Bible School has gone on this week at Mt. Herman Baptist Church with good attendance.
I’ve been listening to the Mt. Pisgah Free Will Baptist Church program on WJLE on Sunday afternoon and I really enjoy Bro. Branonn’s message and the good singing.
Get-well wishes go to Thomas Miller. He is recuperating from surgery at his home now; he had been in Nashville.
Visitors of Lu Autry Malone were Wanda Tramel and Ellie Vaughn spent, who from Saturday until Thursday. Joyce Wright, Joyclene, Madelyn and Siles Weems visited and they ate at the White Possum Grill Saturday. Then on Sunday, Jeff, Jaylene, Rawlin and Jessie Vanatta were guests for lunch after church.
Shane and Michelle Walker visited Billie Simpson recently.
Billie Simpson visited Anita and Cloie Braswell Saturday.
Congratulations to Janell Pugh whose name was drawn on WJLE for birthday club for roses from DeKalb Florist on Monday.
Dan Rogers visited Nell Young at Dibrell recently.
Jewell Wiser and Katie Phillips visited Rebecca Ervin Thursday.
Carl and Frances McBride and Mary McKenzie visited Barbara Self recently.
Linda Ferrell attended the gospel singing and supper Saturday evening at Covenant Baptist Church.
Bro. Thurman Seber preached at New Home Baptist Church Sunday. We were proud to have him and Mrs. Laura. She is recovering from a light stroke and we are so glad she is better.
Vistitors of Betty Wilson were Ralph and June Vaughn, Faye Adkins, Arason, Linn and Rebecca Ervin, Joann Pittman and Douglas Ervin.
I have written before how family and neighbors came to our rescue after Daddy died in 1936 and Mama got the fever and was almost on her death bed. While it was hard for me as a little girl to understand everything, I knew that something bad would happen if God did not heal Mama.
Different ones volunteered to take my brother, W.B., my sister, Ruby, and me to live with them because everyone was expecting the worst. Mama was determined that she would be healed and that she could keep the family together.
The Lord used the hands and mind of a young doctor who had just moved to Smithville. Dr. John L. VanHooser came to our house faithfully many times during those dark days.
While thinking this week about the seriousness of that story, I also thought about something funny. Years ago there were several gristmills in DeKalb County where people would take their shelled corn to be turned into cornmeal.
This story was one that involved my uncle Robert Cantrell, which happened long before I was born. As a young boy, Uncle Robert was told by his daddy, Berry Cantrell, to take corn to a mill located at Snow Hill.
It should have been easy to do; take the family horse, deliver the corn to the mill, and get it ground and then return home.
When Uncle Robert got to the mill, some children were running and playing. He hitched the horse to a tree and began playing with the others while totally forgetting about why he was there. He lost track of the time.
When the sun began to set, Uncle Robert told his playmates that he had better head home to help with the family chores, still not thinking about why he had been sent to the mill.
As he rode into the barnyard, he remembered the sack of corn left under the shade tree where he had hitched the horse. He thought about telling his daddy that the mill broke down and he would have to go back the next day. Another thought was that the sack of meal had apparently fallen from the horse and was somewhere along the road.
Finally he admitted the truth. He was given a good scolding along with a good dusting of his behind. Uncle Robert was sent back to the mill the next day still stinging from being embarrassed and from his whooping.
New Home News
Going to the gristmill