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Betty’s Wee

Enjoyed receiving a very complimentary letter from subscriber, Leroy Pucheu of Gulfport. Mr. Pucheu sent us a section of the Biloxi SunHerald. He writes: “You might enjoy the articles by Mrs. Kat and Mrs. Powell. I do prefer your paper over this thing they call newspaper here. Just mostly quotes form the New York times and such.” 

The lead article was “The quirks, charms in cuisine and culture set El Paso apart.”

Opening paragraph read, “I forgot my passport, but that didn’t matter. I was in El Paso, technically not Mexico, but close enough.” The only thing separating El Paso from Mexico is the Rio Grand River—in El Paso you can almost throw a rock from one country to the other. 

Since Jim spends a lot of his time in El Paso (plays tuba with El Paso Brass) and with other groups in the area, I enjoyed the article. However, had I been depending on this paper for my local news I would not have been so  happy with this.

Kat’s article was “A moth is much more than a flame-Lover.”  This article tells about the luna moth and the maple moth, also explaining that the expression, “Like a moth to a flame!” might be describing someone who is irresistibly and dangerously attractively to someone or something,  no matter how potentially bad the association.

This section of the paper also included the New York times Best Seller book list, an article from the Dallas Morning News, a couple from the Washington Post, and several other special articles.

There was no hard news in this section of the paper.

Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Pucheu, and also thanks for sharing the paper with us.


Had a call from Lynda Pointer, asking us to print an article about an upcoming state-wide garden club event, which we are glad to do. She explained that she and Carol Bell Brown had been classmates at Northwest Junior college. She had also known Sue Ann Hyde, and several more from the Valley—didn’t have my pen , so don’t remember all of you she mentioned. 

Her contact in Water Valley is Gayle Heaton, a member of The Garden Club of Water Valley, who had told her that at least four from that club will be attending the event and I’m sure that several from Town and Country Garden Club will also attend. Enjoyed our phone visit.


Another caller was Margie Williamson, who is now a resident in Yalobusha Nursing Home. Margie has written several article for the Herald over the years and we do appreciate her help. She called to make sure we knew that Main Street Water Valley was now on the National Historical Registry. Margie, we did already know this news, but thanks for calling—next time we may not be aware of something you know and it was good to hear from you.

During my first four  years in the Valley, Marjorie, Taylor and the children were Mom and Dad Shearers’ next door neighbors to the west on Clay Street and Ed and I were their backyard neighbors (we lived in the only house on Vaiden Alley, which faced the Williamson’s back yard). 


One more call was from Jim. He was on his soap box about the threat of stopping all funding for arts in the nation. Jim’s research tells us that if all funding for the arts were taken out of the budget it would only fund running the government for eight minutes. Not much return for all the enjoyment, not to mention all the good the arts do for this country. We all know that the arts keep many young people out of trouble and creates many jobs and who knows what else. Well Jim, I’ve helped you spread the word in the Valley and surrounding areas.


Wanda McCluskey called shortly after noon on Wednesday, to tell me that she and Bud could not be at prayer meeting that night. Bud is in charge of our prayer meeting at Woodland Hills. They asked me to take over, which I was glad to do. After praying that God would send the message we needed to hear, I began looking for something to use and up popped a lesson on prayer. Thought this must have come from God, because we all certainly need more prayer in our  lives. 

Arriving a little early Wednesday night, because I didn’t know whether I was to unlock the church or not, I found Margie Pilcher and her kitchen crew already there. We visited while they worked, getting snacks ready for the children, whom she, Becky York, and Sylvia Beene teach. 

Shortly after I arrived we welcomed a surprise visitor—our former youth minister, Dustin Pearce, who is now a student at New Orleans Baptist Seminary. After a few minutes of catching up, I approached Dustin with the idea of his taking over the devotional part of prayer meeting. 

His answer was, “I really wanted to hear you”—which was very nice of him. A little before assembly time, I again approached him, urging him to share something God had put on his heart for us and assuring him that everyone present would rather hear him than me (which was definitely the truth). 

He agreed and that young man, who was a great preacher when he was with us, has now become an outstanding preacher. We heard a sermon that I wish everyone could have heard. We may just have heard the next Billy Graham. Dustin, we enjoyed your visit so much, and thanks for sharing the word of God with us.

My prayer had been for God to send the word we needed to hear and God sent so much more—he also sent His messenger to deliver it.


  Went over to Batesville, early Friday morning to be with Mom at the nursing home. I got behind a school bus, which stopped about ever 50 feet to pick up students. This went on for about five or more miles and he was not a considerate driver—never pulled over to let us pass. Probably had 10 to 15 cars stacked up. Finally he left Eureka Road to pick up on a road to the left, we were all happy he needed to get those children.

Mom and I had a good day, she ate well, Dr. Stone was in and said she was doing fine, with the exception of a little infection for which she was being treated with an antibiotic. All  her vitals were good. She sat up all day and we talked some. Then when it came bedtime, she stated she was not tired and not ready to go to bed. It was about 8:30 when she finally decided to go to sleep. I always stay with her for a while to make sure she is sleeping soundly so I got home near 10.

Ate a bowl of soup and got into bed because brothers had informed that if it did not rain, they’d be at my house early Saturday morning to cut grass. I got up at six and the lights went out. Had showered by candlelight Thursday morning, so decided to just skip Saturday’s shower. Knew we were going to be doing yard work and sweat was going to be plentiful. 

Bo and Rance did not arrive until about  nine, so after eating a bowl of cereal I decided to clean under the sink—kitchen and den are the only rooms in the house with enough natural light to do anything. Don’t advise cleaning under the sink—if its like mine you really don’t want to know what’s there.

Boys came in two pick-ups, pulling two trailers, one loaded with the riding mower, the other with a four-wheeler. In addition they had a chain saw, a poll saw, push mower, weed-eater, and lots of other tools. They sawed off every limb that the 11-foot saw would reach, some with Bo on his toes. All this had to be pulled to the brush piles (I helped with some of this). A huge pile of lumber left over from an earlier deck building had to be moved (Rance said that was a chore he’s planned to do for the past five years), grass was cut, all weed-eating done and who  knows what else they did. 

Don’t know what I’d do without them, but I was ready for them to quit Saturday and I had not been doing very much—know they were worn out. They probably couldn’t get out of bed Sunday morning.  Another work day is planned and they’re bringing even more equipment—my yard may be up to Ed’s expectations or even Bo’s when they finish.


I got up early on Memorial Day to see what the weather prediction was. Before our weather news was the report of flooding in Baltimore. Brought back some horrible memories of our 1984 flood and theirs is even worse. Piles of cars were floating down Main Street, water was almost up to the over-the-street signs and most of the Main Street buildings were flooded and their street is much longer than ours. There’s no telling what the price tag of that damage will be. 

We can certainly sympathize with them. Also, coming in was the tropical storm, which will hit the Florida and Alabama coasts and I’m sure cause lots of flooding there. It may also spawn tornadoes (we can also sympathize with tornado victims). Then came the update on the Hawaii volcano destruction, which we thankfully can only emphasize with these people. I don’t want to deal with a volcano—rather drown than burn.

It’s almost noon Monday, and so far we still have sunshine in the Valley, so maybe some are getting to enjoy the Memorial Day Holiday.

Our appreciation is extended to all the veterans who have helped to keep the United States free, and to those who are still in the service of securing our freedom.

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