Thursday, July 26, 2007
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News
Teel family reunion set for August 4 at Wall Doxey
On Saturday, July 21, First Baptist Mt. Pleasant enjoyed a churchwide fellowship at Barnhill’s Restaurant in Collierville.
Love and sympathy are expressed to Doug Brown in the death of his mother-in-law. Also to Ralph Thompson in the death of his brother. Clare Nell Martin of Houston, Tx. is visiting Jene and Peggy Edward.
Teel family reunion is Aug. 4, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. at Wall Doxey State Park. Hats, hats, hats! Decorate a hat in the style of your choice. Prizes will be awarded for the craftiest, funniest, fanciest and most outrageous. Each family will have their own memory table. So bring memorabilia. Lunch will be served at 12 noon. Program and pictures will start immediately after we eat. Please come so you won’t miss seeing family, to have fun, games and memories.
Barbara Ellis and I had the privilege of dining with Faye Sanders at the Storehouse Restaurant recently.
It was the month of July, and the summer revival was in full swing. A week before, the social committee had asked Mother to feed the pastor supper one evening. She told them she would be glad to. When it came time to eat that evening, I thought up a good excuse not to eat with them. So, I asked Mother if I could go to the pasture to get the cows. She said I could and this made me very happy. Off I went and soon I had them coming toward the house. I was taking my time hoping the preachers would be gone by the time I got home.
When I got to the pond, the cows had already drunk and gone to the barn. I decided I needed to kill a little more time, so I ran around the pond bank to watch the big green bull frogs jump in the water. To my surprise, I ended up being the first. My feet slipped and I went in head first. I couldn’t swim, but I learned real fast. I kicked and flopped until I made it to the bank. The first thought that came to my mind was maybe God was punishing me because I didn’t want to eat with the preachers. How was I going to explain to Mother about my wet clothes? It was getting late and the sun was setting in the west. By the time I shut the last gate it was almost dark. I sneaked around to the back of the house and peeped around the corner just as the preachers were leaving.
I crawled in the window so no one could see me until I could get some dry clothes. Oh, boy, I thought I had it made until I walked into the kitchen where Mother was. She took a look at me and began to question me. My wet hair gave me away. Well, I had to confess. I ended up going to bed without any supper.
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