January 22, 2009
Erin Burleson celebrates seventh
Vivian Smith hosted a suprise birthday dinner for Kay Wheeler Saturday night in her home at Kirkwood. Those who attended were Vicki and Walter Webb, Margaret Ann and Norbert Barruel, Laura Wheeler, Mary Clay and Gene Brooks, Robin and Ben Seale, Linda Stubbs, Becky Cupp and Bea Green. The crowd enjoyed the bountiful food prepared for them by Vivian.
Rita and Johnny Langus of Mobile, Ala., and their family were in Holly Springs over the weekend. They were here for the funeral of Rita’s brother, Bin Cochran of Atlanta, Ga. While here, they also were able to visit with in-town family members and friends.
Barry and Pam Burleson hosted a late seventh birthday party for Erin Burleson Saturday. Afterwards the family group enjoyed watching Andy Burleson play basketball at Marshall Academy. Those attending were Lavelle Burleson, Roger and Gayla Powell, Hugh and Vickie Franks, and a friend of Erin’s, Ben Moore, all from Hamilton, Ala.
Happy birthday wishes go out to Steven Gresham, who celebrated over the weekend.
Greers donate Christmas house collection
This January hasn’t slowed down a bit. However, maybe it has as the tourists aren’t here. They are like the birds; they go in the fall and come back in the spring. The hope of spring springs eternal in the human breast, somebody said and it does. Once I lived in northern Michigan by Lake Michigan. The part of lake I could see was all frozen over solid for more than six months. And the snow came down, down, down. I got so weary of winter. The Christmas decorations were frozen to the mailbox until May. But I remember the day I saw the snow was melting on the neighbor’s roof! That dormant hope for spring woke up and I kept saying, “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” (Alexander Pope).
There were woods behind my house and my dog went back there and came back howling like a baby. He had been hit?, stung?, vaccinated? by a porcupine and had quills protruding from his nose and around his mouth. I had to take him to the vet for the vet to pull each quill out, which was like pulling a tooth. On the way out through the woods, the porcupine was standing in the middle of the road and he had his quills up which made him as tall as the car radiator. In the summer that year, it was still cold and I moved back to Mississippi, to the land I love, which is full of warm sunshine and love, sometime.
My mother’s birthday was New Year’s Eve, so we always celebrated with a party, always at Aunt Montie and Uncle Gordon Stafford’s house. The party included my daddy’s birthday, which was January 31 and President Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s which was the same day.
The South always celebrated Robert E. Lee’s birthday which was January 19. The banks were always closed that day. Robert E. Lee was the Confederate General in charge of the Southern Army and he was a revered Southern hero. However, now he only merits one sentence in the history books and not everybody in the new generation knows him.
My first husband, the late Fred Swaney, and I went to Jimmy Carter’s inauguration and it was a fantastic experience that I will never forget, and the inaugural ball was a real adventure. We were a little early and the officials thought Fred (my husband) was the new Secretary of Defense, Harold Brown. They began pinning flowers on him and me and we were explaining that no, we weren’t the Browns. I’ll never forget Rosalind Carter wore the same dress to the ball that she had worn to the inauguration in order to save the nation money. However, the dress was fantastic and I didn‘t blame her. The inauguration today costs “somebody” $170 million dollars.
Can you imagine that when I was growing up the houses were heated with fireplaces and doors; the doors were shut and the rooms would get warm. At night we warmed a brick in the fireplace, took it out of the ashes, wrapped it in a towel and put it in the bed with us to keep warm. Halls didn’t usually have fireplaces and were always cold. For festive occasions we burned magnolia burrs in the fireplaces and that made the flames exotic colors. The only trouble was they would pop with little explosions and a fire screen was necessary. We used to sit in semicircles around the fire and tell stories. Maybe that’s where I learned my love of stories. I wish I had had a recorder.
Super Bowl Sunday is soon, between the Pittsburg Steelers and the Arizona Cardinals. The Super Bowls I went to were thrilling and exciting and since I was in the “special” ranks I got to see lots of movie stars. The one that I remember the most was bumping into Eva Gabor. She acted as glad to see me as I was to see her. I tried to ask her what she did with her old clothes. The year the Super Bowl was in Minnesota, Michael and Jorja Lynn, my son-in-law and daughter, had a Super Bowl party at their house. They had horse drawn sleighs, ice fishing, ice skating, and snow-mobiling. They rented a big tent (heated, of course) as there was snow underneath. They had snow mobiles waiting and ready for any who wanted to sleigh across the lake. The year 1967 was the first Super Bowl between the NFL and the AFL.
Speaking of storytelling, if you are interested in a new story-telling group, let me know at 662-252-3669. Old fashioned story-telling can be lots of fun and it teaches an art that is becoming lost. The stories don’t have to be true, but they can be. This is especially aimed at young and old, as the old have more stories, but the young can carry it on.
The museum’s homecoming has been moved to maybe March. The elevator man was in the museum last week and says there are lots of ups and downs in his work.
Kathy Crawley from Colorado sent us a beautiful antique tin box japanned with flowers and people and the box was full of local photographs. Some were tin-types, some were card-devistas and some were just pictures of people from here in the 1920s and 1930s. Some of the pictures had names on the back which were Gatewoods, Fants, and Crawleys, Cochran, and Halls. Kathy didn’t know any of them. One was Bruehls Photo Service in Holly Springs. We really appreciate Kathy remembering us with these local items.
In addition to generous givers, we want to thank John Robert and Curtis Greer who divided their father’s (A.Q. Greer) Christmas House collection with us. Come by our window at 111 Van Dorn Ave.; it’s delightful. We plan to have it on permanent display when we move.
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