Virginia Brown and I have had a good week of celebrations.
It started last weekend with a good supper and evening of games for my birthday at Carol Caudill’s with Linda Lucas, Minerva Yonts and Anna Yonts. The same bunch got together another evening at Virginia’s for more fun and games.
Last Friday, they brought a wonderful dinner to Virginia’s for her 93rd birthday. Randy and Eula Brown and Elsie Banks also joined us for that occasion.
We had great fun with the chief entertainment being Elsie and Virginia telling tales on each other. We heard of ‘feisty girls,’ the Charleston, parties, boyfriends, troubles and triumphs and more.
We were sorry that cousin
Ella Preston couldn’t be with us. I’m sure she, too, would have had tales to tell.
To top it off, last Sunday afternoon for our coffee gettogether in addition to the regulars Anna, Linda and Carol, we had Minerva Yonts of Indiana, Thelma Ison of Flemingsburg, Janice Wolod of Maryland and Kathy LaMonte of Mississippi.
This is a poem I found on Mattie Vern’s refrigerator. I don’t know how long she had had it, but it truly describes their life from the time she started aging until her last breath at age 95. It is also true of Ella, Elsie and Virginia.
Lord, help me to grow older/The way You’d have me be/ Not to gripe and combine/But to age gracefully./ To keep my feelings to myself/ Not to tell of every ache and pain;/To count each day a blessing/ In sunshine and in rain;/ To remind myself all that’s good/ Comes only from above/Sent by a merciful God/Who blesses those He loves./Help me to love my fellowman,/To try to wear a smile,/To make this world a better place/By being here a while./So when I leave this world,/Those I have known will say,/”I remember her, not for what she had,/But for what she gave away.” Bobby J. Tidwell.
Marian Gale Gilley and Jimmy Stidham enjoyed a fishing trip to Cherokee Lake.