Monday, August 18, 2008

Mom's Story - Installment #18

Well, it's time once again for some more of Mom's story. We've had some good rain, and now are enjoying some wonderfully cool temperatures. For August in Oklahoma, this is really a BIG deal. We were burning up a couple weeks ago with 100+ temperatures, so this is a welcome relief.


So, enjoy some more of Mom's story. I'm afraid we're getting close to the end.

JB


Now it’s Memorial Day weekend. There’s lots of traffic and we had a nice rain. On Saturday we went to the Italian Fest in McAlester Oklahoma. I called Mr. & Mrs. Tom Hathcoat and they met us there. We had spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and salad. Bill walked around the grounds and Joan and Carolyn looked at the crafts. Tom and I were slow going so we sat under the tent and listened to the bluegrass music and visited. We were glad to see each other. He was glad to meet Bill and Joan also.

I hurt the next day so didn’t do much all day.


On June 5th. we went to the Octavia Church, and then came home and picked strawberries. We froze a lot and made 3 batches of jam. Then on Tuesday night we went to the monthly singing in Mena. We got home about 10:00 o’clock. Joan is teaching the Books of the Bible at Day Camp. My leg still hurts. Dr, Maxwell gave me some medicine for it and I have to go back in July.


Got a note from Donna that the people didn’t take the farm, and also that Greg and Dawn were in their new house. However, I found out that Tom Wiedmeyer wanted the farm. I was so happy because I wanted him to have it all along. He’d been renting the land from us for a long time already.


The end of August there was a big hurricane in New Orleans. Katrina. I watched the news on TV and it looked so terrible. So many people are out of their homes. One lady came to this area and stayed with us a couple nights while she decided where to go and what to do. Her home was gone and she couldn’t even get back in the area to check on her pets that had to be left behind.


On the 3rd. of Sept., Sunday afternoon, the helicopter stopped across the road. They loaded a lady from church who had had a massive stroke. They took her to Ft. Smith where she died. I was very sad as I liked Ramona a lot. The funeral was on Wednesday. Joan had to play for it and sing a song.



Well, that's it for this time.


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