2017-11-01 / Families & Friends

Seniors go trick-or-treating at rec center


Pictured are Bertha Paige Dye and her sister Verna Jones. Pictured are Bertha Paige Dye and her sister Verna Jones. Well, who all saw the snow on Sunday? After church my husband and I had to go and see if we could get some pictures of the snow on those beautiful fall leaves. We traveled up Pine Mountain and there was enough snow on the new overlooks for people to build little snowmen on the picnic tables. Then we thought we would brave the Little Shepherd Trail and I’m so glad we did. It was amazing to see that much snow on fall leaves at their peak color. Those beautiful red and yellow and orange leaves with snow stuck to them was something I had never seen before in my lifetime. One pine tree on the Creech Overlook had frozen fog stuck to the needles in parallel layers. It was unbelievably windy and cold, though. I guess that’s why it was formed that way on the sides of the leaves and pine trees and why we saw hardly any wildlife. We also saw spider webs covered in snow and frozen fog.


Can you believe a 60- and 87-year-old went trickor treating? Well, we did. At our senior citizens center Monday the 30th we took our trick-or-treat bags and went around to the treaters set up in the party room at the rec center. Thanks to all that were there. It has been a really long time since we were the ones getting the candy instead of giving it. If Mom and I had remembered we would have also dressed up in some kind of costume. We did have a few that were dressed for Halloween and it tickled the rest of us to see them. Mom thought Dolly Parton was with us but I think it was Shirley Temple. She didn’t have her face made up enough to be Dolly. We had a chimpanzee giving us all kisses too. I wish I had gotten a picture of the face Mom made when he was kissing her. I know my family knows exactly what that face looked like and are laughing right now as they read this.

I have said it before but it needs to be repeated, this program means so much to so many of our seniors in Letcher County. Pat Miles, a friend of mine from Letcher Independent Baptist, and I were talking today about how sad it is when someone is all by themselves with no one at all to talk to and spend time with. God didn’t create us to be alone and if there is somebody you know that could use some company then be that company if you can. For those of you over 60 and needing some company and some exercise, come on and join us. We would love to have you. The more the merrier.

That’s the one thing about the people that lived in Marlowe Coal Camp, they loved visiting one another and when you hear them talk about it now, it’s like they are talking about their family members instead of their neighbors. This is a post on the Facebook site, Growing Up in Marlowe Camp, from Kernal Banks. He was from Marlowe and when you read this it makes you wish you had grown up there too.

“Sitting here tonight thinking about the times and how things have changed. About 55 years ago we use to sit and listen to mom and dad talk about quilting bees, bean breakings, barn raisings, and other things like square dancing. Now I sit around at times with my grown children and the grandkids talking about growing up in Marlowe. Little brother falling off the roof of the commisary raiding bird’s hest. Helping dad with the garden up on the flat. Playing on the slate dump, or many times of the school festivals. One in particular. Sis won the pretty girl contest at the same time dad won the ugly man contest. Funny how things change today kids are pushing keys on the keyboard. They will never know what going crawdaddying is. How to swing on a grapevine, drink from a mountain spring. Well those things are bad for your health even if it has been 60 years and I am still kicking. We grew up in a coal camp of family. We all knew each other, we fought, we cried, we played, we lived, and sometimes we died together. Yes, we loved each other not like it is in today’s world, we smiled and patted each other on the back and had a true life together.”

Earlene King Dixon Burton made this comment on Kendall’s post: “I LOVED playing on that slate dump we would get boxes from the garbage from the commissary and slide off the slate dump and had a wonderful time. That was the good ole days. Truly loved those days and I would go back in a heartbeat.”

Mom told my sister, Delores Tacket Holbrook, that the most desirable houses were the ones down in the bottom so they didn’t have to walk all the way up the holler with their groceries or whatever. But, Papaw Pennington waited for a house to become available way up in the holler so they would have enough room for a good garden and pasture for chickens and such.

We had a wonderful surprise the other day. We were waiting for Mom’s medicines in the Parkway Pharmacy drive-thru window and lo and behold here came someone walking towards my vehicle. It was our handsome and wonderful cousin, David Pennington. Of course, I had to get out of the vehicle and give him a big ole hug right then and there. He doesn’t look like he has had anything at all wrong with him and if you didn’t know any different you wouldn’t be able to tell it either. He sure was a sight for sore eyes and Mom and I didn’t get our fill of him before we had to leave. Thank God for letting him make it through. For those of you that don’t know he had a blood clot in his lung earlier this year.

I saw the sad news yesterday on Facebook of my second cousin, Freda Brown Campbell, passing away. Her parents are Glen Brown and the late Fern Caudill Brown. Fern’s dad was R.B. Caudill and he was Mom’s uncle. Her brother Wendell Brown had just passed away last November from diabetic complications. This will be really hard on the family so they really need our prayers. Also remember our pastor Bill Jones and his wife Sandy in your continual prayers.

In closing, remember what Oma would always say, try your best to attend church this Sunday and if your church has services throughout the week and on Sunday evening God would want you there then too.

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