On Wednesday, May 23, when the papers were being delivered at noon, instead of six in the morning, Dr. Brandon Hall was at the hospital when I arrived. Was glad to see him, because for several weeks I’d intended to call and see if I was going to have to go to Oakland to keep him as my doctor.
It was not a problem for me, since I’m at Mom’s two days a week and her home is less than 10 miles from Oakland. However I was glad to hear that he’s only supervising that clinic and will be in Water Valley much of the time.
I know that will make his WV patients happy, because it’s a pretty good drive to Oakland from here and some just can’t do that, especially if they need to see him often.
The ads that ran when the Oakland Clinic opened were misleading to me, and I’m sure they were to other patients, also. Let me make your day and tell you to just call and appointments will be scheduled for you in the Valley.
Went on to tell Dr. Hall that I was so glad he’d come to our Valley and that I hoped he stayed with us for a long time. He says he also likes us and plans to stay here.
In my lifetime I’ve been so lucky, rarely every needing a doctor. My first doctor in WV was the late Dr. Spears. Probably saw him less than half-dozen times in our years together, excluding his care of me and the delivery of Jim.
After his passing, I asked the late Dr. Joe Walker to be my physician and he agreed. Many times I was in his office with Ed, whom he cared for for many years, but I only had to see him once for me.
When he came into the waiting room, saw me with no one to be there with (Ed had been dead several years at that time) he says, “You need a doctor?”
Told him I was afraid so.
His reply, “We’s better get you in here fast!”
He did and I really did need him. He found I either was on the verge of pneumonia or was beginning to recover from it. Either way, I needed a shot and lots of pills. We then enjoyed a great visit in his office—felt guilty taking his time with so may sick folks waiting, even though he treated a child while we talked.
The late Dr. George Brown prescribed medication for me a couple of times even though I was never in his office and the late Dr. Mabry McMillan was the Shearer family doctor when I came into the family, but I never needed him. He was just a dear friend, as were all the others.
And now I have a new great doctor and a good friend. Thanks Dr. Hall.
Was so good to visit with Amy Fugate (Mrs. Clyde) of Jackson, Tenn. last week. She was in town visiting her aunt.
Jim made it home safely, arriving late Tuesday. After leaving mid-morning on Monday, he traveled to Dallas, where he spent the night with his best friend. They’d eaten at his favorite restaurant there and then probably talked most of the night. He was a tired puppy, but said he really enjoyed the visit home, even though he did have to work very hard—he also had to keep me in line.
In our Herald building clean-up we discovered many treasures and lots of junk.
I had boxes of cards Jim had sent through the years. He remembered every Christmas, birthday and anniversary. He must have spent many hours in the card shops, because each card was priceless. I took time to re-read each one, then put them back into the box. When I’d find an especially good one, I’d call Jim over to read it. He’d read the card and then toss it into the trash can.
I’d say don’t do that, put it back in the box. He then took my box and emptied it into the trash. His explanation, “You’ve read them again and they won’t surface again until after your death—then I’ll have to go through them again. I don’t want to do that!” So I let them go. Do have a few out at the house, though, that I didn’t tell him about and I’m sure, if I live, I’ll get some more gems.
Other treasurers rediscovered were boxes of Jim’s kindergarten and grade school work—some art and some written. One essay describes his pet mouse—what an imagination. He never had a mouse and I really think he, like me, was afraid of these creatures.
Then there was music compositions from later in life, along with books and things that only a Mom saves. Also pictures, cards and notes from girlfriends before Celeste. He said we’d better toss those, even though I know that his precious wife doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body and knows that Jim has been completely devoted to her since she entered his life.
We did a lot of clowning during the hard work—was what kept us going. Ed also got his share of teasing. If Ed built something, he’d use three times as many nails as was needed and at least twice the amount of glue. If we started to disassemble one of Ed’s masterpieces, Jim would say, “Better get the crowbar or sledge hammer, or maybe both!”
Ed was all over the place—found his tools everywhere (he never put them back), all the little shelves and desks he’d built, improvised cameras and other equipment, which worked great, and the list just went on and on. Almost like giving him up again.
The clean out continues, with Claudia and Mark doing the work. We had to get out bills last week, so I couldn’t help. They are such great friends and we do appreciate them so much.
My week was the usual. To Mom’s late Thursday, with cooking and cleaning. Then back to church Sunday morning.
Traveling I dodged the heavy rain. It would pour at my house and then when I hit the road the rain would stop, picking up again about a mile out of Pope. Same thing when I came toward home. I’d leave in a downpour then at the foot of
Mom’s hill it would stop and only start back when I was about Profit’s Bridge.
Food was chicken and dressing —best I’ve made in a while—and bread pudding, along with the usual veggies, salads, etc.
Upcoming week brings VBS and we’re looking forward to a great time. Ages three through sixth grade are invited to join us each night from 6-8:30.
By Betty Shearer