Thursday, January 25, 2007
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News
Johnsons rejoice over birth of new baby boy, William Drake
Steve and Michelle (McClure) Johnson are the proud parents of a son who was born at Baptist Desoto Hospital on January 11. He weighed seven pounds, 10 ounces and has been named William Drake. A sister and brother are welcoming him home. Grandparents are Billy and Estelle McClure and great-grandmother is Becky Clifton of Potts Camp.
Travis and LeeAnne Edwards carried their son Cole back to Louisiana, to his doctor, to get an evaluation on his hand. He received a good report.
It was good to see Fred and Charlotte Brown back at church on Sunday. They have both been on the sick list for a while.
Cordelia Stacks had tests recently on her jaw.
I will have outpatient surgery to remove two lesions from my face, at Alliance Health Care System, on Tuesday. Pray that everything will turn out okay.
I remember a time in school, when my best friend sat behind me in class. She always picked on me. She would do things like pull my hair, pinch me or hit me on the head with her pencil.
One day I wore a dress to school that had a sash in the back. The sash came untied and fell down behind my desk. Well, she happened to see it. She reached under the desk and began to pull on it. Every time she would pull, I would jump up in my seat. Suddenly the teacher looked up and saw me. She said, “Allene, come up here.”
I tried my best to explain what was going on, but she refused to listen. Again she said, “Come up here!”
I just knew I was in for a big paddling. I took my time sauntering up to her table. She took a chair and sat it in front of the classroom. She instructed me to sit in the chair and perform what I had been doing at my desk.
Well, with no choice I began to do my act. I would jump up and then sit back down. Jump up and sit back down. By now all the kids were beginning to laugh and enjoy my act. I was so embarrassed I could have crawled under the chair. I would get so tired I would quit for awhile, but the teacher was not ready for any pauses.
To add to my embarrassment an eighth grade boy came through the room going to the basement to put coal in the furnace. He stopped and looked at the performance.
Finally the bell rang for recess and my show was over. Thank goodness!
My friend told me how sorry she was to have caused me such embarrassment. But, right then I wasn’t ready to accept an apology. From then on, friend or no friend, I watched my P’s and Q’s around her.
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