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Carey
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News Pancake breakfast planned for Sunday A pancake breakfast is planned for Sunday morning, September 3, at 8 a.m., at Carey Chapel Baptist Church. Beginning Sunday, September 3, Rose Marie Basten, will be the new pianist at Carey Chapel Baptist Church. Funeral services were held for Alice “Dixie” Bumpas at the Holly Springs Funeral Home Chapel on Wednesday, August 23. Dr. Ron Finley officiated. Burial was in the Union Cemetery in Kossuth. After the graveside service several went to the Dinner Bell, in Corinth, for dinner. A large crowd attended the Blue Grass Gospel singing at the United Methodist Church, in Mt. Pleasant, last Saturday night. Dot Langston is visiting her son Rick and family in Branson, Mo. while Rick is recuperating from surgery. On Sunday night, August 20, the children at First Baptist Church, Mt. Pleasant, presented a skit, “Noah and the Zoo Cruise.” They did a very good job. Emma Davis and Cherry Thompson were the directors. My grandson, Chris Winburn, from Hickory Flat, visited me on Thursday afternoon. Love and sympathy are expressed to the Boyd family in the death of Nancy’s Boyd’s mother. I Remember As I look back remembering the small farm where I grew up, my main thoughts are that even though we did not live in a fine house we lived like all the other poor folks did in those days. It was still home to me and it presented many precious memories. We lived in what was called a “dog-trot” house. There were two rooms and a side room. There was an open hallway between the rooms. One room was built of logs and the other one was built of planks. As the family grew Daddy added to the house. I have fond memories of the old smokehouse where good old country hams hung from nails, wrapped in cloth sacks, after they had been cured. The well house was another place in my memories. We would go out and draw a bucket of fresh cold water. It was especially refreshing when we came in hot and sweaty from the fields. The chicken house was special to us kids because we spent lots of time gathering eggs. We really enjoyed hunting for the eggs. I remember how happy we were when the hens began to lay a whole bunch of them. Mama would cook a big custard with a three-inch meringue on top. Sometimes she would cook a big sugar pudding in the iron skillet, served with one of her good cream sauces. It sure makes my mouth water today! Daddy’s tool shed and the barn both stood a good ways from the house. Now, we knew better than to prowl in the shed too often. He had given us strict orders to leave his stuff alone. We played in the barn hour after hour in the cow and mule stalls, climbing the partitions and playing “hide and seek”. The most fun of all was climbing up the ladder to the hay loft, rolling and frolicking in the hay. It was especially nice in the fall when the hay was fresh cut and smelling so good. Well, I must not leave out another building, the out-house. Who could forget running down the path on a cold frosty morning. I assure you we did our “business” in a hurry. Well, maybe we took a little more time in warm weather, particularly if it was around dish washing time. I remember in the spring time when the orchard was all pink and white with peach, pear, apple and plum blossoms. This was sure a beautiful time of year for me. You could see the many different kinds of bees and a host of lovely butterflies in every color of the rainbow fluttering about from one flower to the next. The birds would be singing. A mockingbird had built her nest outside my window in the apple tree. I would awaken in the night to hear her singing. I have often wondered how my daddy plowed those hillsides with his old mules to make a living on the farm. Making a living on a small farm today is a thing of the past. Times have really changed. I remember growing up on a farm was a delightful experience, full of joy and definitely a lot of hard work. I am happy to have been a part of it. Report News:
(662) 252-4261 or south@dixie-net.com
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