Congratulations to Hunter and Nicole Stanfield on the arrival of a baby son born on Dec. 8 at River Park Hospital, McMinnville. He weighed 7 lbs. 9 oz. and was 20 inches long and named Cooper Ervin Stanfield. He has a brother Ryder Mac.
Marie Walls visited Dean and Connie Neely in Tullahoma recently.
Get-well wishes are sent to Hallie Max Agiee. She spent a few days in DeKalb Community Hospital with a blood clot.
Jimmy Greenway of Donelson passed away and was buried there. His wife is the former Janie Miller a DeKalb County native and has many relatives here.
Seth and Jamie Wright and Queda Ferrell went to Woodbury Funeral home on Wednesday to see a relative Betty Witty and be with her family.
Brenda and Mark Herman and Beverly and McKala Ferrell and Faye Adkins visited Clara May Hawkins. Her children spent the night with her. They are good to her and she has lots of company. Others visitors were Trent Hawkins, Chase Ferrell and Daniel Hibdon of Gallatin.
Mark Violet visited his children in Lawrenceburg during the weekend.
Adam Lawson visited Sue Arnold and helped put up her Christmas tree.
Get-well wishes to Douglas Neal. He had a heart attack and was flown to a hospital in Nashville Saturday.
Wanda Tramel of Crossville spent Saturday and Sunday night with Lue Autry Malone.
Jorden Melton returned home after spending three months with his dad Stan Melton and family in Chicago.
Lue Autry Malone and Wanda Tramel attended the Church of Christ in Murfreesboro Sunday where her grandson Nathan Wright is pastor. It was called friends and family does lunch was served at noon. They enjoyed the day.
Chinese Christmas was observed at the home of Charlie and Rita Robinson in Liberty Sunday night. There were around 30 present. Everyone had a good time.
I hope everyone has a merry and safe Christmas and a happy and good New Year!
With Christmas around the corner, I was thinking this week about how our family celebrated back in the 1920s and 1930s. As a little girl, I always was excited about what Santa would bring me although I knew that I should not expect much because we were poor.
Our tradition was that Daddy would get up first and get the fire going. He would stir the ashes first thing in the morning and kindle the fire and before long have a warm blaze going.
Sometimes I would wake before Daddy got out of bed, but I would stay quite as a mouse, anxious to see what Santa brought me overnight. Once the room was warm, W.B., Ruby and I would jump out of bed.
Sure enough, on the kitchen table would be some fruit left by Santa; usually an apple, an orange, a banana and sometimes a stick of peppermint candy. We always hoped that we were good enough during the year that the usual treats would be there instead of a switch which was supposed to go to a bad boy or girl. 
The truth is that I never got a switch, although I wondered about W.B. and Ruby because they would embarrass me sometimes. You see, I was a bashful girl. W.B. and Ruby would tease me about having a boyfriend, making my face turn red. To my surprise, neither one of them ever got a switch but got the same things as me. 
I realize that the times have changed and children receive more today. But I don’t think children today are any happier than I was on Christmas morning getting my fruit and peppermint candy.
I want to take this means to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.