Bro. Mike Clayborn preached at New Home Baptist Church Sunday morning. They went to the creek at Blue Springs after church and had the baptism. One joined the church.
Don and Treba Hawkins and Trent and Amber Hawkins spent the weekend in Indiana.
Congratulations to Quenton Caplinger whose name was drawn on the WJLE birthday club on Aug. 23 for two strawberry short cakes.
Rebecca Ervin and Jewell Wiser visited Jeanette Redmon Wednesday.
Belated birthday wishes to Paul Close and his grandson Caden Close. They celebrated on Aug. 27. I wish for them to have many more.
Visitors of Betty Wilson were Betty Byford, JoAnn Pittman, Rebecca Ervin, Sue Arnold and Faye Adkins.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Luther Martin. He passed away recently in Murfreesboro. He was a DeKalb County native.
Visitors of Barbara Self were Carl and Frances McBride, Barbara Burton and Mary McKenzie.
Curleen Preston and Mary Lou Cantrell Lawson visited Martha Snow.
Wanda Tramel of Crossville spent Friday and Saturday night with Lu Autry Malone. Lunch guests of Lu Autry on Sunday were Randy, Natasha and Ellie Vaughn, Drake and Amanda Vaughn, Wanda Tramel and Miles Malone.
Guests for lunch on Sunday of Barbara Vanatta were Jeff and Jaylene and Rawlin Vanatta and Mr. and Mrs. Robert Taylor.
Dianne Smith of Watertown visited her mother Betty Joe Cantrell in Snow Hill Sunday.
I have been a little sentimental this week while thinking about my daddy who passed away in 1936 when I was almost 10 years old. Of course we were sharecrop farmers and barely got by, but as I look back now, we had plenty to eat, clothes to wear and a roof over our heads.
I remember when we lived on Toad Road and Daddy got permission from Will Hall Windham to use part of his farm for growing corn and peas.  Mr. Windham didn’t charge us anything. He just let us use the land for keeping it cleared of bushes and weeds.
Daddy had my brother, W.B., and me replanting some corn and peas where the first plants had failed to come up. Well, being children and a little lazy, we decided to do something when Daddy left us alone. Instead of walking along every row and replanting corn and peas, W.B. and I decided to dig a hole and drop all of the seeds from our buckets into it, thinking that our secret would never be known.
You can imagine what Daddy said when he saw the young corn and pea plants spring from the ground a few weeks later. He swatted us and made us promise to never pull a trick like that again.
My daddy loved to read. I guess I got my love for reading from him. One evening while sitting by the kerosene lamp, Daddy was helping me get my homework. He explained how to find the answer to the problem. I just listened instead of writing anything. He gave me a stern look, then I got busy writing down what he said.
When Daddy was near death, he was lying on a little cot.  W.B. went into the bedroom to see him and was told to be a good boy.  Daddy knew that he would soon be passing away. When I went in to see him, he couldn’t say a word, just looked up with tears in his eyes.
I will remember that forever, but I believe that I will see Daddy again and there will be no tears or pain.