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Carey
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News Billy McClure celebrates birthday Judy Finley will lead in a Woman’s Bible study workshop entitled “Ministering to Myself”. On Saturday, May 20, from 10 a.m.-4 p.m., at the First Baptist Church, Mt. Pleasant. Carey Chapel Baptist will celebrate the seventh year of ministry of their pastor and wife, O.E. and Melba Langner, on Sunday, May 21, after the evening service. On May 5, Billy McClure celebrated his birthday at his home along with his family. The family enjoyed cake and all the birthday trimmings. God bless you on you special day. I hope you have many more. Fred, Charlotte and Jeff Brown visited relatives while on vacation in Chicago recently. Howard and Carol Gardner are having an addition built on their house. Ailee Coopwood and I attended the birthday party for Hannah Styers, in Millington, Tenn. on Saturday, May 13. Hannah was 4 years old and is the daughter of Troy and Christy Styers. Someday soon I would love to visit the old home place where I grew up. But, you know how it is this day and time. People don’t like you on their property. Beautiful homes are built on those hills where I played and worked by the sweat of my brow. I know it won’t look the same, but I would still like to go back just to look and reminisce. In my mind I can still picture the house. There was an orchard with all sorts of fruit trees. I can still see the pig lot and the big yard where we kids had so much fun. There was a pond where I went fishing and a garden behind the barn. I can still see the cistern Daddy dug by hand. When Daddy was down in the bottom of the cistern digging I was brave enough to pour water down on his head. I can remember that whipping I got, too. I remember the cotton and corn fields. I remember the watermelon patch where one day I stole one of Daddy’s biggest watermelons. Daddy couldn’t figure out what happened to that melon and I wasn’t about to tell him. It sure was good on that hot summer day. I remember there was a five acre field that we called the “old flat.” There was a spring where we walked to for water. We carried many buckets of water to the house. One of the best memories I have is the path that led to Grandma’s house. Everything is gone. But, as long as I live no one can ever take these memories away from me. Report News:
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