Thursday, January 5, 2006
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News
Lillian Cargill has photograph published in magazine
The members of FBC, Mt. Pleasant, observed the Lord’s Supper, on New Year’s Eve, at 5 p.m.
Graveside services were held for Vollette Heaten at Memorial Park, in Memphis, on Wednesday, December 28. Bro. Ken Guffey officiated. Several from the community attended the services. Love and sympathy are expressed to her family.
Richard Langston, Phillip Teel and Leroy Thompson were all released from the hospital in time to spend Christmas at home. This was an answer to prayers.
I had my Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve at 5 p.m. A host of relatives attended. Before we opened gifts Rev. Arnold Goode read the Christmas story. My grandson, Paul Goode, read a poem, “My First Christmas in Heaven,” in memory of Campbell. The poem was sent to me by Cheryl Mitchell.
Barbara Ellis had all of her family home for the Christmas holidays.
Renee Mills and Earl Floyd were married on December 18. Congratulations to them.
Congratulations to Lillian Cargill for having a photograph published this month in the Country Woman Magazine.
As a girl growing up we were always glad to hear Mama say she was baking a cake. We kids would always start to yell that we were licking the bowl. Before Mama could get the cake batter into the pan we were grabbing spoons ready to dive in; when we were finished with the bowl it looked like it had been licked clean. Not a drop of batter remained.
I remember that my children did the same. I would always leave a little of the batter in the bowl on purpose. There was always an argument on who was going to get to clean the bowl of its batter. They always got the batter on their fingers while trying to spoon it out.
One Sunday I remember having made two pies. After Sunday dinner and Sunday supper there was only one piece of pie left. After returning from church on Sunday evening my son and daughter both jumped out of the truck and ran towards the house. There was no question they were both thinking of that last piece of pie. My son got to the door first. As he opened the door he hit his sister in the nose. While she was crying and rubbing her nose he ate that last piece of pie.
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