Gladys Curtis, the mother of my daughter-in-law, June Vaughn, has moved into assisted living in Murfreesboro. Many of my readers will remember that Gladys ran a beauty shop in Smithville for several years. Gladys is well pleased in her new home.
June also told me about Grace Close of Alexandria recently celebrating her 99th birthday. Miss Grace is a wonderful lady.
Douglas, Barbara Ann and Hayden Ervin spent the weekend in Chattanooga where Hayden played golf in the tournament. It was canceled due to rain. It is rescheduled for Wednesday.
Visitors of Ruth Sutton on Tuesday were Jo Dean Dirting and Ann Miller.
Dianne Smith of Watertown visited her mother Betty Joe Cantrell on Sunday. Betty Joe visited her sister Helen Self on Tuesday.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Joann Moore in her passing. She was a nice and friendly lady.
Get-well wishes are extended to Brenda Tramel. She was injured in a car accident on McMinnville Highway and was flown to Vanderbilt Hospital. She works in the office at Family Medical Center. She is a very kind person that is always ready to help everyone.
Irene Kocsis and Barbara Self visited Foster and Ina Jim Moore, Bratten and Anna Turner of Lebanon and Peggy and John Caldwell on Mill Hill Road. Irene went home to Florida on Saturday after two weeks of visiting Barbara Self.
Valerie Mears visited Mable and Robin Pack Saturday.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Virginia Atnip in her death.
Jeff and Jaylene Vanatta and Rawlin and Jessie Vanatta were lunch guest of Lou Autry Malone on Sunday after church.
Recent visitors of Bettty Wilson were Ralph and June Vaughn of Murfreeboro, Brenda, Kevin and Asher Herman, Beverly Ferrell, Faye Adkins, JoAnn Pittman and Rebecca Ervin.
Cindy Vaughn celebrated a birthday Oct. 2. I hope she has many more.
I was thinking this week about some interesting stories that I remembered. I’ve written before about my Pappy White. Most people would say that he was a little on the strange side. He just kind of showed up in DeKalb County one day from out of nowhere; never talked about his past. 
We never learned about his growing up years; whether he was a former cattle rustler from Texas, a moonshiner from Mississippi, or whatever.
Pappy got a job helping a family on their farm who paid him a little money along with lodging. Later he met and married a young lady who would become my grandmother. In the early years of their marriage, he was a rambling man, enjoying partying and such things.
There was a party going on one night in Smithville, but Pappy was not invited. Well, he thought that he would just invite himself. When he went to the front door, the homeowner turned him away. Not to be outdone, Pappy went back home, got a string of hot peppers, returned to the house in Smithville, climbed up on the roof, dropped the peppers down the chimney into the fire, and then covered the opening.
Well you can imagine what happened next. The party folks began coughing. Before they could get out of the house for fresh air, Pappy made his getaway and no one ever knew who the culprit was.
Another story that comes to mind is about a lady I knew who told about when she was a young woman and courting a man she really liked. One day they were taking a Sunday afternoon drive in a horse-drawn buggy. For some strange reason, the horse became spooked, reared up and starting running fast. The man could not get the horse to stop, so he simply jumped from the buggy and left my lady friend inside.
Finally the buggy flipped and threw my friend out. She got a broken arm and I guess a broken heart because she really liked the man. But his lack of character turned her against him.