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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

    I ‘m going to back up to last week’s column and mention one item that’s always been a hot subject in the Valley.
    As we were coming home from Monticello, Ark., Jimmie says, “I think we can make it home on the gas in the tank, but just in case let’s stop and fill it up along the way. We passed pumps that advertised as low as $2.629.
    Finally, as we were leaving Cleveland, Jimmie remembered to stop. It was the last Shell Station on the way out of town and had no amount advertised on their pumps. Found out why when she got her receipt—we paid $3.299. Now I’d filled up  in the Valley on Monday afternoon for $2.879 and she’d filled up in Batesville at an even lower price. Getting back into the car she says, “I really think we should have tried to make it home.”
    From Cleveland to Pope there are few gas stations, so I’d rather have paid the price and  been sure than stranded out in that area—Parchman, Lambert, Crowder, along with a lot of area with no towns.
    Okay folks, we don’t always have the highest gas prices in the country.
    Have just about gotten over my ordeal with the defoliant allergy. Don’t want to get into that stuff again.
    Mel, on the other hand, sounds almost like I did last week and hers is not an allergy—but thankfully it’s not the flu—only a respiratory infection, which is bad enough.
    As I made my  paper deliveries Wednesday morning  I noticed a little bit of fall color and was looking forward to a really beautiful fall landscape in the coming weeks. However when I woke up Sunday morning and saw that blanket of white my hopes for this were dashed. Leaves were coming down by the bushel as I traveled home via the Pope/WV Road and my driveway was completely covered. But the leaves hanging on still have not turned brown and swiveled up, so maybe there is hope yet.
    As I left Mom’s about 8 a.m., however the thermometer read 32 degrees. I got home and found a heavy sweater to wear to church.
    I’d arrived at the nursing home in the middle of the afternoon Thursday and it was hot. I had on a short sleeved shirt and did not even take a jacket—had not seen the weather prediction. Didn’t go outside all day Friday and when I did  leave for home about 9 p.m., still wearing my short sleeves, I exited to about a 35 mile-an-hour north wind. Thought I’d freeze before getting to the van. Fortunately Brother Bo had gone up to Mom’s house and turned on the heat, so I had a warm house to sleep in.
    Saturday morning I searched for a jacket and it felt good. Same jacket felt great on Sunday morning. Had to go out and crank the van to let it warm up and get rid of the ice on the windshield—first time this year.
    The animals seem to enjoy the cooler weather. Saw several deer along the roadsides and squirrels, rabbits, coons, and even turkeys were out and about. Snakes and turtles seemed to have disappeared.
    We had trunk or treat at Woodland Hills Wednesday night and there were some cuties there, also. One little one still in his Mom’s arms was trick or treating. When the family came by I invited his brother and sister to help themselves to goodies. They did and were so polite, saying, “Thank you”.  I looked at the little one and remarked that I was so sorry that I had nothing he could eat. His Mom says, “He can eat anything!” Well I had a honeybun, which she okayed and I put it in one hand, then asked about a moon pie. Got an okay and put it in his other hand. That little fellow left a happy camper. I was so glad that I had something other than hard candy.
    The kids seemed to enjoy the Little Debbies more than the candy and they loved the junky Halloween jewelry and decorations.
    Candy left at the Herald is being used to sooth sore throats. Had the other basket full to take into the NH, but it got confiscated by Jimmie. When we were transferring items from the van to her car, she spied it and says, “What are you going to do with this?” Told her, she decided that NH folks did not need goodies so she took it. She’d forgotten to buy candy and didn’t want to go back to the store—didn’t blame her, shopping for candy that late was a nightmare.
    At church everyone was served pizza, chips and dips, drinks, and desserts after the pumpkin decorating contest and other games. I  helped in the kitchen before going out to open the van for trick or treating. Was a little late getting back inside for the clean up. Bro. Lynn asked if we didn’t have a dishwasher and he was told that we did—her name is Betty Shearer. Well, I do not do all the dishwashing, but I do help most of the time. When  we built the kitchen I did make the decision not to install a dishwasher. I’d been in several church kitchens with dishwashers and they were never used. Ask why and was told that they are too slow. Thinking about it I knew that was true, we can hand wash and be out of the kitchen long before it could be done with a dishwasher. Also, hand washers do not take up cabinet space and they probably operate more economically.
    As of today, 77 years ago I was the only female child in the Kilgore family. Jimmie was born 70 years ago on November  5,  which will be Wednesday.
    Robert Montgomery was in last Wednesday and we were discussing his age and Jimmie’s—they’re about six months a part. He’s older. In college he had dated one of Jimmie’s best grammar school friends and wanted to know if I knew where she was or what she was doing. I didn’t know, and didn’t see Jimmie long enough over the weekend to ask if she did, but will find out. It’s been a long time and she may have lost touch with her. Robert also brought me a new supply of chili sauce for my peas. I got some peas cooked yesterday and will make cornbread tonight—yum! yum!
    It’s so good to see Robert getting back to normal—well as normal as Robert can get. His health is improving, though, and we’re happy for this. World would not be the same without him.
    He’d teased me about not mentioning him in the column for several weeks. Told him that every time I put an update on his condition in I’d have to take it out because someone would come by and tell me he was worse again. Didn’t want to report that he was better and then next week that he was at death’s door again. I’m  glad I can joke with Robert even in the worst of times—but the truth is that I’ve been really concerned about him.
  Glad to report that he really is much better now.
    Was so glad to hear that the Blue Devils had a decisive win over Marks M.S. Palmer Thursday night in the final game of regular season play. They will now enter post season play, meeting Kemper County on the Bobby Clark Field Friday night.
    Congratulations team, and good luck as you begin your climb up the ladder in 3A North Half competition.

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