It officially feels like Christmas to me now.
I heard “Oh, Holy Night” sung at First Baptist Church.
As I write this on Friday, the sixth annual ladies tea was held at FBC last night, and it was the largest crowd thus far, with over 350 ladies in attendance.
The premise is this: Many large tables are decorated by the “hostesses” (ladies who volunteer to do a table, or two) with their fanciest dishes, elaborate centerpieces, teapots, China, party favors, etc. and invite their friends and/or family to be their guests. The church provides a catered meal and entertainment. The tickets are $8 or so.
This event is done by the women’s ministry of First Baptist, and I have to say, there are three ladies in my office who don’t even hold memberships at that church, but each year (for several years running) host a table. This year, everything was in English and in Spanish, as FBC has a very large, active Hispanic congregation.
I love seeing the beautiful, creative, original tables they decorate, as well as the wonderful food and the music of 412 (formerly Shiloh). But I honestly think my favorite part about it is looking across the sea of 350-plus women and seeing Catholics, Episcopals, Presbyterians, Baptists, Methodists, Cowboy Church-goers and perhaps some who don’t go to church anywhere, all sitting together enjoying “Oh, Holy Night.”
Way to go, FBC.
I heard about some other collaborative efforts this week that warmed my heart ...
There’s a huge-hearted lady named Jean O’Connor who has been packing boxes every month for our military serving overseas and elsewhere, for years sending them goodies like socks, snacks, puzzle books, etc. She collects all the items, and at Christmas has stockings made, and sends all this in huge boxes which cost quite a bit to mail! (Jean does this each and every month, but the December packing contains Christmas stockings.)
Saturday, Dec. 1 was their packing, and it warmed my heart to see the Moms of Military support group, Vietnam Veterans of America Chapter 1009, and the Navarro County Retired Teachers all there to help with the packing!! Way to go, people!! Team Work!!
That same Saturday was the Eighth Annual Navarro County Toy Run, where bikers from clubs and individually gather for a nice scenic ride through the county, then return to the VFW where they have a meal, an auction and music. They collect toys and cash, all of which were donated to The Salvation Army to help with needs for children and families for Christmas.
Also that same day, my step-daughter’s softball team hosted a tournament at Nature Park where part of the admission fee was a new, unwrapped toy. The Corsicana Fire Department brought out a big truck and took care of the donated toys, which will find a way into the hands of a child who might not have had much otherwise.
It officially feels like Christmas to me now.
Salute to 'Mr. Derrick Days'
I can’t help but think back to the “near-death experience” that Derrick Days had 14 years ago, and how one man’s determination brought it back.
I was 29-years-old when my father died of multiple myeloma, cancer of the bone marrow. He was 53 years of age. Only hours before his death, I spoke with him. Our eyes met during that final visit, the same eye contact we had shared from my birth.
It’s about time
Some aspect of time steals quietly into our psyche in all conscious moments, and our use or abuse of it is central to much poetry, lyrics, scripts, conversations — you name it.
The Wonderlic Test
Did you hear the one about Texas A&M’s “Johnny Football” Manziel testing better than all the other quarterbacks in this year’s NFL Scouting Combine? No, this is not the start of an Aggie joke.
Work Out? Bite your tongue!
I've shared this before, but it bears repeating. I'm a lot like my late, dear Daddy … whose idea of “working out” was a good, brisk sit.
Amen, Daddy. Me too.
Letters to the Editor for Saturday, April 12, 2014
Thanks for service
To the Editor: The Blooming Grove Elementary School would like to express appreciation to several individuals and businesses that for three years have provided a “free” vision exam and eyeglasses for many of our students.
Uncle Mort: For the Birds
Personal experiences racked up across three-quarters of a century — including yips and yaps at lecterns spanning five decades — offer positive proof that many times, utter silence is preferable to spoken words.
For many years, in a previous life, I had somewhat of a reputation as a master-of-ceremonies and I stayed relatively busy at that avocation. I never met a microphone I didn’t like
Gotta love a small town
There's so many things to love about living in a small town. Why just last week I got to hang out with my ex-husband, his folks, his wife and baby at the Youth Expo. Then just a day later, I got to see my other ex-husband and his wife at the hospital, when one of our daughters got sick and landed there.
Weird foods on our shelves
The Atlantic magazine reported recently that sales of frozen pre-packaged dinners are falling and Nestle is considering selling off its Lean Cuisine food line.
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