Jewell Wiser visited Rebecca Ervin Thursday. They visited Jeanette Redmon and Pam Page.
Get-well wishes to Larry Daw, who had surgery in St. Thomas Hospital in Nashville on Friday.
Get-well wishes to Lucy Young who has been a patient in DeKalb Community Hospital.
They are both members of New Home Baptist Church and are missed. I hope they will soon be better.
Visitors of Ruth Sutton were Tonya Hattaway and Christine Arnold.
Mabel Pack and Carlon and Jeanette Mabe attended the Keith Cemetery Decoration on Mother’s Day. There were several that came. Donations were being taken for the up-keep of the cemetery. Anyone that would like to make a donation can send it to Ricky Arnold, 352 R. Arnold Road, Smithville, TN 37166.
Shirley Prater and Hollie Pack visited Mabel Pack recently.
Ralph and June Vaughn visited me for Mother’s Day. They got a catfish dinner from Kilgore’s Restuarant for all of us to enjoy together at my home. I had a good day. Thanks to the ones who sent me cards, called me or gave me gifts. Visitors were Faye Adkins, Rebecca Ervin, Douglas Ervin and JoAnn Pittman.
Jerry and Linda Snow of Nashville visited his mother Martha Snow for Mother’s Day and brought a fish dinner to share and a gift.
Lu Autry Malone celebrated Mother’s Day by going to Gatlinburg Saturday and staying until Sunday afternoon. Going with her were Wanda Tramel, Joyce Wright, Jaylene Vanatta and Rita Robinson. This trip was an expence-paid trip from her children.
Randy, Natasha and  Elllie Vaughn were guests of his mother Betty Sue Vaughn on Mother’s Day.
Faye Adkins was the lunch guest of Regina Daw on Monday.
Dianne Evans visited Betty Wilson Monday afternoon.
Congratulations to Emily Anderson. She graduated from Tennessee Tech in Cookeville Friday.
Here we are in the middle of springtime. I have so many memories from over the years about springtime, especially when I went blackberry picking. 
Mama and I would start out early in the morning while it was still cool and go tromping through briars to find the ripe berries. Well, any person should know that you would not wear your Sunday clothes to go blackberry picking.
Mama and I wore some old ragged clothes that covered our arms and legs. I would usually wear a flop straw hat while Mama wore her bonnet.
One day after filling our buckets, we headed back home toting our blackberries. Mama said that she saw a car coming down the road. I told her to slow down because I did not want anyone to see us looking the way we were.
It was our mailman, Mr. A.P. Conger, who saw us, waved, and stopped his car. I was embarrassed because I had planned for no one to see me in my garb.
At first I thought that maybe he had a package that was too large to fit into our mailbox. Instead he asked about our blackberries and if we would sell some to him. We agreed.
Some of my older readers will remember picking blackberries and how you would always keep an eye out for snakes.