Memorial Time

Jean Jutman called the other day to catch up and to ask me to attend special October memorial services that were set for today, October 9. She invited me to the Methodist meeting which included a meal, and I know that included absolutely wonderful food. (I still treasure my Plantersville Cookbook with the excellent recipes from the 1960s, legacy of Miss Vera.) Unfortunately, I could not get away (oh, to be a mere two hours away, not 3.5, that extra hour making the trip somewhat of a challenge. Not much of a reason because I know some Plantersville transplants make the drive quite often). I hope someone got some photos of the occasion. My sister Margaret took some flowers Friday and reported that a nice stand was at the site. Top of my list of things to do is to get a monument/marker for George Morris' place. . .This is a really difficult thought to write, I just discovered.

Margaret and Jean were classmates at Tupelo High School. George and I are slightly older than they.

From Carole: A Time to Miss Him the Most: Baseball Season

It is a time of poignant missing George when sports news is highlighted and enhanced with such reporting on baseball as: " . . . capped by an exhilarating final day has set the stage for Postseason 2011. The St. Louis Cardinals and Tampa Bay Rays overcame large deficits to claim the Wild Card in their respective Leagues and finalized the field of eight, joining division winners New York Yankees (AL East), Detroit Tigers (AL Central), Texas Rangers (AL West), Philadelphia Phillies (NL East), Milwaukee Brewers (NL Central) and Arizona Diamondbacks (NL West)." The ravings over the Boston Red Sox having a nine-game lead and getting done in by the ecstatic spoilers the Baltimore Orioles coupled with the Tampa Bay Rays and the Yankees game (all strong nominations for the Guinness Book of Records, said one report), well, it attracts my attention and really makes me miss George. He was a fan from his early years and kept up so well, knew the game backwards and forwards. I who had rarely attended any sports event and disliked the thought of them, upon marrying George, had soon been to a professional football game, a major league baseball game, a hockey game and seen the Harlem Globe Trotters in action. I had fun, and it was a sort of lesson, making me realize that I had been a bit close-minded. As little as I keep up with the facts, I can better understand and appreciate various games and sports. It makes me sad that George is not here to enjoy it as lines such as "six months of baseball boiled down to a three-minute interval" apparently place these games into special spots in baseball history. Now I find myself going to www.mlb.com. George has to be smiling. Please let him be smiling . . .