Wednesday’s traffic along the paper route had picked up, there were more customers in most of the businesses I deliver to, and everyone seemed to be in better spirits. Didn’t see any boats, so fishing must not have been predicted to be very good. Was good to visit with Linda at Water Valley Food and Gas Mart (Old Tobacco World), as they were again opening at their earlier time. Arriving back at the office, found that we had more folks coming in to pick up a paper, or just to say “Hello.”
It’s so good to have things returning to almost normal and I sure hope the trend continues.
On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, we were putting the finishing touches on the graduation section. This is a special section I especially enjoy each year, although the current one reminds me of my advanced age – think I had some third generation seniors in this 2020 special edition. I do enjoy reading the biographies of the students and this year’s class seems to be filled with outstanding scholars – congratulations. Many are excellent academic and athletic graduates, most are going on to college, with a few entering the military or work force. Most also shared their religious preferences. Looks like our world is going to be left in good hands, if our students are any indication.
After I read the final page proofs Friday, I went over to Panola County for a visit with the Cole family. Visiting MeMe and PaPaw Bill (Jimmy and Bill) was granddaughter, Caroline. After Jimmie and Bill both retired and Caroline was not able to attend school, she has been coming over for extended visits. Her mom is a radiologist at Baptist in Tupelo and her dad is a State Farm Agent in Amory, so she was having to camp out in Michael’s office, which she reports is just boring.
On the farm she can ride the four-wheeler, play with Buddy the dog, watch the cows, go swimming in her cousin’s, (who lives next door) pool, and has an open 24/7 snack bar. I even got served a snack on a silver tray (a tin pie pan) and the fine crystal (a Mason jar) during my stay. This gal knows how to keep you entertained. Mom and Dad were coming for her on Saturday, but she vowed she was not going home with them and I suspect that she didn’t.
Saturday morning brothers, Bo and Rance, arrived bright and early to cut my grass. It turned in to lots more than a yard mowing. They cleaned up trash that had been accumulating since Ed’s death and the place now looks like someone lives there. Charles White also got the vines off my front chimney and pressure washed the chimney and entire house front, Henry Johnson trimmed the trees, and the boys also did lots more trimming, so I’m in good shape for a while. Now I only have to tackle the inside.
I did a bit of that on Thursday—cleaned out the magazine rack I’d brought from Mom’s nursing home room, then decided to tackle the one in my den. It was stacked about two feet above the rack and going through all that junk took the rest of the day. Threw out lots of junk, but among all this I found a few interesting items. One was a packet of Jim’s performance programs, along with a few feature articles of his concert performances and school honors. Also found a stack of cute sayings and inspiring articles sent by him and long-time friend, Dr. T. J. Ray.
One I found to be very relevant for today’s problem, which I am sharing, since my week was not very exciting. Don’t know whether it came from T. J. or Jim and there is very little explanation of where it originated, except that stated was that it appeared in the London Times (don’t know when).
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old fiend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in our of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended form school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in discipling their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; by his wife, Discretion; by his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his four stepbrothers: I Know My Rights; I Want It Now; Someone Else Is To Blame; and I’m A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on, if not, join the majority and do nothing.
Our attendance was down Sunday at Woodland Hills, know a few were not feeling well. However, we did have an excellent Sunday School lesson and a fine message from God, delivered by Bro. Rob Jones.
He’s beginning a series of messages on the seven churches of Asia Minor (modern day Turkey) – one church each Sunday for seven weeks. This begins in the first chapter of Revelation. First we got a spelling lesson, which he says you need if you plan to ever get a degree from Blue Mountain. The final book of the Bible is Revelation, not Revelations, a lesson I’d learned many years ago from a very smart SS teacher. This lesson was reinforced a few years ago when we studied Rev. Adrian Rogers’ book on Revelation. The reason for this important emphasis is there is only one revelation from God and it’s contained in the entire Bible.
After morning services, which are the only services we’re having at Woodland Hills until the middle of July, Wanda and Bud again took me out for lunch. We did dine inside at Obie’s and even though it was pretty crowded, mask and social distancing were being observed. Food was good and fellowship even better.
One other topic in the news these days that I want to express my solution to is the matter of abolishing Mississippi’s state flag. This will not upset me at all, as a matter of fact I think we should do away with all 50 state flags. We are not 50 independent nations, we are the United States and we have a perfectly good flag. Let’s just all scrap the state flags and fly our United States flag proudly.
Remember fathers on Sunday. Even though I’ve lost both my Kilgore and Shearer fathers, and Jim lost his, we still have our memories. For those of you with living fathers, do enjoy them while they are here on earth with you and if, like ours, they’ve gone on, enjoy your memories. Happy Father’s Day to all you dads.