Recent visitors of Mabel Pack were Shirley Prater and Hollie Pack and Andera Cantrell.
Get-well wishes to Haden Ervin. He broke his arm Wednesday. He had surgery in River Park Hospital in McMinnville and spent Wednesday night and came home Thursday.
Sympathy to the family of Jean Thomason, who passed away from a car wreck. Her husband Jonah had passed away two weeks prior. Funeral service and burial were Sunday.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited his mother Martha Snow Tuesday.
Treba Hawkins visited Audean and Ernest Pack at Jefferson Monday.
Caden Close has been sick with the flu. He was missed at Mt. Herman Baptist Church Sunday.
Faye Adkins visited Betty Wilson and Clara May Hawkins Sunday. Faye is so good to visit the sick and shut-ins, and always sends cards and makes phone calls.
Louise Jones and Virginia Jones went to McMinnville shopping Monday.
Wanda Tramel of Crossville spent Friday night with her mother Lou Autry Malone. They attended the Christmas parade Saturday evening. There was a large crowd in Smithville to see it, and it was pretty.
Anita and Chloe Braswell and Linda Judkins were supper guests with Billy Simpson Friday evening.
The late Herbert and Della Page family had a family reunion Sunday evening at the fellowship hall in Smithville City Hall. There were 30 something in attendance. There was plenty to eat and good fellowship.
Barbara Burton and Mary McKenzie visited Barbara Self.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited Martha Snow Tuesday.
Treba Hawkins visited Audean and Ernest Pack of Jefferson Monday.
Memorial Baptist Church had their Christmas program and supper Sunday evening.
At this time of the year, many of us remember the happy moments when we were children. Life seemed to be a little simpler back then. A story that comes to mind was when I was a little girl living in the Wright Hollow near Dale Ridge. My daddy had a crippled mule that we called “Old Crip.” He was not used for tending crops, just for simple jobs. And besides, Daddy farmed for Leslie Driver who had a team of mules for working the fields.
My brother, W.B. Cantrell, and I had an idea for making some money. We took Old Crip and let him pull a slide where we could go walnut hunting. We were going to use the money from the walnuts to shop with our peddler, Clifford Johnson, who lived on Lower Helton.
With W.B. holding the reins, we worked hard picking up walnuts. Then we found a “jackpot.”  There was a big pile of walnuts under a large tree. We thought it a little unusual that so many walnuts would have fallen from the tree into a neat pile, but oh well, nothing else entered our minds.
We scooped them up and put all the walnuts in our buckets and headed for the house in the slide. After hulling the walnuts and letting them dry, we sold them to our peddler, Mr. Johnson. I showed Mama how much money that I had earned, and then she told me an interesting story.
Uncle Charlie White had been by our house the day before and said that someone had stolen his walnuts. He had piled up a good number under a large tree and was puzzled about what had happened to them.
We never breathed a word about how we found our “jackpot.”