I’ve covered a lot of high school football games– cold, hot or wet, or sometimes a combination, but Friday night was one of the worst.
Joel and I spent a few days in Phoenix last week at a newspaper convention. We left one hot climate for another.
Temperatures there were well over 105, and it felt like it to me. There was no humidity, but when it’s over 105 anywhere, it’s just hot.
Whenever I speak to a group of elementary students, I always leave enlightened. Monday morning, I spoke about newspapers to daughter-in-law Whitney Bailey’s 1st grade class at Calhoun City elementary school.
We were so sorry to hear of the death of Mrs. Viola Beckett Friday night. Although she was 87 years old, it was unexpected.
I told Addi Claire Sunday afternoon that her princess bicycle parked on my front porch had a flat tire and she would need to get her daddy to fix it.
“Show me,” she said.
One of the biggest crowds of the year was on the Bruce Square Thursday night for Throwback Thursday Farmers Market followed by Meet The Trojans.
It’s great to see the square such a hub of activity after-hours.
After more than 20 years of countless failed attempts, I successfully made my Grandmother Denley’s “Family Favorite Meatballs” Sunday.
We came home Saturday from the Neshoba County Fair with loads of dirty clothes, some leftover food and memories to last a lifetime. It was our 25th year, and we are already making plans for next year.
After 25 years at the Neshoba County Fair, we have a couple of mainstay recipes– must be cooked every year. My yearly duty list includes Taco Dip and Sausage Pinwheels.
As a general rule, I don’t ride amusement park rides, for the simple reason that they make me nauseous. I have never been one who could get on any and every one of them and now limit myself to only the ferris wheel. And sometimes that makes me sick.