We are doing a little spruce up work on the front of The Journal office. The railroad ties that lined the parking lot had started to rot, and we wanted a fresher look.
I wish I were organized enough to plan meals in advance, but it rarely works that way at my house. Often I find myself looking in the pantry, thinking “I really need to use that before it goes out of date.”
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.