Congratulations to Barbara Hibdon. Her name was drawn on WJLE birthday club for a fudge cake from Bumpers on July 14.
Revival service ended on Saturday night at New Home Baptist Church. There was a large crowd each night with a guest spiritual service.
Anthony, Jamie, Seth and Cole Wright spent a few days of vacation in Gatlinburg.
Debbie Gaither of Smyrna visited her mother, Queda Ferrell on Monday.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited his mother, Martha Snow, on Saturday.
Get-well wishes are extended to Ethel Arnold. She spent a few days in DeKalb Community Hospital.
Wilma Joe Pedigo visited Ruth Sutton Monday.
Spencer Stanfield celebrated his birthday on July 14 with family and friends.
Linda Ferrell attended a birthday party for eight-year-old Zack Martin on Saturday at the home of Pricella Dyers. There were 20 present in all and they had a good time.
Linda Ferrell attended a cook-out on Sunday at the home of Gary and Jean Dyer. All enjoyed the good fellowship.
Recent visitors of Betty Wilson were Betty Byford, Faye Adkins, Jo Ann Pittman, Rebecca Ervin, Douglas Ervin and Paul, Richard, Caden and Conner Close.
Visitors of Marie Walls were Steve, Susan and Kimberly Walls of Gulf Port, Miss., and Earlene Olsen.
Mt. Herman Baptist Church had homecoming on Sunday with Bro. Elmer Ellis Jr. bringing a good message and good singing in the afternoon.
For about three months, I have watched a squirrel play outside my window each morning. It has become entertaining to see him run through the yard, climb a tree, then go back to the ground to run around in circles chasing his tail. He also runs across the road and climbs a tree at my neighbor, Clara May Hawkins’ house.
Seeing the squirrel reminded me of when I was a young girl. Like most children, my brother, sister and I had pets; everything from dogs, cats, and chickens and once a squirrel. It always broke our hearts if something bad happened to any of them. 
When that happened, we held a funeral service and buried them in a special place at a nearby field. I remember one time when two cousins, Jo Dean White Redmon and Robbie Jewell White Tate, were at our house.
I don’t recall if it was a baby chicken or a bird that had died. But we decided to have a funeral service.
We put the little thing in a box and took turns going up to pay our respect and, of course, we cried all the time. Mama heard us and sneaked up crying at the top of her lungs. We were almost scared to death not knowing what was going on.
As best as I can remember, that day ended our funeral services for pets.