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Dale Hollingsworth
Sarah
Grace Knight celebrates 10th birthday
We
hope everyone had a happy, safe Christmas. Thanks to all who sent
cards, gifts and food, also visited me and called.
Joyce
Clayton and Betty Smith drove to Collierville, Tenn., on Monday to
attend the funeral of a relative, Wesley Thompson, at the funeral home.
We send sympathy and love to his family.
Several
of my grandchildren visited in my home a few days after Christmas. They
were Sonya Kidd of Pass Christian and Vickie Winter and daughter
Lindsey of Nashville, Tenn. They had spent Christmas at the home of my
son, Jimmy and Martha Hollingsworth in Tupelo. They brought gifts.
Iva
B. Smith, a friend, of Barton, called to wish me a happy New Year. She
grew up in Potts Camp and was the former Iva Brownlee.
Joyce
Clayton’s entire family were her New Year’s dinner
guests. Her cousin
Mary Jane Toney of New Albany visited her on Thursday.
Deanna
Rowland Knight and children, Sarah Grace, Caleb and Tyler of Florida
spent the Christmas holidays with her parents, Bill and Sue
Rowland.
On Dec. 31, Sarah Grace celebrated her 10th birthday with a party at
the home of her grandparents. Attending were her
grandparents, mother,
and brothers, as well as cousins: Daniel, Alex and Analisa
Smothers;
Weston, Ben, and Kyleigh Rowland; Christopher, Jayne and Brendan
Rowland; Kylie and Patrick Gurley; Madisyn and Landon Cobbs; and Audrey
Poole. Also, attending were several uncles and
aunts. After playing
several games, the children were served pizza and birthday cake.
Haven
(Hale) and Ken Daniels visited me on Sunday and brought a gift. Haven
brought her new husband to meet me.
Other
Christmas cards with pictures I received were from Amanda and Kent
Smith with sons Jack Whaley and Brennan on it. They are grandchildren
of Rodney and Betty Whaley. Also a Christmas card with the Hale family,
Kerry, Lela, Haven and husband Ken, Brook, Alana and two dogs. They are
all special friends on both cards.
Sank
Owen, a
cousin of Aberdeen, sends an interesting newsletter every year to
friends and relatives. He taught school in Potts Camp as a young man,
then served in the Army. Later, he taught in Aberdeen and Amory
schools. We are sorry he has been sick recently and was a patient at
Gilmore Medical Center in Amory. We send get well wishes to him. He
came to my 90th birthday party last year.
Thoughts
1.
I said a prayer for you today, and I know God must have heard. I felt
the answer in my heart, although He spoke not a word. I
didn’t ask for
wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn’t mind. I asked Him to send
treasures
of a far more lasting kind. I asked that He be near you at the start of
each new day. To grant you health and blessings and friends to share
your way. I asked for happiness for you in all things great and small;
but it was for His loving care I prayed the most of all.
2.
I have no hands but your hands to do my work today. I have no feet but
your feet, to lead men on the way. I have no tongue but your tongue to
tell men for whom I died. I have no help but your help to bring men to
God’s side.
Thoughts
Don’t
Blame the Children
We
read in the paper and hear on the air of killings and stealing and
crime everywhere! We sigh and we say, as we notice the trend,
“This
young generation! Where will it end?”
But
can
we be sure that it is their fault alone, that maybe a part is that of
our own? Are we less guilty who place in their way, too many things
that can lead them astray? Too much to spend, too much idle time, too
many movies of passion and crime? Too many books not fit to be read,
too much crime they hear said, too many juke joints and too many bars,
too many hot rods, and rattle trap cars, too many reasons for children
to roam, and too many parents who don’t stay at home?
Kids
don’t make the movies, they don’t write the books
that paint a gay
picture of gangsters and crooks. Kids don’t make the liquor,
they don’t
run the bars, they don’t run the juke joints, they
don’t sell the cars.
They don’t pan the narcotics. That’s all by older
folks, greedy for
gain. Delinquent teenagers - oh, how we condemn, we cry in rage and
criticize them.
We’re
shocked at their morals,
amazed at their crimes, and grieve that we live in such perilous times.
By the rule of the blameless the Saviour made known, who is there among
us to cast the first stone? Remember this saying for oh, it’s
so true,
the label “delinquent” fits older ones too.
—Lindy’s Newsletter
Memories
of the ’50s
After
World War II, the first Greer and Greer Store was no longer used for a
sewing room to make Army uniforms, so a man from Memphis made it into
the Dixie Theater. He brought the latest movies there and showed them
on a large, colored screen. People came from surrounding towns on
weekends to enjoy it on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Willa
Floyd sold the tickets and Charles Burris, a teenager, ran the
projector. One Sunday, my husband, L.D., kept the two younger children,
Betty and Danny, so I could go see “Gone with the
Wind.” I was late
buying my ticket and popcorn so while I was looking for a seat, they
called out “Dale Hollingsworth, you have won the door prize,
$10.” I
was happy.
Charles bought a
motorcycle with some
of his money and was killed on it one Sunday afternoon. It was a sad
funeral in Potts Camp Methodist Church. (I attended.) He had one
brother, Edward. I loved Mr. and Mrs. Burris, their parents.
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