I got a special blessing this week through a letter from Werdna Moss in Dickson. She was answering a letter from me.
It pleased me that she began her letter by writing, “I got a treasure (your letter) which was a sweet surprise; just what I needed. So very happy to hear from you.” I wish that Werdna lived closer where she could visit me.
Thelma Evans and granddaughter visited Ruth Sutton recently.
Faye Adkins visited Izenna Griffith Monday.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited Martha Snow Tuesday and took her to town for groceries and medicine.
Johnnie Ruth Hunt visited Mary Jane and Billie Hooper Thursday.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Lou Redmon in her death. She was a good neighbor to me at one time and always a good friend.
I was glad to hear David H. Redmon was able to be brought from Cookeville General Hospital to his mother Lou Redmon’s funeral Sunday.
Marie Walls celebrated her birthday on Saturday. The following people spent the day with her: Ruby Thompson and Nadian Herrington of Prospect, Linda Neely and Aedra Kennedy of Alabama, and Mark and Karen Austin of Symrna.
Mr. and Mrs. J.D. Thibodeaux and daughter of Austin, Texas spent a few days with Betty Wilson and visited other relatives. They spent Thursday with Ralph and June Vaughn and left on Friday morning for Florida.
Visitors of Lou Autry Malone were Joyce Wright of Murfreesboro, Wanda Tramel of Crossville, and Ellie Vaughn of Alexandria spent Friday night and Saturday.
Lou Autry Malone, Jeff and Jaylene Vanatta ate at the Mexican restaurant Sunday after church. Peggy Agee visited also.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Mary Pinegar in her passing away. She was a long-time friend. There are so many deaths. I don’t have them all down. But I think of them all.
Sympathy to the Sammy Ed Malone family and Roy Hale’s family in their passing.
My son and daughter in law get my groceries and medicines when they come over from Murfreesboro.  I am careful to make a list for them even though I guess they have trouble reading my writing sometimes.  Ralph always checks to make sure he knows exactly what I want.
He will ask what I mean by “sweet milk.” I sometimes want buttermilk and sometimes “sweet milk.”  That should be simple enough for anyone to understand.
Anyway, thinking about my grocery list made me remember when I was a little girl and how Mama would send my brother, W.B., and me to shop for groceries. We either met our peddler, Clifford Johnson or went to Wilson Amonett's little grocery store in the Wright Hollow near Dale Ridge. We had to remember everything that Mama needed because she never wrote anything down on paper.
We would trade chickens or eggs to get what we needed.  One day we headed out to Mr. Amonett's store to buy what Mama told us.  She had loaded us down with eggs to trade.  When we got there, neither of us could remember what she had said.
Mr. Amonett said that we had 30 cents worth of eggs.  So, we told him to give us 10 cents in coffee, 10 cents in sugar and 10 cents in salt. I can almost see him right now scooping the sugar, coffee and salt and putting each item into a separate brown paper sack on his scales.
When we got back home, Mama gave us a good scolding for not getting anything that she needed.  She didn't whip us because I guess she had to admit that part of the fault was not making a grocery list for us.