December 27, 2007
Temperance Hill church members deliver Christmas goodies
We are thankful that Louise Randolph of Memphis is improving after a bad sick spell. Louise and her late husband Ross Randolph lived in Potts Camp during their younger years. She is the daughter of a dear late friend, Ethel Simmons.
Get well wishes to Gerry Vanzant of Hickory Flat, who fell recently and broke her hip near her home. She was there several hours before someone found her.
Rodney Whaley, Potts Camp banker, and daughter Lori, a college student, delivered a sack of gifts to many of us on Wednesday. Thanks to them. Rodney and my son, Danny, were Classmates, and still special friends.
Mary Minor visited me on Wednesday and brought a special, useful gift from Potts Camp United Methodist Church. I have been a member of the church since childhood days. I thank them, along with my family.
Mary Minor also brought a picture of the Potts Camp Kiddy Band about 1935-36. My brother, Lindy Potts, was in it, also Ann Boren, Betty Rose Jones, Fenton Wicker, A.Q. Greer, Bobby Pierce, Walter Wicker, Charles Burris, Bobbie Butler and many others. Rodney and Lori enjoyed the picture too.
Other visitors on Wednesday were Lola Hale and her cute dog! Lola and her family are special friends of ours. She and my daughter, Betty taught school together at West Union for many years. I’m proud of the picture of her daughters on a Christmas card.
My sister-in-law, Joann Potts, came to the Potts Camp Cemetery to put a wreath on my brother, Lindy’s grave; she lives at Olive Branch and is a retired teacher.
She had recent back surgery. We hope she will be completely well.
Thanks to Temperance Hill Baptist Church members for t he delicious sack of fruit and goodies they brought to me!
Happy birthday to Mary Lois Gurley on Dec. 23; to Mary Ellen Bowling, a friend from Myrtle, who broke her hip recently. Get well wishes to her. Her birthday is Dec. 26. Also happy birthday to the former Jannie E. Pannell, my niece, on Dec. 26; to Andy Potts on Dec. 28; also to Caden L. Gurley on Dec. 28; to Rhonda R. Smothers and Pam Gurley on Dec. 30; to Will Forester on Dec. 29. Happy birthday to my great-granddaughter, Brittany Griffen, on Dec. 31; also Sarah Grace Knight and Pebble Gadd on Dec. 31.
Merry Christmas to everyone.
The Little Drummer Boy
When the Christ Child was born, many beautiful gifts were brought to the manger, gifts of great beauty and value. But one small boy who was very poor had nothing to offer the Lord, and he was very sad.
Then he thought, “I can play my drum for him,” and so he did. Pa-rum-pum-pum-pa-rum-pum-pum.
He played with all the love in his heart, and as he played, the Baby Jesus smiled, showing that at Christmastime, love is the best gift of all.
If any little love of mine may make a life the sweeter, If any little care of mine can make a friend’s the fleeter, If any little lift may ease the burden of another, God give me love and care and strength to help my toiling brother (Lindy’s newsletter)
Sometimes I remember the simple Christmas of long ago, when we shopped from the Sears Roebuck catalogue and hung our stockings around the old fireplace. I would follow my older brother, James, into the woods nearby to find a pretty cedar tree. We placed it in the hall near the bedroom door, and decorated it with pretty, old fashioned balls and toys. Mother spent many days before Christmas cooking cakes and stored them in the old fashioned safe.
Sometimes we would ride the train to Plantersville to spend Christmas with my grandparents, Dr. J.C. and Anne Harris. We enjoyed sitting in front of the log fireplace listening to our granddad tell about his childhood, and how he rode off on his horse, Tom, during the Civil War to fight when he was only 16 years old. As an old fashioned doctor he rode the county road to help the sick people in his buggy drawn by horses. He read the Bible about Jesus’ birth before dinner, and prayed a sweet prayer. One day James and our cousin, Porter Gunter, were skating on the ice, when James fell in the pond. Porter pulled him out of the cold, icy water and Mother put him to bed while she dried his long handle underwear in front of the fireplace. I laughed at him; he was so mad, all covered up in bed.
In our home one night Santa put the Roman cannons too near the fireplace, and they fell into the hot ashes. Suddenly, they started shooting all over the house! Daddy jumped out of bed and held them up the chimney, while we ran outside to watch them shoot out over the house. I also remember the pretty dolls Santa brought me. Those were happy days. I still have the old mantel board with the nail holes in it, where we hung our stockings.
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