Steve Hibdon of Gallatin and Judy Hibdon of Lebanon visited Clara May Hawkins, Sunday evening. They had been to the decoration at Banks Cemetery, where their late parents are buried. They said there were a large crowd there.
Get well wishes are extended to Louise Frazier. She has been a patient in DeKalb Community Hospital.
Mr. and Mrs. Bobby Self and four children from Oklahoma City spent a few days with Barbara Self, and another grandson, Zachery Self of Nashville, spent Thursday until Friday evening.
Visitors of Betty Wilson were Ralph and June Vaughn of Murfreesboro, Jerrell Tate, Jo Dean Redmon, Rebecca Ervin and JoAnn Pittman.
Kenneth Neal spent a day and night in DeKalb Community Hospital. He is better and back to work.
Wanda Tramel spent Saturday night with Lu Autry Malone and attended the homecoming at Memorial Baptist Church, Sunday. There was a lot of good singing, food and good attendance.
Bible school went on last week with good attendance each night at Mt Herman Baptist Church.
Get well wishes go to Earlene Olsen. She is recovering at home from surgery.
Recent visitors of Rebecca Ervin were Douglas and Barbara Ann Ervin, Hayden and Lindsy Ervin, Hunter, Nicole and Ryder Stanfield, Mark and Kim Violet, Spencer Stanfield, and Jimmy Cantrell.
The following met at the Cracker Barrel Resturant in Murfreesboro, recently, to help Linda Nelly celebrate her birthday: Marie Walls, Dean and Connie Neely, Mark and Karen Austin, Lila Rector, Kathy Norman, Ruby Thompson, Nadean Harrison, Joe and Kathy Rector, Mark Holliman and Linda Neely. This family enjoyed being together.
Linda Nelly and Mark Holliman spent Friday night and Saturday night with Marie Walls.
This week while I was musing, I remembered something that is now humorous, but was not at the time.  It was back in the early 1950s when we lived on Alden Cantrell’s farm on Jacob’s Pillar Road. 
Of course, we didn’t have much money.  I would trade chickens and eggs to our peddler for items that we could not grow in the garden such as sugar, flour, salt, and coffee.  Sometimes I also bought fabric for my sewing projects.
I remember that Horace Bratcher was our peddler.  For the young people who are reading this article and not familiar with a peddler, he was a rolling store that was like a small supermarket on wheels.
Well, one day I was watching for the peddler and had a basket of eggs; probably four dozen.  I also had six chickens that I was going to trade.
My son, Ralph, wanted to help me.  Somehow, he stumbled, fell, and stepped into the basket crushing every egg. 
I appreciated him wanting to help me, but I was also heartbroken.  Those eggs were like money to us.  There was really nothing I could do except admit to myself that “what it was…was what it was” and that I could not change the situation although I felt like crying. 
Without the eggs, I could not afford to purchase everything that I needed, but Mr. Bratcher let me charge the balance until the following week.
 I have a question. 
Would your favorite supermarket let you do that today?