A welcome visitor in the office last Monday was Chuck Harris, son of the late Betty and Charley Harris. Chuck is another one of our Main Street kids. His parents worked all over Main and also off Main for many years. They owned Blu-Buck’s, next door to us for many years and then moved over to the corner of Wood and Railroad Streets. Betty ran Sears for many years and Charley was a highway patrolman and after the furniture business, he was in the funeral home, where he was later joined by Betty. They were great at all these jobs.
Chuck and I discussed most every business on Main, along with his grandparents, the late Gerald Harris, who was Chancery Clerk for many years, and his grandmother was a beautician further up North Main. Chuck was in a bad accident in his early teen years, and because he could no longer play little league baseball, he got to throw out the first ball in the spring after he was out of the hospital. He was looking for the picture of him throwing out this ball.
We know it was in the Herald and after the holidays I’ll find it for Chuck. It was so good to see him and I look forward to a return visit. We also reminisced about his other grandmother, the late Etta Pass Hodnet, who was also a dear friend and a member of the same Sunday school class I’m in at Woodland Hills.
Chuck shared many stories of his visits with her when she lived in the Delta and their escapades while hunting, fishing, and grabbling.
Jim called Monday to tell me he had bought a new vehicle. Celeste and Jim both put lots of miles on their cars and SUVs. He’s had an excellent mechanic for many years and when he took his vehicle in with a problem, the mechanic says, “Yes, Jim that’s your problem, but you also have about five or six more that are going to have to be taken care of in the near future. I suggest you get a new car.”
Jim said he and Celeste went looking that evening and found one he thought he’d like. Went back the next morning and bought it. He was so excited because he’d bought the first American made vehicle he’s ever owned and really likes it. For years we drove Nissans and Jim usually got our hand-me-down. When he began buying his own cars he got a Nissan Altima and it ran for hundreds of thousands miles. Then he went larger with a Nissan X-Tera, which he drove for 10 years. Last vehicle was still foreign made and I don’t even know what it was. The new SUV is either a Ford Explorer or Expedition. It’s not the top of the line. Jim says, “I don’t need heated leather seats out here (sun would destroy them), the sound system is fine in this one and I’m a musician, can close my own doors, and all the other extras just break or get in the way. Think this kid is maturing.
I offered money, but he assured me he could now buy his own car. They will not get to come home for Christmas, but hope to come for Memphis in May, so guess I have to wait to see this vehicle. When asked about the color he says, “It’s somewhere between burnt orange and bronze.”
Don’t think I’ve seen that color here so maybe if it appear in my driveway it will have New Mexico plates and a couple of kids that look familiar.
Got to set the “Letters to Santa” shared with us before I went to sit with Mom on Thursday. They are always so cute. This year I was surprised because so many asked for old tried and true gifts. Many wanted motorcycles, four-wheelers, dirt bikes, bikes, Barbie dolls and accessories, even some wanted Leggos. A few wanted the newer stuff—things I know nothing about and can’t spell.
We grew up with cards, dominos, jigsaw puzzles, all the board games, marbles, yo-yos, a football, basketball, and baseball and bat. I was watching one of the made for TV movies while at Mom’s over the weekend and they were using a five gallon bucket for their goal—now that really brought back memories.
The weather definitely varied over the weekend. I went into Mom’s room late Thursday and it was pretty warm. Then on Friday it got very warm, and the temp went up even more on Saturday. When I arrived home Saturday night it was 76 degrees. Prediction all day had been for strong thunder storms, with hail and high winds. This was in front of a strong cold front, which would plummet the temps into the teens during the night. The storms were to hit about five in Batesville.
I hate driving in rain, wind is okay (my van handles well in even high wind). Knew I couldn’t leave before seven (I have to feed Mom and get her in bed and asleep before I leave. She finally went to sleep and the sitter arrived so I left about 8:15. Didn’t have any traffic, the roads were mostly dry and I did not even have to turn on my windshield wipers—God does answer prayer. Got inside, turned on Channel 9 to see what to expect, weather-wise. Seemed that most of it was going north of us. About ten I decided all was okay and went to bed. Some time later I heard a couple of rumbles of thunder. Expected it to be really cold Sunday morning, but it did not seem that bad and I had no ice—not even in the puddle that is always at the foot of my driveway. Went to church with just my suit jacket.
The choir presented its Christmas program and we only had about two-thirds of our choir present (many were sick, even some with fevers) and the attendance was way down. I’m sure the weather kept some in too.
Our Sunday night services were cancelled so I attended the Christmas musical at First United Methodist Church. It was excellent. Directing the program was Minister of Music Eric Johnson and at the piano was Tracey Varner.
Members of the choir were: Mim Carpenter, Cynthia Dodge, Cissy Grif-fin, and Carrie McCormick, Altos; Alicia Canterbury, Leslie Carr, Cinnamon Foster, Steliah Mbugua, Savanna McGavock, Sher-anne McGraw, Bonnie Parsons, and Peggy Taylor, sopranos; Robby Parsons, James Person, and Eddie Ray, tenors; Fred Eakes, Joe Elliott, Binnie Turnage, Mark McGavock, Sergio Vergara, and Chance Ragsdale, basses. Sound Technician was Taylor Trusty. Readers were Leslie Carr, Fred Eakes, Carrie McCormick, Eric Johnson, and Binnie Turnage.
For many years Ed sang with this choir each Christmas and he always sat in the chair occupied by Mark McGavock, so sorry Mark I didn’t see you up there I saw Ed—not much difference in the height.
At Woodland Hills Sunday morning we will have an abbreviated service, beginning a 10 a.m. There will be no Sunday school and the worship service will consist of some special music and a devotional by Bro. Lynn Jones, pastor. There will be no evening service.
Following this service I will go to Jimmie and Bill’s home for a Christmas brunch with the family and then we will exchange gifts. A different schedule, but it will be fun. My assignment is desserts—I can do that.
Here’s wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas.
I am sharing a tribute (below) about Kim Horan Bruner, written by her lifelong friend Camille Fly Dautrich. We lost Kim on October 31.