Bro. Mike Clayborn preached at New Home Baptist Church, Sunday morning and night, in Bro. Josh Hale’s absence.
Billy and Mary Jane Hooper and Sue Cook were Sunday dinner guest of Johnnie Ruth Hunt.
Faye Adkins visited Nicole Cripps and Frankie Taylor Sunday afternoon.
Peggy Caldwell and Barbara Self went shopping in Cookeville. They ate at Zaxby’s. Visiting Barbara Self on Saturday were Angie Farris and Frances McBride.
Harold and Barbara Burton and Barbara Self ate at Kilgore’s Restuarant, Thursday, after getting their hair fixed at Barbara’s Beauty Shop.
Visiting Betty Wilson recently were Ralph and June Vaughn of Murfreesboro. Rebecca Ervin and JoAnn Pittman.
Jewell Wiser visited Rebecca Ervin, Friday.
Valerie Mears visited her mother, Mabel Pack, Saturday.
Ruth Sutton has returned home after a long stay in DeKalb Community Hospital.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited Martha Snow, Tuesday. She got a lot of damage around her home on Monday from the storm.
Belated happy birthday to Douglas Erivn and his daughter, Lindsy Ervin celebrated April 6.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Helen Foutch Russell in her passing away.
Visitors of Kim and Mark Violet and family were Donna Mathis, Sonny Stults, Hayden and Lindsy Ervin.
Caleb Stanley visited Hayden Ervin and attended church at New Home, Sunday.
Jason Judkins visited Spencer Stanfield, Sunday.
I think anyone would agree.  Life has happy times, and then there are some times that are really scary.  One that I can almost see right now is when we lived on Claude Cantrell’s farm on Jacobs Pillar Road in the early 1950s.
My husband – J.D. – would take our shelled corn to Ed Johnson’s store on Short Mountain Road to get it ground into corn meal.  Well, there was one day when J.D. and I were busy shelling corn.  Ralph, who was about four-years-old, was playing on the floor and running his hands through the grains of corn as we shelled them into a tub.
Unbeknownst to us, Ralph put a grain of corn in one of his nostrils.  The day ended without us knowing about it.   But then on the following day, Ralph began rubbing his nose and crying.  The nostril was swollen.
We could not imagine what was wrong.  Ralph said he could not breathe well.  J.D. took him into his lap and examined his nose.  He suspected what had happened, and told Ralph that he better tell the truth.  Ralph admitted it, but could not explain why he pulled such a trick.
J.D. took a hair pin and worked and worked and worked while Ralph was crying.  Finally, the grain was dislodged as Ralph’s nose began to bleed.
I don’t remember if Ralph got a whipping; probably not, because we were so glad that he would be OK.  Why on earth he did that, I will never know.  Even today, he does not remember what he was thinking at that time.