I find it difficult to believe that not only is another year history but so is the first decade of the 21st Century.
Hope all of you have a wonderful 2010.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Happy New Year
I find it difficult to believe that not only is another year history but so is the first decade of the 21st Century.
Hope all of you have a wonderful 2010.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
In Memory of Flora Bishop
June Harris wrote the following about her Aunt Flora:
Aunt Flora
My aunt Flora died recently, and a corner of my heart died with her.
I loved Aunt Flora. She was the only girl in a family of seven; she had six brothers, and the Harris boys were a rough and tumble bunch. I’m sure she had to be a tough cookie to stand up to them; I’m equally sure she was quite up to the task. Aunt Flora was a woman undaunted by life’s challenges.
I was the first grandchild of Luther and Maggie Harris, and Aunt Flora took me up for spoiling. She took me places, bought me things, and in general, made me a bit of a pet. She took me to see Snow White, for instance. (I fell asleep, but that’s not pertinent.)
During WWII, Aunt Flora went off to work in Washington, D. C. I’m not clear on what she did there, but I was certainly clear on the fact that I thought it enormously glamorous. Washington, D. C., had to be the center of the universe, and MY aunt was there. She came home with a husband handsome enough to rival Tyrone Power, and a fur coat. I think it was seal; whatever, I envied and admired that coat.
I was a child, sleeping in my grandparents’ bedroom, when my aunt came in to tell them that she was in labor and needed to go to the hospital. She was pregnant with my cousin Laurie. I don’t remember much more of that night, though I recall stories about it. She was taken to the local hospital, but this was during WWII, and most of the competent doctors were off in the war. Those left at home were somewhat less than able. My aunt was in labor for hours—it seems to me that it was something like a day and a half or more—before the doctors finally decided she had to have a cesarean section, and finally delivered my cousin, Laurie. That saved her life; she’d have died had they waited for her to deliver naturally.
Aunt Flora was a woman who was not put off or intimidated by anyone. She was as social as anyone I’ve ever known. My mother said her first view of Aunt Flora, long before my mom had met my father, was of Aunt Flora sitting on a fence, exchanging jokes and chatter with a group surrounding her. That would be typical.
Aunt Flora knew everybody. She’d say, “Well, you remember…” whoever. “No,” I’d say—I’d left Mississippi when I was twelve, and I didn’t know or remember all the people she knew. “Oh, yes, you do,” she’d say. “She was the cousin/aunt/mother of …” Okay.
Aunt Flora went to the Plantersville Baptist Church when she lived there, and her favorite church apparel included picture hats and big button ‘earbobs.’ White gloves were included, but that goes without saying for suitable 50s attire.
She kept my great aunts together and took them out when she was able. I was back in Mississippi in the early 90s and she picked me up and took me around to see the living great aunts. It was the last time I’d ever see them, and I was grateful to her for that.
Her grandsons appeared to adore her, and if they did not, they certainly kept the fact a close secret. They took her places, saw to her well-being, and were available for her whenever she had needs. She was fortunate in her grandsons; they were there whenever she needed them.
Toward the end of her life, she had to give up the handwork she loved because of failing eyesight. She traveled widely, and I was able to accompany her on her trip to see the Grand Canyon.
Her obituary said she was “opinionated.” Hah! That’s vast understatement. Every Harris I’ve ever known—and I’ve known more than a few—was opinionated, and Aunt Flora was no exception. Her opinions were strong, whether political, involving Ole Miss, or with regard to her family.
Aunt Flora was a force of nature, and I will miss her very, very much.
June Harris
Aunt Flora
My aunt Flora died recently, and a corner of my heart died with her.
I loved Aunt Flora. She was the only girl in a family of seven; she had six brothers, and the Harris boys were a rough and tumble bunch. I’m sure she had to be a tough cookie to stand up to them; I’m equally sure she was quite up to the task. Aunt Flora was a woman undaunted by life’s challenges.
I was the first grandchild of Luther and Maggie Harris, and Aunt Flora took me up for spoiling. She took me places, bought me things, and in general, made me a bit of a pet. She took me to see Snow White, for instance. (I fell asleep, but that’s not pertinent.)
During WWII, Aunt Flora went off to work in Washington, D. C. I’m not clear on what she did there, but I was certainly clear on the fact that I thought it enormously glamorous. Washington, D. C., had to be the center of the universe, and MY aunt was there. She came home with a husband handsome enough to rival Tyrone Power, and a fur coat. I think it was seal; whatever, I envied and admired that coat.
I was a child, sleeping in my grandparents’ bedroom, when my aunt came in to tell them that she was in labor and needed to go to the hospital. She was pregnant with my cousin Laurie. I don’t remember much more of that night, though I recall stories about it. She was taken to the local hospital, but this was during WWII, and most of the competent doctors were off in the war. Those left at home were somewhat less than able. My aunt was in labor for hours—it seems to me that it was something like a day and a half or more—before the doctors finally decided she had to have a cesarean section, and finally delivered my cousin, Laurie. That saved her life; she’d have died had they waited for her to deliver naturally.
Aunt Flora was a woman who was not put off or intimidated by anyone. She was as social as anyone I’ve ever known. My mother said her first view of Aunt Flora, long before my mom had met my father, was of Aunt Flora sitting on a fence, exchanging jokes and chatter with a group surrounding her. That would be typical.
Aunt Flora knew everybody. She’d say, “Well, you remember…” whoever. “No,” I’d say—I’d left Mississippi when I was twelve, and I didn’t know or remember all the people she knew. “Oh, yes, you do,” she’d say. “She was the cousin/aunt/mother of …” Okay.
Aunt Flora went to the Plantersville Baptist Church when she lived there, and her favorite church apparel included picture hats and big button ‘earbobs.’ White gloves were included, but that goes without saying for suitable 50s attire.
She kept my great aunts together and took them out when she was able. I was back in Mississippi in the early 90s and she picked me up and took me around to see the living great aunts. It was the last time I’d ever see them, and I was grateful to her for that.
Her grandsons appeared to adore her, and if they did not, they certainly kept the fact a close secret. They took her places, saw to her well-being, and were available for her whenever she had needs. She was fortunate in her grandsons; they were there whenever she needed them.
Toward the end of her life, she had to give up the handwork she loved because of failing eyesight. She traveled widely, and I was able to accompany her on her trip to see the Grand Canyon.
Her obituary said she was “opinionated.” Hah! That’s vast understatement. Every Harris I’ve ever known—and I’ve known more than a few—was opinionated, and Aunt Flora was no exception. Her opinions were strong, whether political, involving Ole Miss, or with regard to her family.
Aunt Flora was a force of nature, and I will miss her very, very much.
June Harris
Plantersvillle in the Courier
I receive the Lee County Courier by mail and therefore receive it late, so many of you already know this; the Plantersville Mayor's Youth Council is featured on the front page of the Christmas Eve edition of the Courier.
Also, the Courier ran six pictures of the Plantersville Christmas parade.
Also, the Courier ran six pictures of the Plantersville Christmas parade.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sympathy to the Partlow Families
Sympathy to the family of Russell Partlow, especially to Shirley Coggin Collier and her brothers. Mr. Russell died Friday in a nursing home near Starkville. Services will be at two tomorrow at Lee Memorial.
Sympathy to the family of Dawn Givhan Partlow who died Wednesday and whose services are today at four at Holland Funeral Home in Tupelo. Dawn was the wife of Kevin and the daughter-in-law, I believe, of Benny Earl Partlow.
Someone help me with the family history of the Partlow families in Plantersville. I assume that Mr. Russell Partlow was related to Mr. Ben Partlow.
Sympathy to the family of Dawn Givhan Partlow who died Wednesday and whose services are today at four at Holland Funeral Home in Tupelo. Dawn was the wife of Kevin and the daughter-in-law, I believe, of Benny Earl Partlow.
Someone help me with the family history of the Partlow families in Plantersville. I assume that Mr. Russell Partlow was related to Mr. Ben Partlow.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Merry Christmas
Carole and I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.
We'll be on our way north tomorrow morning after having our family Christmas tonight.
May Santa bring you that one special gift.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Dinner Party
On a happier note, Carly celebrated her 7th birthday with a dinner party at her favorite restaurant. That's the birthday girl standing and smiling.
The boy sitting next to her, of course, is Conner who has been her boy friend for three years.
Sad Times
This week before Christmas has been a sad one; two of Carole's friends and 1960 classmates died this week, Martha Ann Reed and Joe Hodges, and one of our friends from church was found dead at her house Thursday morning.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Plantersville Christmas Parade 09
I borrowed a couple of pictures of the Plantersville Christmas parade from Gloria's web site.
In this photo are: n this photo: Sam Fair, Claire Wilder, Jorie Wells, Amy Monts, Casey Shackelford, Blake Estes, Emily Stanford, Blake Estes, Gloria Holland, Mikaela Willams.
Correct me if I am wrong on the names.
Steve and Cathy
Cathy Johnson Garrett was in Jackson today and ran into this young man at the Jackson Medical Mall.Picture courtesy of Cathy.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Christmas Performance
Our granddaughter, Carly, attends school near Ridgecrest Baptist Church where Flora Bishop's services were last night at seven.
Last night the school had a Christmas performance, that's Carly, on the top row, last candy cane on the left.
As we left the school around seven thirty last night, we passed Ridgecrest. The parking lot was full for Mrs. Flora's services. Don't forget, that there will be a visitation for her at Unity from noon until two today.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Flora Bishop
Received word that Mrs. Flora Bishop died this morning. Sympathy to her family and friends.
There will be a service for Mrs. Flora in Ridgeland on Thursday at seven and on Friday a visitation from noon to two at Unity Presbyterian Church.
There will be a service for Mrs. Flora in Ridgeland on Thursday at seven and on Friday a visitation from noon to two at Unity Presbyterian Church.
Christmas Parade
Carly was in Christmas Parades in Madison and in Ridgeland this past Saturday. This is the First Baptist Church of Ridgeland's float in the Ridgeland parade.
That's Carly in brown with the white glove raised. She was waving at Bop Bop and Mama Cita.
Has Plantersville had its Christmas Parade; if so, I need pictures.
Let It Snow
We had a light snow Friday night. Just a few miles south of us, more than 4 inches was reported.
Gloria at the White House
The mayor of Plantersville, Gloria Holland, recently visited Washington. Here she and friends are pictured in front of the White House. I borrowed this picture from Gloria's site and could not find the names of her companions. Someone please identify them..
Anniversaries
We celebrate two events this week, one not so good and one that was very good. Our daughter, Cam, became ill a year ago yesterday and did not recover until April, and on Thursday, Carly will celebrate her seventh birthday.
We had a mini party on Sunday with Tiley, who is the granddaughter of Mike Davis who was one of my closest friends in the 70s. Unfortunately, Mike is deceased. I consider Tiley my other granddaughter.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
City Hall
Plantersville City Hall is being expanded and renovated thanks to a grant from the Mississippi
Development Authority.
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