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to Nowhere Memory lane again... In October, 1986, I didn’t know a single person in Holly Springs except Magnolia Harris and Steve Utley at the real estate firm where we bought our dream land. But, one of the first things I’d done when we moved to Laws Hill from Memphis, Tenn. was to subscribe to The South Reporter. So, that October when an ad ran looking for someone to type part-time, I was thrilled. Something I could do! Maybe I wouldn’t go insane living in Mississippi after all! I sent off my resume to the P.O. box number and was very happy when someone called and asked come I could to the office and “interview.” Since the only place I’d ever been in Holly Springs at that time was Big Star, I was lost right off the bat (a familar situation for me). Fortunately, one of the two people I knew was walking on Van Dorn the same time I was, and Steve Utley directed me to the office of The South Reporter. I had no idea at that moment how important this office and the people in it were going to become to me. I “interviewed” on a Thursday and started my first day here the very next day. (My very first interview ever and my very first job ever...) And you can’t imagine my surprise Friday morning when I walked in and met the other girl working here. I’d dressed very carefully that morning — a really nice, black and white plaid shirtwaist type dress. When I walked in and met Barbara Taylor for the first time, we were both nearly speechless. She had on a dress in the identical fabric. Seemed like a good omen at the time. When I began working here at the paper, I was painfully shy. Now, shy is not in my vocabulary. I began working here typing and stuffing papers. Gradually, I’ve added a few different odd and end things and now, my son Kris is the typesetter and this column is the biggest part of what I “type.” As I’ve gotten older and creakier around the joints, I’ve gradually phased out most of the story writing. My poor old body is much happier sitting in my comfy computer chair nowadays. But — as Bruce Springsteen sings in “Glory Days” — well, those were “glory days.” I’ve met so many fantastic people and learned so many interesting things. And, I’ve gotten to ride on the rear of a four-wheeler holding a box of dynamite caps on the way to blow up empty beaver dams. I’ve also been a passenger in a nitro-burning funny car going a quarter mile in a nano-second. Walter Webb hired me 20 years ago this month — he was a great boss for 15 years. Barry Burleson is editor now — he’s been a great boss for five years. And after 20 years I can still say — I’m lucky — I love my job! Report News:
(662) 252-4261 or south@dixie-net.com
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