As I sit here on my Mom’s back porch with the warm wind blowing on my back, I can’t help but think back on some of the memories this house in Cane Hollow holds. We moved here as soon as it was finished. Kermit Amburgey owned the store at the mouth of the hollow and had this house built to rent out. However, Daddy talked him into letting him buy it.
We moved here in January 1962. We moved from what we called the Brown House. It was a four-room house located right up the road from Cane Hollow. We had so many friends as we grew up in Cane Hollow. We played games like Red Light Green Light, Mother May I, Red Rover, Tag, Sneak Around and Gotcha Last, Hot Butter and Blue Beans, Tap and Run, Spud, Roller Bat, Badminton, Cross the Walk and anything else we could think up. We didn’t have to have other kids to play these games, since there were five of us already, but more friends just made it better.
Now when the grandkids get together here at Mom’s we love watching and listening to them as they play some of these same games. Time sure has a way of getting away from you.
If you were in the Class of 1975 at Whitesburg High School, whether you graduated with us or not, we would love to have you join us for our 45th class reunion. This will be at the CANE kitchen in Whitesburg. This is in the old Whitesburg High School cafeteria. The cost per person will be $25. This can be mailed to Edwena Sexton at 1021 Craft’s Colly Road, Ermine KY 41815.
A few of us have been meeting to make the arrangements and I had no earthly idea it took as much planning as it does. Our next meeting will be April 4 upstairs in Whitesburg City Hall. (Did you all know the freight elevator was left in the old Lewis Wholesale when they remodeled it for City Hall and it still works?)
We are trying to make sure everyone has been called or messaged in some way or another. If you are or know of anyone that would be in this class, please let them know.
Speaking of Whitesburg High School reminds me of a phone call this past week from David Estepp. He wanted to commend us on trying to have this reunion. He said he graduated in 1970 from Whitesburg and his years there were some of his best. He also said he loved all the columns in The Mountain Eagle.
Jo Ella Taylor Sturgill, one of the Marlowe Coal Camp girls, has been posting on Facebook the health problems of her husband Darrell Sturgill. He has had a lot of different problems now for over a year and she posted this today: “We just got the results back from Darrell’s test. His bowels have gone to sleep and that is why he has not had a bowel movement in about two weeks. He also has a bacterial infection in the bowels and stomach. Not sure about what all the doctor is going to do. His Dr. is also going to change his anxiety meds, these are not working. Prayers please. “
James Boggs is back in the hospital as of March 5. He has now had a stroke and is very weak. He hasn’t recuperated from the surgery he had in February.
There were so many birthdays mentioned on Facebook this past week. Teresa Profitt, one of my Letcher Independent Baptist church sisters, celebrated on the 5th as did my cousin-in-law Tanis McClain Pennington. Trenda Sturgill Kincer, one of my Colson Grade School classmates, had a birthday on the 3rd. Kaye Watts Parker, a wonderful friend from my Martha Jane Potter Elementary teaching days, celebrated on the 6th. Freedis Mullins Bailey, my husband’s aunt ,was born on the 7th of March. Last but not least, Sandra Sexton Wilson celebrated on the 4th. She still needs our prayers as she is still grieving for her mother, Imogene Sexton, and her husband, Terry Wilson.
This was posted by Celesta Richardson Riffe about her dad Tom.
“Almost a decade ago, Dad was hospitalized with what doctors thought was a rare lung cancer. They didn’t give us much hope of a recovery, actually they gave us no hope. Since then, Dad has been diagnosed with black lung so severe that he has to carry his portable oxygen tank everywhere he goes (but he continues to be denied black lung benefits, don’t even get me started!). His bones are weak from the many rounds of steroids he takes to keep him breathing. His ribs break frequently, just from the effort of coughing or sneezing. Yet, he keeps pushing and never complains. He refuses to give up or give in, even when we beg. His doctors no longer tell him what to do or not to do. They quickly learned that Dad would prove them wrong every time they said “you can’t.” Dad spent last week climbing up and down stairs, cooing Caiden back to sleep and rescuing whomever Colton was picking on. Resilient, that’s my dad and today is his 69th birthday! Please help me wish him a very special birthday. Love you, Dad.”
Please keep in mind my pastor, Bill Jones, and his wife Sandy and their whole family.
Repeating Oma once again, get yourself to church Sunday morning if at all possible. I say Sunday night and throughout the week your church needs you, too.