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Betty’s Week

My week has basically been occupied by weather, Daylight Savings Time, reminiscing and reading. On sunny Wednesdays, I come back into the Valley from delivering papers to Sylva Rena facing that bright rising sun. Along most of this trip you  literally cannot see the highway. I drive on the outer edge on the rub board and am thankfully to have it there. With Daylight Savings Time the sun (by the clock) will be an hour later coming up so I’ll be traveling in the dark—much safer. 

Each time I face that strong sun I can’t help but remember the late Joe Crawford. Mr. Crawford was going home, facing the west  sun, when I know he could not see the road and did not have the safety strip to help guide him. He drifted into on coming traffic and was not killed, but he never regained his memory, virtually was left just alive for the remainder of his life.

He was a wonderful man and I still miss him, although it’s been over 50 years since the accident. I know that his family (I met a son several years ago, who was a little boy when this happened) has certainly missed him. He died several years ago, but they were deprived of his love, companionship, guidance, and all the other things a spouse, father and sibling provides, not to mention the loss to many friends and DHS clients that he helped.
DST also helps my travel  in the afternoons as, at the present, I often travel west on 315 at just the time the sun is getting low when I cross the bypass. You’re often completely blinded there and I know that those in vehicles behind me get upset with me, but they’ll just have to wait because I’m not crossing until I can see clearly. There are times that I think I’ll be there until dark.
I’ve heard considerations of making DST the permanent time. If you remember this was tried many years ago—think Jim was in about the fifth or sixth grade and we had to drive him down the hill and wait until the bus came. In only took a few weeks to decide that this was not wise. Children in the cities were having to wait on buses in the dark. Standard Time was quickly reinstated. The amount of daylight does not change with the time adjustment and instead the change comes when  we allot it on our clocks.  I hate the term Daylight Savings Time. We’re not saving daylight, we’re only transferring it from the morning to the afternoon. We can change the time any time we want to. To enjoy the sunshine when we want, we just have to adjust our times of operation. The Herald opens at 8:30, so if we want an hour more daylight in the afternoon, we could just open at 9:30. In the Valley at present there are a dozen, or more, opening and closing times, so if we announce our preferred times our customers can adjust accordingly. Simple enough solution, isn’t it, and none of us ever has to change our clocks again.


Our weather for the past few weeks has not been agreeable. I know we need rain and I can manage it, if I don’t have to drive when the downpour is so bad I can’t see, or it keeps me awake. Over the weekend I experienced both. Going home several days lately I’ve driven in rain where literally I could not see the road or the oncoming traffic—thankfully I only have about a two-mile trip from the office or church to  home. On several nights sleep has been impossible because of the thunder and lightning.

I also heard reports of heavy hail north of us. Cathy and Carey Sartin said that as they were coming through Sardis it was so bad they had to pull off the highway. And even with all this we are lucky, because as we watch the weather reports in the northeast, we find hundreds of thousands of folks have been without power. Adding to their problems was the report Monday morning for possibly another eight to 14 inches of snow in parts of this area.


Since office work  has been slow over the past couple of weeks, I’ve read several books. Last week it was Lizzie, a book that Jim left on the den coffee table. It’s fiction, with the main characters, a Mississippi governor’s family. Even though it’s fiction many of the places and events are factual. It’s written in a format that I’ve never seen before. Each character has dialogue in not exactly chapters, more like essays. Even Lizzie’s horse puts in his two cents worth. It covers her life from birth to death—a span of 66 years—and crosses paths with many interesting events, occupations, and people. 

The story is strung together by a present day antique dealer, who had found Lizzie’s diaries and as he reads them he researches the events. If you enjoy Mississippi history it’s definitely worth reading. I’m pretty sure it’s still in print if you’re interested.
After I finished Lizzie, I picked up a book from the Shearer Library, Little Brownskin Girl, written by Leo Horan. I think Leo was a brother of late Attorney John Horan, Uncle of Ben. I’m only a couple of chapters into it, but it seems a promising.


Back to the weather. Winter is apparently not over yet. There is a 29 degree low predicted for Thursday morning. Hope it does  not destroy all the fruit, because I’ve seen pears, plums, apples and peaches in full bloom. If the small fruit has formed it will hurt them and I sure am looking forward to some of Joey’s delicious peaches. With Easter coming early this year, I really thought that we just might have early warmer temps.
Can’t believe that Easter is only three weeks away. I will cook biscuits and make sausage gravy for Easter breakfast at Woodland Hills. May back up my home-made biscuits with Etta B’s this year. All my CNA’s and sitters has told me that they are just a good as home-made and that they would support gravy. Found some at Larson’s last week, made gravy and put them to the test. They were right, they remained intact under my sausage gravy and even my beef stew. However, I still like the taste of Pillsbury’s better and they also warm over better, so now it depends on what I need as to what brand I buy. Because of the warming over quality I’ll probably buy more of Pillsbury because I cook half a dozen at a time and just warm them over all week. It’s just not very energy efficient to cook one biscuit. We’ll see what the verdict is by church members after the Easter meal.


With Mel sick, David going to prison (they did let him out) and the weather, I didn’t get over to see Mom last week, but report is that she is fine. Thanks for asking about her and praying for her. To clarify my little pun about David, for readers who don’t know, David is involved with Kairos Prison Ministry and periodically goes over to Parchman to minister. 

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