A gift tea in honor of Lindsy Ervin, bride-elect of Ryan Winfree, was held Sunday afternoon in the fellowship hall at New Home Baptist Church. They got a lot of nice and useful gifts.
Guests of Curleen Preston for lunch and who spent the afternoon with her who Martha Snow, Doris and Joann Campbell and Beulah May Smith. The lunch was in honor of Martha Snow’s birthday, which was a short while ago.
Debbie Gregory of West Maryland visited Martha Snow Thursday. Gracie Bratcher visited Sunday.
Ruth Sutton went to Dr. Michael Bell a dermatologist in Murfreesboro, last Wednesday. Her condition is better.
Valerie Mears and Bridgett Atnip and baby visited Mabel Pack Friday.
Mary Jane and Billy Hooper and Sue Cook were dinner guests of Johnnie Ruth Hunt Sunday.
Mark Hermon spent a few days with Jack and Brenda Herman.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Nell Raymond in her unexpected death.
Get-well wishes are extended to Edith Evans. She has been a patient in DeKalb Community Hospital.
Norman and Wilma Joe Pedigo visited Ruth Sutton Sunday evening.
Mary McKenzie visited Barbara Self recently.
Recent visitors of Lu Autry Malone were Wanda Tramel and Joyce Wright, who spent Friday and Saturday night; Jorden and Sabrina Melton spent Tuesday night; Randy, Natasha and Ellie Vaughn and Wanda Tramel were her guests on Sunday for lunch; and Bro. Sam Odom visited earlier on Sunday.
Cody Hawkins preached at Mt. Pisgah Free Will Baptist Church.
Don and Treba Hawkins, Trent Hawkins and Shane Miller spent the weekend in Owensburg, Ky., and attended the Vintage Camper Rally.
Shane and Cloie Miller were guest with Treba and Don Hawkins Monday evening for supper.
I’ve noticed that the trees are full of leaves, flowers are blooming and the grass is growing again in my yard. We’re into springtime.
Being farmers, we always had plenty of work to do no matter the season, but springtime was a reminder that busy days were ahead. I tried public works at the Smithville shirt factory, but making production made me a nervous wreck. So I asked my husband, J.D., how he would feel about me working with him on the farm instead.
He agreed that he could use the help and that I would be as valuable there as I would be getting a paycheck from the shirt factory. That was all I needed to make my decision. I never went back.
When working in the fields, we always shared a community water jug. We would take a gallon jug of ice water each day, place it under a shade tree, and then while resting, would take a drink. 
We thought nothing about drinking after each other while putting the jug to our mouth; only thinking that the cool water was refreshing. Sometimes there might be up to 12 people drinking from the same jug.
Also, our home, like most on New Home Road, included a single water bucket on a table in the kitchen with only one dipper. We had no running water back then, so the water was drawn from our hand dug well and then poured into the house bucket.
I remember one day when a salesman came to our house. It was a very hot day and after a short time, he asked for a drink of water. He probably did not realize that we only had the one bucket and one dipper.
He looked a little puzzled when I brought the bucket from the kitchen to where he was sitting on the front porch. He slowly took the dipper and placed his lips near where the handle met the cup.
My son, Ralph, told him that he drank from the same spot on the dipper where his Granny Vaughn drank when she came to see us. I don’t believe he asked for another drink of water before leaving.