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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

  Sitting in the nursing home with Mom on Fri-days there is little to do except watch TV. The little set in Mom’s room is an antique, getting on the first 13 channels (no cable box). We bought her a new large set, but it’s just not gotten installed—one of those things we need a roun-tuit for.
  So mostly I watch news, with a few game shows thrown in—just never got into the soaps, of which there are an abundance. Up until last week I shared Mom’s roommate’s (Mrs. Mildred Young’s) TV. She and I liked the same shows, mostly cooking and the old re-runs.
  Last week we got a new roommate, Mrs. Moore, and she doesn’t watch TV, she just likes to go out into the common areas and visit or visit with us. Found out she was related to several people in the Valley. Only name I can remember is Jimmy Chatman. She’s related to all this family and some of the Jenkins—should have taken notes. Her mind is excellent, she only has mobility problems.
  Both Mrs. Moore and Mom are scheduled to go home Friday. We’re thankful for two wonderful roommates and Mrs. Moore says she’s had three. Being in the nursing home has afforded us opportunity to get to know lots of people and to appreciate our good health.
  Back to my TV—on Friday. Mom had PT and other out-of-the room activities, so I caught up on the news and it wasn’t good. The main problems seem to be getting the economy back on track and keeping many innocent and good people from getting killed.
  Everyone seems to have an answer for the economy, but none of them seem to want to take the hard measures it’s going to take to do so. My solution will work, but no one will use it. At my house (and ours before Ed died) if you couldn’t afford to pay for it you did without. Now I look around our country and I see many things we can do without. A cell phone is not a necessity, neither is a four-lane (or more) highway.
    Even in my early life we lived with gravel roads. Don’t say that I want to go back to that, but if you can’t pay for the nicer roads you use what you can afford. All these recreation programs (nice but not necessary), new buildings, studies, fancy school programs (we got good educations with paper, pencils, books, basic equipment).
  Also we need to insist that able-bodied folks earn their livelihood. Cut the assistance programs back to where it’s more advantageous to work than it is to sit and have your daily bread handed to you.         Human services should be reserved for those who absolutely cannot help themselves. My suggestions here are just the tip of the iceberg—I have a much longer list.
  Now to the war effort. Stop giving money (which we don’t have) to countries that are trying to kill our service people and those they’re trying to protect. Get tough and put a stop to all this rebellion and retaliation. If we’re trillions of dollars in debt how can we give money away.
  Now to the rest of my week.
  Again Saturday we took Mom for a day’s outing at her home. She got balky and didn’t want to move around very much, so I just left her sitting in her chair. Went to the kitchen, began cooking and cleaning. We were alone, so she was by herself. After an hour or so, I heard her walking. She’s gotten up by herself and walked into the kitchen. Smiling, she says, “What are you doing?” Told her and she says, “Honey, I sure wish I could help you.” Just as nice as could be and after a few minutes she went back to her chair. Decided that doing nothing for her made her more cooperative than my begging and fussing at her her to get up. She came back to check on me several times. Only time I went to help her was when I heard her head for the bathroom. She’s still having trouble getting up and down in there and we certainly don’t want her to fall again.
  I’d made barbecue, baked beans, potatoes and had a pie. The boys were running the dozer, so when Jimmie went to feed her family I sent it all home with her, except for a serving for Mom and me—we all enjoyed it. Mom loves barbecue and ate all that I’d put on her plate. Told her I hoped she was full because that was all I had kept for us.
  Late in the afternoon I went out to pick the ripe tomatoes. They’re small, but oh so good. Had a dish pan full and when I reached for the final one my hand became covered with small ants. They ate me up. Bo had arrived home and came to my rescue. Between the two of us we finally killed them all, but not before I’d received multiple bites.           On top of the ant bites, I’d already burned one finger badly earlier in the day. Flipped a roast I was browning and the grease popped all over my hand. Some of the bites were in my burn—now that’s really painful.
  Monday night Woodland Hills hosted the Fall Meeting of Yalobusha Baptist Association. Even with the inclement weather we had great attendance. Music was excellent with Bro. Mike McGregor at the piano and Rev. Jimmy Hood leading the singing and bringing the special music. Rev. Billy Hill brought an excellent message. All reports were good and as always Bro. James Edward, moderator, keeps the program exciting and filled with his wonderful humor. Fellowship was great.
  Sympathy is extended to the Scott Mills family in the lost of their son, John. From all reports he was a wonderful young man. Have known the Mills family for over 50 years—great grands, the Elmer Mills, and grands,  Wayne Mills and Nancy Vaughn.
  Also we’re going to miss Mrs. Dale Sartain. Her funeral will be at 10 a.m. Thursday. “Miss Dale” and Mother Dolly nursed together for years. She and I had served on many committees at both Camp Ground and Wood-land Hills and were in the same SS class. Sympathy is extended to Carey and Cathy, the other sons, and all the grands. Her smile and encouragement were wonderful.

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