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Betty’s Week

  I’m sure the cold weather last Wednesday and Thursday killed the wisteria blooms and also the Bradford pears. Eureka Road in neighboring Panola County was so beautiful with all the trees hanging with wisteria the week before (even though it was not yet in full bloom), I was certainly expecting a more abundant show last Thursday. Was not to be—the blooms were gray drooping masses.

 The Bradford pears had turned a blaw tan. My Carolina Jasmin was drooping also, but to my surprise it sprang back to full splendor and on Sunday it was covered with butterflies (one a swallowtail) and bees. The redbuds did not seem to suffer at all. 

  On Wednesday morning the conversation was dominated by the cold weather. Heard some geese going north a few weeks ago, but I stated that I was sure to hear them going back south as I made my trip. I’m sure they hit our cold temps and realized they needed to back up and wait a few more weeks before going to their summer homes in the north. Had a couple of reports of seeing snowflakes. Could these have been frozen Bradford pear blooms? 

I delivered papers to B.T.C. with no coat, scarf, hat or gloves, just a sweater for warmth, and thought I’d freeze coming back up Main into that north wind—it was cold. One customer stated, “Betty, you know that winter is not over. We often get our heaviest snows in late March or early April.” Thought about this and I know he is right.  Guess I will not put up the heavy coats, scarves and gloves yet.


  Enjoyed another Lenten Luncheon at First United Methodist Church Thursday. Even though our ladies were having their monthly luncheon at Hometown Pizza at the same time, I had never heard Rev. Annette Ford preach, so I knew that I could visit with these ladies and enjoy Home-town’s great food and even hear Greg sing on another date, so I chose to join the Methodist on Thursday. 

Rev, Ford did double duty—she accompanied the choir and congregation as we sang. Sissy Griffin and Fred Eakes directed. Sissy asked all members or former members of any choir to stand. We did and were dubbed the choir for the day and those sitting were the congregation. Music was good—there are lots of great singers in the Valley. Rev. Ford’s message was outstanding, with an illustration of tossing a coin and choosing either following Jesus or denying Him. She told of a football game in 2013 (played in the snow, so the snow held the coin up) when the coin was tossed and it stood up. She says this does not happen in our walk with Christ—we can not straddle the fence. We’re either all in are all out.

  On the tables were flyers, “Imagine No Malaria,”  a campaign sponsored by the people of the United Methodist Church. It reported the ability to save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, most of whom are children. The mission challenges every church to do its part to provide 100,000 insecticide-treated mosquito nets this year. A net cost just $10 and will protect four people. If you want to help with this project you are invited to attend any of the three remaining Lenten Luncheons and drop your donation into the basket. 

If you want to contribute, but are unable to attend the luncheons, you may send it to First United Methodist Church, (P.O. Box 288) ,drop it by the church office, or even bring it to me and I’ll get it to the church. Make checks payable to First United Methodist Church and note that it is for Imagine No Malaria. 

  The speaker for this week’s luncheon will be Rev. Keith Keeton, Pastor of Senatobia United Methodist Church, and former youth pastor of Water Valley FUMC. He is a son-in-law of Dr. and Mrs. Carlock Broom of Pope. Special music will be by Barron Caulfield. A light luncheon is served, followed by the program. Everyone is invited to attend.


  A note from Bill Sissell of Chatham, Mass. came with his subscription renewal. Thought friends and family would enjoy my sharing it.

  “Several of my usual publications want to just email me — no thanks. Consequently I no longer know what they are doing. The NMH is not the most regular of my subscriptions, though no fault of yours, and “Betty’s Week” sometimes gets moved to page 3—forsooth—but it always gets here.

  “Tuffy Williamson (my last remaining cousin in WV) manages to keep his name off the obituary page. Incidently, when the Herald arrives I wait until just before supper time to read it and “Betty’s Week” is the last column I read, that way my appetite is well whetted and I can enjoy my meal. I am also delighted to read about all the new restaurants in WV. Not too many years ago a friend and I arrived in town on a Monday evening, looking forward to a mini reunion at Geanie and Crip Tyler’s the next day. The only thing we could find to eat was a “lonie” sandwich at Sylva Rena (but it was good and the service was great).

  “To get back on track (though not the IC). So thank you, I will stay with the good old USPS to get the NMH to me. Keep it up and keep it coming.

  “A faithful Herald subscriber (though sometimes late)—originally of 2019 North Main St. (and there are no more Sissells in Water Valley).”


  On these warm sunny days, I have seen a few lizards outside. Friend David Harris and I were discussing patience after morning service Sunday. He was relating watching a dog sit for hours under a tree waiting for a cat to come down. Told him that I did  not own a cat but had feral cats on the hill and I had watched them sit under my oak tree waiting for squirrels to come down and they always get there prey. He has a cat and his story dashed my hopes of controlling my inside lizards. Many friends had told me to get a cat and they would kill the lizards. 

David said his cat recently had delivered to his feet at the front door a small live snake and two live lizards. Cancel the cat order, I know I’d get a cat just like his who would bring in the lizards instead of getting rid of them.

  Maybe I’d better try the mint route. Have been told that mint will keep out mice and possibly snakes. When I ask about lizards, they though about it and said, “It’s probably worth a try.”  I remember that Mother Shearer always had a yard full of mint and she never had any mice and don’t remember seeing any lizards around her house. I think I’ll plant mint in every empty flower pot and in every flower bed—they’ve been empty for many years, so I can put them back into use. If this is not the solution to my critter problem, I can at least provide everyone all the mint they need.


  Today (Monday), the first day of spring has been a perfect spring day—hope they continue.

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