By Betty Shearer
Hopefully the papers will arrive on time this week. Occasionally we do have machinery breakdowns—in my many years here, though, they have been few and far between and we’re so thankful for that.
Last Wednesday morning I waited and waited and the papers did not arrive, so I came down to the office and called David. He knew they were going to be late, but didn’t know how late. He’d been trying to get me on my cell and I did have it own and it was charged—don’t know why it didn’t ring. When one thing goes wrong, though, it seems that everything malfunctions.
David’s father, John, called me back a short time later and told me it was going to be about 10:30 before we got Heralds. Called the Post Office to tell them we were going to miss the mail and to get ready for phone calls. I then got in the van to alert the stores of the delay and to pick up returns from the previous week—didn’t want folks buying old newspapers. Also, had to get the old papers out of the racks. Everyone was so nice, many of them hugging me and telling me they were so glad I was okay—and assured me that late papers didn’t matter, just as long as I was fine. It is so nice to live in a town where folks are concerned about you and seem to love you so much—I don’t want to live anywhere else.
Back at the office, the phone had started to ring. Even then all our subscribers were nice—most of them were concerned that they’d failed to pay their subscriptions. None had, and I assured them that I’d send a second notice before I stopped their paper. Phone rang all day Wednesday and until about two in the afternoon on Thursday—that’s when everyone had given us a second day to get the paper delivered.
My first concern when the delivery van did not arrive was that Driver Scott had had an accident and was hurt badly, because he has my home and cell number. Deer are numerous on the roads he travels and I know they can cause a serious accident anytime of the day or night. I almost hit one Saturday morning on the way from Moms house to the nursing home in Batesville. Just shortly after I turned on to Eureka Road off Hwy. 51 a big doe or last year’s fawn crossed about 20 feet in front of me.
Fortunately I’d not picked up much speed and the van has super brakes. Saw another deer on the Pope/WV Road coming home Sunday morning. It was far enough in front of me that it was no threat.
Main hazard on Sunday mornings this time of year is the bright early sunshine—it feels great but it is hard to drive into. I did have my sunglasses on Sunday morning, though.
Wednesday morning, everyone kept asking me what the news was and I was hard pressed to tell them anything, even though I’d read the entire paper. News expected usually includes obits, births, weddings, accidents, fires and board meetings. We had no obits, no births, no weddings, no serious accidents, and only one hay fire. Don’t think this has happened before in all my 55-plus years at the Herald. We did have a good paper, though, which included updates on the announcing candidates, weekly columns and features, along with some good sports pictures by Claudia and Mark. Also, of interest was David’s feature on retiring District Five Supervisor Bubba Tillman. I certainly enjoyed it—brought back lots of good memories of county history.
Brother Don dropped by Friday afternoon to show me a picture of the trophy buck he’d killed recently. I then put him on a mission to kill some eating-size deer. Told him that I could not depend on Bo and Rance, so he’d better get busy. He then put up his fingers and counted, Gina says we need a couple for the freezer, I’ve promised two for the food pantry, and now you need a couple. I’d better go get started, we only have one more week to hunt.
I got up early Saturday morning, went out to the van to get a Coke and found it covered in ice. Cranked it up and it took almost 30 minutes to clear the windshield and windows. Bo and Rance were getting ready for a early Saturday hunt and Bo kept running up and down the hill, getting the 4-wheeler and trailer and all the equipment out—when this starts you might as well get up there’s no more sleeping. Even braving the cold, they still did not kill a deer.
Mom’s sitter and I had bargained that if there was ice on the road, the one in her room would just stay and the other could stay home until it was safe to travel. I was glad the roads were clear though, because she had a funeral to attend on Saturday and then had to help feed the family. Also, was glad to see the sun come out and the day turn into a very pleasant one—funerals in rain or cold are so depressing—and they are bad enough at best.
Jimmie brought Caroline by to visit with Mom late Saturday afternoon and she can certainly brighten up a day. She was eating a huge sucker, bubblegum-flavored and dyed blue. Her tongue and lips were blue. I told her she was turning blue and she just thought that was so funny. She was on her way to help Papa Bill feed the horse, the one she has named “Man.” She hugged Mom and me, said “good bye” and caught Jimmie’s hand and says, “Come on MeMaw, got to go feed Man.”
January is almost gone, days are getting longer, and we’ll soon be to Groundhog and Valentine’s Day. Hope he doesn’t see his shadow and better wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day now so I don’t miss it.