I’m wondering if by the time this coronavirus quarantine is over will we want to hug or touch or even stop and talk to each other. I’m thinking this is going to change how we socialize with each other forever.
Our pastor, Bill Jones, uses Joseph as an example quite frequently in his messages. When Joseph was sold as a slave to the Egyptians by his brothers they meant to rid him from their lives. But, God meant it for the good to save His people and the Egyptians from starvation once the famine hit the land.
That makes me think of what’s going on right now with everything closing and kids staying home. I’ve seen videos on social media of all kinds of crafts kids are being involved in with their parents, and kids getting outside and taking hikes with their families. Best of all, even though I was with Mom Sunday morning and evening we attended about four or five different church meetings. We listen to gospel singing all the time so that wasn’t the highlight for us, it was the preachers’ messages that we enjoyed the most.
Of course Mom had to listen to her Preacher Bill. You can find this on Facebook under the page Millstone Missionary Baptist Church. We also listened to our second cousin in Lisbon, Oh., Gregory Pennington. Then, we got to hear my pastor, Bill Jones, both morning and evening, and he will be on again on Wednesday evening for prayer meeting. This is live and also recorded on his wife’s, Sandy Jones’s, Facebook page. I’ll never understand how people make it in this world without Jesus Christ to lean on. He’s there for us not just when we are in the valley in tough times like this, but also when we are on the mountaintop and things are good.
On the other hand, I’m thinking we better be learning from all this and take note of what happened. When tissue paper is replenished and people aren’t going absolutely crazy over it anymore I’m going to buy about three big things and just keep it put back in the closet somewhere just in case we run out of old tee shirts and newspapers. We need to let this incident teach us a thing or two about what we need to keep on hand just in case. We use do Terra Essential Oils so the chemical laden cleaning supplies are something we don’t use anyway.
I surely do miss my rec center workout friends and our Letcher County Senior Citizens and the staff there, Debbie Baker, Carmen Brock, and Rosa Collier. I know our seniors are missing getting to see and talk to each other. I miss all the noise coming from the card tables and the cornhole games. I even miss arguing with David Williams at the puzzle table over how I work the puzzle, (even though I know more about what I’m doing than he does). Mommy misses all of them, but she is tickled to death that I’m not asking her now if she wants to go somewhere. I told her, “For once, Mom, you couldn’t go anywhere if you wanted to.”
March 19 made 16 years since Daddy, Marshel Tacket, passed away. I was thinking the other day about something he did back when we had a little Volkswagen Beetle. ( Yes, a family of seven can actually ride in a VW Beetle) We were headed out somewhere and out of nowhere instead of going up the driveway he drove it around the house and headed up the bank instead. I’m not talking about just a little ole bank, I mean about a 15- or 20-foot bank on a pretty good slope. Of course he didn’t make it all the way to the top and had to let it roll back down and the tail pipe stuck in the level ground. I always thought of us getting out of that car everytime I would see a circus and all the clowns would come out of the little cars. I bet people stood by as we were piling out and thought, “How in the world did all seven of them get in there?”
My favorite brother is having his 60th birthday Wednesday, March 25. Happy birthday Albert Tacket, I know you won’t be able to have much of a party with the quarantine and all, but I hope you enjoy turning 60. Just think now you can get all the senior discounts on stuff. Michelle Tilley also had a birthday Monday the 22nd and so did Joe “Joeby” Begley.
I gotta tell you something funny about Albert. When we were growing up he had to take everything apart that could be taken apart and then “try” to put it back together again. Needless to say we would find parts lying all over everywhere and had no idea what they went to. Well, we had a mantel clock that chimed; I’m not sure where it came from. It had to be wound so often to keep time and of course Albert, being the mechanically inclined child that he was, sneaked and wound it. It never did run anymore after that. Come to find out he wound it backwards. He later was nicknamed “Bone Comb” and I’ll tell you why.
There was a man that came to Isom with a rolling junk wagon every Saturday. He also had a little building there too with all kinds of stuff in it. Well, Daddy was his number one customer. I think his name was Art Bender, or that is what I had always heard Daddy call him. Daddy bought this comb from him that was made of pure bone and it was as stiff as could be. We hadn’t had it long and Albert was just sitting there bending it back and forth and of course it popped right in the middle. So, Daddy nicknamed him “Bone Comb” and after that whenever he was messing with something Daddy would say, “Just leave that alone, Bone Comb!”
We still call him this to this day whenever the need arises.
Please remember to pray for Laney Webb. She now has Flu B. This quarantine also has stopped them from having any visitors. Remember her mom, Michelle Webb, as she copes with all this. Also remember one of my good friends, Faye Martin’s sonin law, Toby Ratliff. He is in Whitesburg ARH with critical heart conditions. Also, remember our community and all the people who are having to work through these difficult times. They don’t have the option of staying home as most of us do.
I know lots of people are having a hard time right now dealing with not being able to see their family members and loved ones in the hospitals and nursing homes. Remember Preacher Bill and June Craft in this situation. Also remember my Aunt Linda Pennington Hall in Letcher Manor. Please remember to pray for my pastor, Bill Jones, and his whole family with the murder trial coming up.
Well, I was getting ready to type Oma’s weekly plea, but I don’t guess I will. Instead, try to listen to some good services throughout the week and on Sunday if it’s at all possible.