on the highway as she was coming in, they stopped and chatted, reporting that they might make it back for Sunday dinner. When she came in the house she says, “What do you have the boys doing?”         Well they did a lot more than I requested.  I only had them installing an AC, putting in some light bulbs and a few more things, along with mowing the two yards. They trimmed trees, cut down shrubs and in general did a pretty thorough clean-up at both houses. They did miss Saturday lunch, but made it for Sunday’s.


  I’ve mentioned the beauty of the flower gardens, both in yards and along the road ways—they have been pretty and very prolific. Well we now have other prolific gardens springing up—the political sign variety. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many political signs, and some of them are huge. This, I believe, is going to be an expensive election year.


  When I got home from Mom’s last night (Sunday) I had a call from Brother-in-law Tommy, giving me the sad news that his wife, Gale, had died about nine o’clock that morning. I’d gone to church shortly after nine and had not returned home until about seven in the evening. We will miss her. Our Shearer family is down by three now—Paul’s wife, Helen, died two years before Ed, then Ed almost seven and a half years ago, and now Gale. Two brothers and a sister left, and two sisters and a brother gone—and that’s the way it is. We were so close, we all are brothers and sisters.

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