Treba Hawkins attended the baby shower honoring Abbie Bates on Jan. 12 at the Smithville Church of God Fellowship Hall. She received several nice and useful gifts for the expected twins.
Treba Hawkins also attended the birthday party for two-year-old Cloie May Miller that evening at the Indian Creek Baptist Church Fellowship Hall. She received some nice gifts and cards. Everyone had a good time.
Recent visitors of Lu Autry Malone were Joyce Wright who spent Friday night. They went to the White Possum Grill for supper. Other visitors were Boyd and Linda Trapp and Jorden and Suprena Melton.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Charlie Bernice Hendrixson in his death.
Jorden and Suprena Melton visited his grandmother Corrina Melton.
Faye Adkins visited Clara May Hawkins and Betty Wilson Monday evening.
Marie Walls visited Dean and Connie Neely Saturday where other family members gathered to help Dean celebrate his birthday.
Johnnie Hunt and Sue Cook spent Monday morning through Tuesday evening in Pigeon Forge recently.
Faye Adkins visited her cousin Izena Griffith Wednesday. She took lunch so they could eat together. Faye was a dinner guest of her sister, Cordie Davis, and family that evening.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited his mother Martha Snow Friday.
Valerie Mears of Warren County visited her mother Mabel Pack Saturday. They went out and ate lunch, and after visited Pam Atnip. Pam is at home after spending some time in NHC.
Rubbie and Ronnie Carter visited Gari Carter in Vanderbilt Hospital on Sunday. Get-well wishes are sent to Gari.
JoAnn Pittman had surgery on her hand in Sparta Hospital on Thursday. She will be out of work for a while.
I would like to say hello to Mr. Ben Herman, the greeter at Walmart.
I recently wrote about a mule that we owned when I was a little girl. We called him "Old Crip" because he was crippled. Daddy only paid $10 for him and he was not able to plow or do other jobs on the farm. He basically was a pet.
Well, I thought about another funny story concerning our mule. One day, Mama asked my brother, W.B., to ride Old Crip to meet the peddler, which was about a mile from where we lived.
Old Crip was sometimes unpredictable. He liked to wallow on the ground and without warning, would simply lie down and begin wallowing.
Mama told W.B., who was 10 years old at the time, to take a dozen chickens to the peddler and trade them for items we needed.  Mama had the chickens’ legs tied where W.B. could better handle them. Well, he was off to meet the peddler when Old Crip decided to lie down and begin wallowing.
W.B. was quick to jump from his back but not in time to get the chickens out of the way. Some were crushed, and the others had broken legs. W.B. came back home leading Old Crip and toting the string of dead chickens. He was sobbing as he told Mama what had happened.
One good thing from that bad situation was that we had fried chicken for every meal for about a week. Also, I think that it is interesting that Old Crip died on the same day that Daddy passed away in 1936.