Douglas, Barbara Ann, Hayden Ervin and Spencer Stanfield went on vacation in St. Augustine, Fla., last week.
Lesa and Kelsie Merriman visited Linda Ferrell recently.
Sue Arnold visited her aunt, Elsie Campbell at NHC Saturday.
Visitors of Sue Arnold recently were Adam, Anna and Ali Lawson, Gracie Bratcher and Barbara Lawson.
New Home Baptist Church had a baptism Sunday after church. Bro. Mike Clayborn preached and did the baptizing.
Visitors of Spencer Stanfield were Seth Stanley, Hayden Ervin, Alex Hall and Cody Pucket.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville and Curleen Preston visited Martha Snow Saturday.
Linsey and Rebecca Ervin went to Murfreesboro to go shopping Saturday evening. Linsey spent the night with Rebecca.
Visitors of Betty Wilson were Faye Adkins, Betty Byford, Jo Dean Redmon, Rebecca Ervin, JoAnn Pittman, Dianne Evans and Sue Arnold.
Kenneth and Lucy Young spent the weekend in Texas. They took their granddaughter home. She spent two weeks with them.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Zach Ferrell in his tragic death.
JoAnn Pittman, Angie Meadows and Stephanie Rackley went to Madison last Saturday to Spring Hill Cemetery to the memorial service for R.J. Ervin.
Congratulations to Louise Frazier. Her name was drawn on WJLE birthday club on Monday for roses from DeKalb Florist. She is celebrating her 95 birthday. I always look forward to reading her column in the Review each week.
Treba Hawkins and sister, Judie spent Friday with their mother and her husband, Audean and Ernest Pack at Jefferson and made kraut.
Jeff and Jaylene Vanatta and Miles Malone were Sunday dinner guest of Lu Autry Malone.
I am so thankful for all my friends. We spend many hours of the day talking either on the telephone or sometimes one of them will drop by my house.  Right now, I’m thinking about Barbara Vanatta and Betty Cantrell.  They both live at Snow Hill.  Barbara attends the Baptist Church and Betty goes to the Methodist.
As a child, I attended both the Snow Baptist Church and Snow Hill Methodist. Those churches still have a special place in my heart. 
We would walk from Toad Road to the Baptist Church on Sunday morning, and then we’d head straight home to eat dinner.  Then we would attend afternoon services at the Methodist Church, which I believe began at 2 o’clock.
Each church had a bell, and was rung right before the service was to begin.  I remember that each one had its own special sound. 
Fallie Hill, one of my relatives, was one of few people in the neighborhood who had a car.   He went to the Baptist church, and whenever the weather was bad such as rain or storms, Fallie would make several trips to drive everyone home. 
I think that back then people were less concerned about time spent at church.  They sang, prayed, heard personal testimonies, and then listened to a sermon.  The preacher did not watch the clock. 
I remember one time when a preacher was holding a revival at the Baptist Church.  He said that he never preached by the hour, but instead he preached by the day.
Of course he was not totally serious, but his point was that whatever the Lord put on his heart, he would preach it and not try to make his sermon fit into a certain amount of time.
Sometimes I wish that life was more like it was when I was a child; seemingly less complicated.