Coulter Fussell has graciously mentioned my column in a couple of her columns. We’re happy to have her on board and I’ve enjoyed reading her work.
She says that Betty’s Week, the title of my column, is straight forward and to the point. Have to fess up that I had nothing to do with my column’s heading. It was all Ed’s doing. I wrote the thing, using the first one to straighten out several mistakes we’d made the week before (and they were not all mine), thinking that it was going to be a one time writing venture.
Was surprised that so many folks liked it and urged me to keep it up. I have for over 30 years, missing only one column during this span.
For a while columns were pretty varied, with some offering info that was informative.
Lately the column has been filled with dull, repetitive weather news, critter movements, and traffic reports. Not much exciting news happens with four days spent at the office, two in the nursing home, and one at church. Even television during my watching hours is pretty mundane.
I’ve gotten good with prices on the “The Price is Right,” have learned the names of most of the characters on the old westerns, JAG, Castle, and The Mentalist. Even came up with Tricia from Tricia’s Southern Cooking on the Food Channel, who was guesting on an early JAG.
Took awhile though, because she was not in a show that I would have expected. I have tried some of her recipes, so I knew she was a good cook; and have also heard her sing on the cooking show and found her to have an excellent voice. I was surprised to learn that she could also act.
This morning on the Today Show I was surprised to see the two remaining Beatles (Ringo Star and Paul McCartney) being interviewed. They had received an achievement award on the Grammys. During the interview some of their music, recorded back some 50 years ago, was played.
I didn’t like the Beatles in my younger days, but listening this morning I found it had improved a lot—was actually pretty good. One of the songs played was from their first U.S. TV performance—The Ed Sullivan Show—showed all the young girls swooning over them. They did have a huge U.S., as well as British, following.
A very welcomed visitor in the office this morning was Barry Bolen of Niceville, Fla.
I’m sorry for the reason of Barry’s visit to the Valley—the funeral of his sister, the late Joan Bolen Prestage. However, it was good to chat with Barry for a few minutes. He and Ed’s brother, Paul, were in the same class.
Here we go back to music, Barry, Paul, Tommy Howard, and Rick Tutor, were members of a quartet in high school and I understand they were very good. Ludie played for this group and also I think was their producer. My info on how good they were came from her and if she said something was good, it was.
Got to hear most of the group at the 50th year reunion of their Class of ‘56, when Paul, Rick and Tommy sang (Barry was unable to attend) and even after all those years they are still great vocalist.
Barry also created the “Doodle Art” that hung on the old Herald Office walls for many years. So many of you admired this and he’s promised some new art when he has the time. I still enjoy the original pieces.
Also dropping by on Monday was Al Reed. He was in to change the address on his and Suzanne’s paper. They’ve moved from Panola Street into the King Road area. That’s a residential district that I’ve always liked. For many years Ed and I visited with the late Jean and Sonny Lollar and their daughter, Jan, and with Vangie and the late Alton Fields. Vangie used to make us hamburgers for lunch—I can taste one now.
Next kid out of the past was Danny Wayne Edwards. Jack had found one of his school day pictures, which was used in the Herald many years ago, and had Mel return it. He came by to see why we had it. Could offer no explanation, but I guessed that his Mom had probably put a birthday ad in sometime back through the years. On the back of the picture, in my handwriting, was Edwards 68 percent.
The 68 percent denoted that the desired size of the picture for the paper was to be 68 percent of the original size, which would have been the size for a birthday ad. For it to be written on the back of the picture meant to me that it had gone to one of the engraving companies in Jackson for a zinc engraving to be made—we haven’t done that in many years.
Couldn’t give Danny Wayne much info as to why we had the picture, but it had been saved and he got back a photo of himself in great condition.
He and Lisa had been to Texas to pick up the three grands and bring them to the Valley to keep while their daughter-in-law was recuperating from a four-wheeler accident. He says living with three little ones causes some major adjustments in your life. Know they are enjoying them though.
About half the members of Woodland Hills have had the crud and four of us just can’t seem to shake it.
Cindy Barnes is the most critical. She’s had to have many tests and a biopsy. Her cough is still pretty severe. Do hope she gets good reports and will soon be cleared up.
Margie Pilcher, Hazel Johnson and I have been coughing, had running eyes and noses for over a month. It will get better and then comes back.
I really thought mine was on the way out until this past weekend. After spending two days with Mom, who was really bad—I think I’ve caught her ailment—which I believe is different from what I had. My nose is running again, eyes are dripping, and the cough is back. My laryngitis is also gone, but I still cannot sing. Jim says that the singing will get there if I just stop using my vocal chords—how do you do that and answer the phone and wait on customers?
So many of you have asked what we’re eating these days. Answer is next to nothing, unless the rest of the family is cooking and not sharing with me.
Over the weekend I had canned soup (which is not so bad) and sandwiches. Obviously I’m not starving, because I’m not loosing weight.
Not liking this weather. Even the avid cold weather fans are declaring that they will not complain in the heat of summer. When this happens you know we’ve had a cold winter. I’m hoping for an early, consistently warm spring.
By Betty Shearer