Hello from South Logan, what a gorgeous week. Love, love, love this weather. Makes you want to get out and get your hands dirty cleaning up after such a long and cold winter. I see a lot of people cleaning up around their yards and homes. I encourage each of you to get out and get your property looking it’s best. That encourages people and businesses to want to locate here when they see the town has a good sense of pride in its appearance. If you are having trouble getting your place cleaned up, call city hall and we will see it there is a group that would help you in getting it done.
Tickets for the first Strawberry Festival Derby Dinner are available at City Hall. This will be held on May 3rd and will be the kickoff for our 68th annual Adairville Strawberry Festival. Tickets are $20 each for Steak, Baked Potato, Salad, Roll, Drink and Dessert. With it being Derby Day and a Derby theme we are encouraging all ladies to don their hats. There will be an art exhibit and auction from some of our local artists. We are hoping to have a horseshoe tournament also. This should be a fun night so get your tickets early so we can get a good count on the food. Charles Brindley has already promised some prints and note cards of his work.
Red River Meeting House is holding its 6th annual Blanket Trade Days this Friday through Sunday. You can set up your yard sale as well. There will be a community dinner on Saturday evening at 5 p.m. followed by Round Robin at 7 p.m. Then on Sunday morning there will be worship service at 10 a.m. For more information contact: Tom Ruley, 270-586-7632. The weather seems to be good for the weekend so go out and enjoy a little history lesson while visiting with all the blanket traders.
Charles Brindley informed me that his workshops have been filled to capacity in March and is looking forward to 2 more weekends in May. Jennifer is gearing up to start back with her kid’s art once a week and blacksmithing classes may begin soon. Alexander and Hamilton have been getting the barn ready for this. I also understand that the old one room Johnson School will soon be moved to town on the Brindley property. What a great asset for our town. He also says the property on N. Main will be done very soon. The one thing that his clients from Nashville would like is a bed and breakfast so that they could stay overnight on Saturday and have dinner. They love our little town. So, if we have any enterprising residents out there that would like to start a bed and breakfast, give us a call and maybe we can help.
Paving is beginning to start in Adairville and I know some of you have been contacted about the fiber optic project that Logan Telephone will begin in the next few months. Things are happening. Maybe not as fast I as would like but in God’s time. I keep praying, sending out letters, making phone calls, and going in unconventional ways to get a grocery here. So far nothing has clicked. Wrote a letter to Dollar General about maybe a Dollar Market and got a call the next week. He thanked me but they have 3 more years on their present lease, so the only thing they can do is try to add more things there. I explained that the managers there have done quite a good job in fulfilling our needs but really there is not enough room for any more items. He assured me he would keep my contact information. If anyone has an idea or lead, let me know and I will follow up.
I know that a lot have had allergies and sinus problems. Both Sarah and now Sharon have suffered terribly from this seasonal malady. Keep all the sick in your prayers this week. Danny’s mother has been moved to Creekwood, so remember her and continue to remember Bro. Bill Cowan and Miss Effie, also Ann English.
Danny seems to have a serious problem this week. He can’t quit smiling and talking about his trip last weekend to Indianapolis. I can’t imagine why. He got a ticket to the playoffs on Friday night and Sunday afternoon, thanks to Phillip Neal, who also went. It seems they shared a box with some Louisville fans who told them they were going to be dancing all the way back to their hotel. When all was said and done, Danny told them you may be dancing but it would be backwards, not going forward. They apparently thought he was a real funny guy. Glad they weren’t violent people and we got Danny back.
The Coffee Bottom Gal (take 3)
Now I’ve already told you about my maternal family, well Christmas with them lasted a full week. To refresh your memory, there were 6 siblings of my maternal grandparents living. We would begin on Christmas Day going by both of my great grandparents’ house for food and fellowship. We usually went first to my dad’s parents, then to my mom’s. Then the week of fun would begin. Each of the six siblings would have supper during the next week and everybody would come. Now as I’ve already told you, I did not come from anything resembling wealth, so most of the houses were just big enough for their families but when you threw 5 other families in, I still don’t know how everyone got in those houses. One room was designated for the men to play cards. They played a game called Pitch or High Five. Now the doors to that room stayed closed and if you ventured into the room, it was extremely hard to see or breathe because of all the smoke. Our mothers wanted to keep us out not only because of the smoke, but the language tended to get to many four letter words. All these sisters would get together during the weeks before Christmas and make a fruit cake, banana cake, and coconut cake. Then during that week, they would contact the first one having their dinner to find out how many cups of beans (usually pintos) to cook. I guess that determined how much of everything to make. The spread would be put out and the shifts would begin. You only set 6 to a table, so the men would go first, then the children, and finally the women. And no one had enough dishes for this many people, so dishes had to be washed as each shift got finished eating. Now this whole process took all night so there was lots of time for playing. One of us kids would always bring firecrackers, which Mammie, (my great grandmother) hated. We didn’t much care for the firecrackers but it was an excuse to get a cigarette from our dads to light the firecrackers. After about 2 smokes each, we were so cold, it was back inside time. The older boy cousins would catch one of my uncles that hated the firecrackers and make sure they waited till he came outside to throw firecrackers at him. Back inside we would put 45s on the little record player and listen to the new records they got for Christmas. Also, lots of talk because we all went to different schools. Simpson County, Robertson County, TN, and Logan County. It was always fun to see the differences in the way things were at each of the different schools. Your cousins were your first friends and I hate we don’t have that today. I went to see the last sibling of the second generation, which is my great Aunt Pearlie, a few days ago at the Franklin hospital. She is 98 years old and so many fond memories flashed before me as we sat with her. I miss those fun times.
So many of our must have conveniences have taken away some good times. The front porch, the yard, the street, all places for people to meet or stop and chat. It’s either too hot, too cold, or your program is on television. Kind of sad.
A hui hou kāko
“May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand”