Thursday, November 16, 2006
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Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News Thompsons celebrate 65th The United Methodist Church had a revival Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights last week. Congratulations to Ralph and Nadine Thompson who celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary, Sunday, November 4, at their home in Mt. Pleasant. They received many gifts, cards and a money tree. Cake and coffee were served to 63 relatives and friends who attended this special occasion. Love and sympathy are expressed to the Devore family in the loss of their loved one Carl Devore. Sue Sipes had foot surgery at St. Francis Hospital recently. Peggy Hunsucker had surgery on her shoulder last Monday at St. Francis. Both had to stay overnight. A get well wish is sent to both of them. Harold Todd had medical tests and x-rays at Baptist Collierville Hospital on Thursday. He needs our prayers. Ken and Betty Guffey visited their daughter and family in Dallas, Texas for several days recently. I Remember I was quite a tomboy growing up. You almost had to be to survive living on a farm. Well, one time I even went squirrel hunting. Daddy had a really good squirrel dog. That dog would go into the woods all by himself and tree a squirrel. One day I heard him barking in the woods near our house, so I lit out to see what he had treed. Sure enough, I looked up into a big oak tree and there on a limb sat a big fat gray squirrel. “What a nice meal he would make for supper,” I thought to myself. I ran back to the house and got the .22 rifle. This was the same rifle that Daddy had cautioned us never to touch. In fact we couldn’t touch any gun. He always kept the guns loaded. That is why we were warned, so sternly, to never touch them. “But, what the heck,” I said to myself, “I’ll take the rifle, kill that squirrel and Daddy will be proud of me.” I grabbed the rifle and ran back into the woods where the squirrel was still sitting on the same limb. I knew I had to make the first shot count because I only had one bullet in the gun. I took careful aim, pulled the trigger and with a bang down came that squirrel. I was so excited I ran all the way home. Guess who met me at the door when I got home? Yep, Daddy. He had come home early and caught me with the rifle. You might guess what happened next. Things got pretty hot around there for a while. Right then I decided that my hunting days were over. But, we did have squirrel for supper, even if I didn’t have much of an appetite. Report News:
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