Phil George visited Barbara Self and brought pictures of their families to show her.
Joyce Wright of Murfreesboro visited Lu Autry Malone and spent Friday night. Wanda Tramel of Crossville spent Saturday night with Lu Autry.
Mr. and Mrs. Don Hawkins celebrated their wedding anniversary April 14. I hope they have many more.
Jewell Wiser visited Rebecca Ervin Wednesday evening.
Bro. Tommie Davis preached at New Home Baptist Church Sunday morning and night.
Faye Adkins, JoAnn Pittman, Ralph and June Vaughn and Sue Arnold visited Betty Wilson last week.
Earlene Olsen and Linda Poss visited Marie Walls Sunday afternoon.
Christine Arnold visited Ruth Sutton Sunday.
I got an interesting phone call from Phyllis Sandlin. Her daughter is trying to run out the information on the White family generations. Since I am kin to the White’s, she thought I might know some facts. I really enjoyed talking to her, but was sorry to say that I couldn’t help her. My grandfather came here as a young boy and married my grandmother and kept his past a secret.
Ann Stephens spent a few days with Dianne and Danny Evans. She helped Diane celebrate her birthday April 12.
Louise Jones and Virginia Jones went to the market in Crossville Sunday.
Sorry to hear of the death of Louise Dodd. She died in Colorado and was brought back here to be buried in DeKalb Memorial Gardens beside her husband Grady Dodd. She was well-known here.
Mary Jane Hooper and Sue Cook and Johnnie Ruth Hunt attended the Black Wood Brothers singing Saturday evening at the high school in McMinnville.
Get-well wishes are sent to Peggy Caldwell. She had knee replacement in Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville. She is now at home and recovering nicely.
Sunday dinner guest of Lu Autry Malone were Randy, Natasha and Ellie Vaughn of Alexandria. Larry and Wanda Tramel of Crossville, Jeff and Jaylene Vanatta, Rawlin and Jessie Vanatta, Miles Malone and Betty Hoover.
There is no way that I would want to drive a car at my age and with all of my aches and pains. The truth is that I never learned to drive, although I sometimes would drive our pickup back years ago on the farm to help put out hay for the cows.
I think often about how my life would have been if I had learned to drive a car. After my husband passed away, I totally depended on family and friends to take me to church, the doctor or shopping. Now-a-days, my son and daughter-in-law take care of those things.
When my husband, J.D., and I got married in 1946, he had a used car but soon traded it for two mules so we could begin farming. He said that the mules were more important than the car. Then in the early 1950s we bought a used pickup.
Before we got the pickup, Leota Holder, one of our neighbors, was learning to drive. She asked me one day to go with her to the grocery store.
She had watched her husband enough to remember how to start the car and how to use the clutch and to shift gears. I had doubts about riding with her but agreed. The car bucked and jumped along the gravel road but we finally got there.
Well, we made it back home without getting any broken bones or a dent on the car fender. But I confess to being a nervous wreck. I had silently promised the Lord that if He would protect us from harm I would never put my life in Leota’s hands again.