We were so busy last week that we only stopped for one meal. On Monday we had my left over ham and dumplings, on Tuesday we ordered chicken sandwiches and fries from Nallie’s—the best in the Valley, then on Wednesday Mel and I decided to take a break. Walked down to El Charrito and enjoyed the buffet, which is delicious. Mel eats a ton of mushrooms, which I don’t care for, but I make up for it on refried beans—theirs are the best. Didn’t need any supper, just went right on to prayer meeting and did not even eat a snack when I got home.
On Thursday I was going to do without lunch completely, but Mel went to Larson’s and picked up a plate of their hot, off-the-grill hamburger patties, and with a bun and tomato we had a great meal. I often take these with me on Thursday afternoon, eat one for supper, and share the rest with Bill and Jimmie for their supper. This week I got short ribs and they are also delicious. Missed soup and salad at Home Town Pizza, but will make up for it this week—Woodland Hills ladies group plans to eat there Thursday noon.
When we came out of El Charrito it had begun to rain and Mel and I had not taken an umbrella, so we called our boss to come get us. He said he’d be there in about half hour, but we knew he was not telling the truth because he did not want to do all the work we’d left undone. He soon picked us up and we enjoyed a ride in his new American made pick-up.
I’m always glad when the work I had to do last week is finished for the year. I’m not a bad bookkeeper, but I would not have Joe Black’s job for big bucks. Also, with all the computer programs now in use that I have not kept up with I couldn’t do it anyway. I just give him and David the figures and they do the computers.
In January it piles up—you have monthly federal and state taxes, quarterly federal tax reports, and the quarterly state unemployment report, along with the annual federal unemployment report and W-2 forms. That’s a pretty good week’s work. All the while you have to answer the phone, wait on customers, make bank deposits, and do some get-ready work for the next week.
Still miss having the late Dorothy Jane Henry to sympathize with me.
Going over to the nursing home in Batesville Thursday afternoon I was probably saved from a traffic ticket by a dead deer. Turned on to the Eureka Road—there was no traffic, sun was shinning brightly, road was clear, so I’d gotten up to an over the limit speed. All of a sudden I spotted a large dead deer, almost in the highway. Seeing a deer on the roadside slows me down—think it does most drivers. I’d gotten down to about 50 mph, when I met a Panola County sheriff’s patrol car. He just smiled, knowing that I’d probably just gotten slowed down when I met him.—may have even been sent to check out the deer. My van wants to run 60 to 65—think a speeder must have had it when it was new.
Mom’s room at the nursing home was so hot when I arrived that she had the door to the hall open to let in cool air. Our heating/AC unit was not working and that west sun is like a very good heater. After the sun went down the room quickly cooled off and sleeping was no problem. A work order had been turned in, so it was quickly repaired, but we really did not need it the rest of the week. However, had this happened last week, we would have had to gotten out all the blankets. I’d left my heat on low (you never know what the temperature will be in the span of three days) and when I arrived home Saturday night, I had to open the doors and let out some heat.
Watched the Today Show Friday morning and it brought back lots of memories. The show’s 65 anniversary (which was actually Saturday) was being celebrated. It was fun to see the first host of this program, Dave Garoway, and the monkey, J. Fred Muggs, lots of succeeding hosts and hostesses through the years. In one of the early programs former President Harry Truman just walked by on the outside. He was not even a guest, just one of the crowd. Apparently he was just the common man. Years ago Ed and I spent a weekend in Independence, Mo. and talking to many folks who had known him, eaten with him, took walks with him – they all attested to the fact that he was just one of them. We ate at a diner where he often ate and were allowed to eat at his table. We also walked the marked route of his daily routine walk, visited in the Truman home, shopped in the store where he had been a clerk and it was all so interesting—we came away feeling like we knew him personally. I’d liked the man before that visit and always thought he was a great president.
Another memory of the Toady Show was that it was the first show we got to seen on our brand new TV set in January of 1953. We had watched TV shows for a year or so on our cousin’s 10-inch round screen, big floor model. It was like a home theater in the neighborhood. Kids sat on the floor, with adults in all the chairs and couches in the house arranged to everyone could see. Cousin Bet was a great hostess and always had snacks of all kinds, along with soft drinks and lemonade.
When we got our set the crowd divided. Ours was a 17 inch table model, but the picture was much clearer, sound was better and sometimes we got extra channels. Apparently we were living in a skip situation and often would get the bull fights and other programs from Mexico. Channel 5 was the only programming in our area at the time and it only broadcast on the weekend.
We’d get up early in the morning—didn’t want to miss a word, turn on the set and watch the old Indian test pattern until the Today Show began. At night I remember the Show of Shows, Hallmark Theater, the classic music shows, Eddie Fisher, Kate Smith with the Pop Whiteman Orchestra, several of the serial shows, Zorro, Sergeant Preston, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, and lots more. TV was so much fun then, because there was so little of it.
And we did not have all the computer stuff that now takes its place and most TV owners have hundreds of channels and they still lament that there’s nothing on. I have seen so little TV in my lifetime so it’s still great to me. In the last three years in Mom’s room two days and nights a week, I am seeing shows that most of you saw 20, 30, 40 and 50 years ago. Find a new one every once in a while. I’m addicted to I Love Lucy, The Golden Girls, Blue Bloods, The Rifleman, 7th Heaven, and the cooking shows. Also enjoy the new made for TV Hallmark movies and Hallmark’s Home and Family Show, but that’s enough of nostalgia.
We were so sorry to learn of the death of long-time columnist, Charles Norman Cooper, on Sunday. Charles began writing for us in early 2001 and his last column was about six weeks ago. The column began as a tribute to an earlier columnist, Dudley Wagner. Cooper began with the column titled, “Here, Then, and Elsewhere—2001,” named for Wagner’s column.
Later in the year he renamed the column, ”Reflections,” the title it carried through the years. We will all miss his writing, but most of all we will miss Charles. He dropped in every week and those visits will certainly be missed by the Herald staff. Sympathy is extended to his wife, Lupe, the children, grands, and all the family.
We were also sorry to hear of the death of Bobby Moore. Sympathy is extended to his wife, Shirley, their daughters, and his extended family.
Friday the leadership of the United States will change. We extend our appreciation to President Obama for his eight years of service, and wish President Trump a successful term, or terms, in office.