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Betty’s Week

 I did not listen to the presidential debate Sunday night. Well, it turns out that I really did not miss it. Just about everyone in the office this morning has asked if I heard it and when my answer  was “No,” they proceeded to tell me their favorite part of the debate and then give me their commentary on same. 

I’m sure that I have heard the entire debate and there is no question that my commentary was far superior to the national broadcasters. Last comment I heard was from friend, David Harris, who said that during the Q&A, one person asked if either of them could make a positive comment about the other. 

Clinton stated that all of Trump’s children seemed well educated, very polite, and well mannered. To which he was reported to have answered that he didn’t know if that was a positive or negative comment. I assumed that he was thinking she intended it to call attention to the fact that they were very different front their father. His positive for her was that she never gave up on a program, again probably a negative—that they were all bad and she never let them go. I, along with most of my family and friends, think that our vote in this presidential election will be cast for the lesser of two evils, if we can figure out which one is that. I’ve been spending much time in prayer for the right answer to this decision.


  Charles Mills, who lives in the Oakland area was telling me about his banana tree a few weeks ago. Said it was about 15 feet tall and had a small stalk of bananas on it. Saw him in the post office one day last week and he says the fruit is now about three to four inches long. Maybe if we get warm days for a few more weeks, those bananas will get ripe or maybe I could go out and build a greenhouse around it—I do like bananas.


  A note from long-time friend, Ralph Mitchell, tells me that his grandson, Dillon Mitchell, is coaching at Senatobia this year. He says he picked up his 1955-56 Northwest annual to share with him the picture of Bill Oakley, who was coaching there when we were students at NWJC. Ralph states that Coach Oakley was a great guy that he really liked. Brooks Oakley (Coach Bill Oakley’s grandson) and Dillon were both on the staff. He says, I thought about you when I found the annual.” 

  Ralph and another Vallian, Golie Mize,  were in Miss Zula Glenn’s trigonometry class with me. My class just before this was on the second floor of the science building, which was a long way from the building housing the trig class, also on the second floor. As I entered the classroom late each day, Miss Glenn would say, “Miss Kilgore has arrived so we can start the class now.” Ralph is the  brother of Geri Cardwell, and son of the late Ann and Freck Mitchell. Coach Oakley was also very kind to me. I had him as my speech teacher. I told him going in that I could not stand before the class and give a speech—I was terrified of public speaking. He made me try, but when I burst into tears, he just told me to take my seat, asked for the copy of my speech, which I presented  after class. I never had to speak again, just turned in my speeches, and I got a B in the class.

  A short note from Kay Nelson says, “Hope all is well!” For many years Kay and her children would stop by on Thursday to pick  up a paper. The children played with both dogs, Ian and Pepper. They were two of very few people who could  play with Ian—he didn’t  like many folks. After the children grew up, Kay didn’t stop by very often, so Betty Davis gave her a gift subscription and Kay has kept taking the Herald all these years. Miss seeing her and wonder what has happened to the children. 

  Another subscription renewal was from long-time friend, Julie Putman. She and brother, Jeff,  children of the late Maxine and Homer Dean Tubbs, go back to early days at Camp Ground. They were the cutest, most well behaved children, and so much fun to be with. Julie  played in the Community Band for  many years, but since them I have not seen her—miss that.


  Mom is on an antibiotic and slept most of Friday and lots of Saturday, so I watched TV. On the food channel’s Kitchen Show, the guest chef was from Oxford. Don’t remember her name, but she talked about the grove and the extensive tailgating there. The entire show was on dishes for a tailgating party. They made elaborate stadiums, completely eatable, a dip in the form of a football, and all kinds of dips, sandwiches, etc. The visiting chef made the cocktails—sounds like Ole Miss. She had also been on the Today Show, and there made chicken on a stick, with Dude Dip. She wore a game shirt, with one half the New York team’s colors (she raved about Eli Manning) and the other half was the other team’s colors. I’m not a football fan, so don’t know who it was. It was a cute segment of the show and her chicken on a stick sounded really good. The Dude Dip was a little much for my taste.

  Watched a lot of the coverage of Hurricane Matthew, as it traveled up the East Coast. This storm was bad, but not nearly as destructive as it could  have been. 

  Between Hallmark, TNC, and AMC, I get plenty of movies, both current and old. Do like the cute little made-for-TV movies on Hallmark and the oldies, but goodies, on the other channels. Also, got home Sunday night in time to see the season wrap of Chesapeake Shores. Now we’re left with the star in a terrible situation and we have to wait until next year for it to resolve. Don’t they know that some of us are getting too old to wait for this —we might not even be here. 


  More food discussion came Sunday after evening worship service. Sammy Cobern said she had a smorgasabord for lunch. Main dishes were lasagna and red beans and rice—two of my favorites. Mom used to make lasagna. I’ve made it a couple of times, and even though I like it a lot, decided it is to much work. Went back to spaghetti or more, more. Sammy says she has a friend that makes it—now that’s the way to cook that dish. She had fudge pies for dessert, and I have not made one of those in several years—I do know how to make that dish and it’s not that hard. It’s back on my menu.

  I had not eaten much all weekend, so I did a bit of cooking myself. Lunch was pot roast, with corn on the cob, navy beans and ham, slaw, cornbread, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Sunday night, after watching all the tailgating with so many different versions of Rotel dip, I made me a bowl of the original—Rotel and Velveeta, with Fritos to dip with. Ate the whole thing.


  The Blue Devils lost another one to  long-time rival, Independence, Friday night. They’ll meet  North Panola (Sardis) in an away game this week. Sardis is not a long trip, so get out and support the Blue Devils. 

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