Congratulations to Kevin and Callie Herman on the arrival of a baby son on April 5 at Cookeville Hospital. His name is Asher Glenn Herman and weighed eight pounds and 12 ounces.
Recent visitors of Ruth Sutton were Charles Allen, Thelma Evans, Michelle and Ali Patton, Sue McCoig, Billy and Linda Sutton, Christine and Reed Arnold and Patricia Pack.
Jewell Wiser visited Rebecca Ervin on Friday evening.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Thomas Vaughn in his death.
Jerry Snow of Nashville and Doris and JoAnn Campbell visited Martha Snow on Saturday. Martha said that she appreciates them coming and cleaning her yard up after the storms we had on Monday.
I got a call from Lewis Brown George Monday morning he wanted to say hello to everyone that lives around here. He hasn’t been able to visit here in a while.
Congratulations to Chris and Breana Hawkins on the arrival of a baby boy born on April 10 at the Murfreesboro Hospital he’s been named Clay Dale Hawkins and weighed seven pounds and ten ounces.
Linda Ferrell attended a bridal shower on Saturday evening honoring Jessica Dyer and Tyler Cripps at the home of Tommy and Priscilla Martin. There were 25 present, and they received a lot of nice gifts.
Queda Ferrell and Clara Max Hawkins visited Jamie and Anthony Wright and boys Sunday evening.
Larry Daw and Faye Adkins were guest of Artie, Regina and Nicolas Daw on Sunday evening for pizza.
Vicent Baker and Angie Baker visited LuAutry Malone, recently.
Barbara Vanatta visited Linda Ferrell on Thursday, and they went shopping.
This week during my musing, I thought about picking strawberries and taking them to the Conger Brothers’ warehouse in Smithville on East Main Street at bottom of the hill.  We always worked hard at whatever we did; whether in tobacco or strawberries.
However, I remember that picking strawberries was kind of back-breaking from all the stooping, bending and having to get on my knees.  Once I really became tired, I’d sit between the rows and scoot.  I can tell you right now.  A day’s work was really a day’s work.
But all of that work had its reward.  Of course, we earned a living by sharecropping with Herbert Vickers, knowing that those berries would be turned into cash at the end of the day.  Also, there were many times when Ralph and I would go with J.D. to deliver the berries to the warehouse.
On those days, we made a habit of stopping at the Sunrise Grill for a special treat of soft-serve ice cream, which seemed to make those tired and sore muscles disappear. Of course we never forgot what was going to be ahead. Once we were back at home, cows had to be milked.  Supper had to be cooked.  The day was far from being over.
As I sit here and think about those days, I can honestly say that if the Lord gave me those years to live over, I would not make many changes. Those times and the memories will always be precious to me.  After all, the Lord never promised anyone a life without hard work.  I’m thankful.