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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

  A very welcomed guest in the office last Wednesday afternoon was Dorothy Caulfield Wiman of Belzoni. Dorothy is the youngest daughter of the late Dessie and Barron Caulfield and wife of Presbyterian Minister Richard Wiman.
    She told us that they had been in Belzoni for 32 years—doesn’t seem possible. She’s not that old. Dorothy teaches and Richard, in addition to being a pastor, has written several books and writes a newspaper column. He is an excellent writer.
  Dorothy was in the Valley to visit with her former band director, Stanley Crow. We enjoyed reliving the wonderful times we’d enjoyed during those band days. Both of us loved Mr. Crow, as did all his students and friends.
  I’m sure most of you by now have heard that he went home to be with the Lord, Ludie and Ed, his parents, Becky’s parents, and many other family members and friends on Monday afternoon.
  I did get up for a final good-bye Monday morning. Was glad I got to do that. Through the years we’d spent many hours together and I’d enjoyed all of them. He was a dear friend, almost like a son and a brother all rolled into one. He and Ed were closer than they were to their own brothers.
  Of course Stan’s death, brought back memories of Ed’s. I recalled that Becky was the last person to see Ed alive. He and she left the office together and I remained to man the shop. Ed was going to Oxford and she home.  Stan and Becky, along with Betty and Al, took good care of me for a long time from that day forward. I hope I’ll be able to help Becky as much as they helped me. Also love Michael—it’s hard to believe he’s all grown up, now very much a young man. I still see him as that cute little boy who always helped me with my chores when we were privileged to babysit him.
  Stan will leave a big void in his family and friend, this community, in the community band, First Baptist Church, Lions Club, and the list just goes on and on.
  Love him and will miss him so much. Sympathy is extended to Becky, Michael, other family members, and friends.
  Sympathy is also extended to Sue Jolley and all the family of Dr. Bill Jolley. He was such a delightful person and one I enjoyed visiting with many times when Mother lived next door to them on  Prospect Drive. I’ve known Sue since I came to the Valley and all her boys—Steve, Mike, Van and Jim—and their father, the late Dr. Fred Hedges. The Elliott family (Sue’s family) were pillows of First United Methodist Church and Dr. Bill was also after he married Sue. So Jolleys and Shearers were always together here, also.
  Sympathy is also extended to Mary Woods Holyfield in the loss of her husband, Clyde.
  Was talking to Becky Jones this morning and as long as I’ve known the Woods family and the Edwards/Reid Families I never realized that Mary and Becky were first cousins—their mothers were sisters. Strange how we know folks so well and still don’t know much about them.
  Got to Mom’s a little late Thursday night, but they had kept me some food warm. Bo had cooked ham and dumplings and I ate more than I should have.
  Jimmie was telling Brother Terry, who lives in Brandon, about the dumplings and he urged her to just air mail him a bowl. If we could have worked it into our weekend schedule we’d probably have taken them to him.
  Traffic this weekend made me  just want to stay off the roads.
  Animals were out in numbers and I missed all that crossed my path, but  many folks didn’t. Every mile or so there was a critter dead in the road, which I had to dodge.
  Also, drivers seemed to be taking more chances than usual. When I was turning off Highway 51 on to Woodruff Drive in Courtland, I had to stop and wait for on coming traffic. I noticed that the car and a motorcycle behind me didn’t see to want to wait—and they didn’t. The car was too close for comfort and the motorcycle just barely made it. I just knew that I was going to be splattered with a large man and a big Harley. That does make you a bit (a lot) nervous.
  Coming to church early Sunday morning there were more vehicles pulling fishing boats than I think I’ve ever seen—they were almost bumper to bumper. Told everyone at church we should go out to the lake to hold services—we’d have had a better crowd.
  Going back to Mom’s for lunch again there was a bumper to bumper string of vehicles, these hauling 4-wheelers. Those not fishing were mud-racing. Or maybe they fished in the morning and mudded in the afternoon.
  Was glad to hear that the Bulls and Barrels Event was a success. Report was that almost 1,000 people attended and no one was serious injured from the bucking bulls. Many seemed to want a repeat performance. I know that lots of work went into this and the promoters will probably have to think about taking on this task again.
    They really do need to do it again, though, because I didn’t get to attend Saturday night—I was Mom’s only sitter, so couldn’t leave.
  Think we skipped spring and went directly to summer. Yesterday my van thermometer registered 81 when I went home about six and it’s predicted to be even hotter today. Better did out some warm weather clothes.


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