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Recently due to illness, inclement weather, and a cyberspace disappearance I’ve missed several columns. Thanks to Jim and Jimmie for supplying a couple of replacements and David for filling the space for the others. I’m still very weak today, but hopefully I’ll get a bit of news for you.
On a recent doctor’s visit and chem lab infusion, Jimmie and I had missed breakfast, so when the visit was completed we decided to stop by McAlister’s for a soup and sandwich lunch. Back in the van she reached for her phone to tell Jim the results and her phone was missing. Not found in the van, she went back in the restaurant and still it was AWOL. We decided it had to be back in the lab and sure enough a nurse met her, stating, “Knew it had to be yours.”
As she was coming out of the lab she found David’s Aunt Rita Jean and Uncle Rupert coming out of the radiation lab. Was so good to visit with them, even though Rupert had a problem.
As we went in for my appointment Tuesday, again our paths crossed and we were happy to learn that Rupert’s problem is not critical. Again, we encouraged them to visit us. They are both retired and Bill, Jimmie, and I are tired of each other.
Had to call on Mel Smith from the Herald office one day to bring meds because Jimmie was afraid to leave me by myself – was very weak. It’s great that the Cole and Smith homes are only about a mile apart on the Pope/Crowder Road. Next day called on Betty Davis to bring meds, so good to have friends to come to my aid. Janice Dollahite rode along with Betty and we enjoyed a delightful visit, catching up on Valley news. Learned that Janice was to have a hip replacement and she came through fine, with Betty attending her. What would we do without Betty?
Mother’s Day was lonely – only Bill, Jimmie and me. Jim and Celeste were in New Mexico. Michael and his family were with son, Jack, as the Amory baseball team were competing against Booneville in the 3A North Half Championship. Bill and Jimmie’s oldest son, William and his family had other plans. Bo and Carolyn were with their family. Gifts did arrive though. I have suggested no more bears – have received a bear for most every occasion. Was very happy though as a cuddly little Boyd Bear arrived. Jim said it just would not be Mother’s Day without a bear and the bear and I spent the weekend cuddling in my recliner. Jimmie and I also enjoyed our favorite popcorn and sugar-free candy.
Now I received a very special gift from Michael. While attending a Charity Auction in the area, he spied a framed reproduction print of our side of North Main Street. Have it propped on a table across from my chair and when I look across, it’s almost like being home. Thanks so much,Michael – I love it. Picture is by Jim Hendrix.
The Amory team won North Half, so we’ll be missing the Jack, Caroline, Missy and Michael for a couple more weeks.
The calves are really growing and they, along with their moms, look beautiful as they graze on the red clover. Bill and Rance, with Bo’s supervision, have a garden growing. Looking forward to eating time.
As always, thanks for all the cards, calls, letters, visits, and especially your prayers.
There came a time when men and women sat together in church and young men took young ladies to the evening service, Mrs. H. R. Blackstone wrote about the Wood Street Methodist Church in her Looking Backward column in May 1952.
There were no telephones and on Sunday afternoons the young men sent notes by boys asking for permission to accompany a young lady to church. On the way and back, she took her escort’s arm and held his hat in her lap during the services.
Some of the bolder young men would take the girl’s arm, holding it rather tightly close to him. She was not entirely happy about this gesture, wondering if he really respected her properly or might think her “fast.”
Returning from church, the young men went in and the young girl would play the piano and sing. The evening went by until about eleven o’clock when her mother would begin to move around in another part of the house, closing blinds and lowering windows, which was the signal that it was leaving time.
Sometimes he left. The longer he stayed, the more noise Mama made.