Lockhart will be having our Christmas Parade on the first Sunday in December. So on Dec. 1 at 2 p.m. we will be stepping off.
If you want to be in the parade, please be at Lockhart School by 12:30. And if you want to enter a float in our contest, please be at the school at 12:30, and the judging will be at 1 p.m. by out of town judges. The plaques will be for Most Attractive, Most Original, and Best Theme. We had a nice turnout last year and hope for more this year.
All vendors are welcome free of charge. Please see Jeannie Belue or Barry Canupp for instructions on where to set up.
We will have a special handicap area for parking, but please have a tag in your window. This will be next to the playground.
The reason we are an hour earlier this year is to share the day with Buffalo’s parade which will start at 4:30. They always have theirs on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, and we have ours on the first Sunday of December. This year they run on the same day. So we worked together.
We will be having the lighting of the tree in the parking lot after the parade. We call this the Festival of Lights and it will continue at the Baptist Church, in a short ceremony, including giving out the plaques for the floats, singing, and guest speakers. Please stay and join us.
Well my book sale didn’t go as I had planned. But I did spend some quiet time and caught up on my book. It really got me out of house work and cooking.
I sold about 80 books, so this sale will continue for one month, on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, from 10 a.m.-7 p.m. and Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. and Sunday from 1-7 p.m. I won’t be pulling the books out, but you are welcome to rummage in the boxes and cupboards. They will still be 10 cents. The only books that will not be sold are the Love Inspired, by requests of my customers, but all others are yours.
It was such a shock to receive a phone call last week that Janice Allen had passed away. My sympathy goes out to her family. You saw Janice everywhere — she was Lockhart! Her funeral was Sunday.
Friday was David Gibson’s funeral, so my sympathy goes out to his family, also.
Chuck and I headed to Spartanburg, Saturday. What a trip!
So help me, I keep forgetting that he doesn’t like to drive in Spartanburg. I had to keep telling which lane to get into, and where to turn, then hurry and get into the left or right lane after you turn, because of another turn.
He just wanted to go eat and I told him he had to wait because I had some errands to run first. Well once his eyes hit on The Academy he forgot he was hungry. So we stopped and walked the aisles and he daydreamed of what he thinks he’ll get for Christmas from there.
How do you spell toad? one of my first grade students asked.
“We just read a story about toad” I said, then helped him spell it out: ” T_O_A_D.”
Satisfied, he finished writing the story he’d begun the read it aloud: “I toad my mama I wanted a dog for my birthday.”
I just picked up the Wesley Chapel Newsletter and on the front page was an article by Marty Reardon. He wrote about his best friend, who was his Granny (Margaret Montgomery).
I knew just with the title that’s who he meant. Margaret loved Marty more than a grandson, she felt she raised him as a son and you could see in his eyes how much she meant to him. Every Saturday for over a year Chuck, Marty and I would spend our evenings with her.
I always told Chuck that we didn’t know how long we would have her and there was always the future to do other things, so we all watched TV, visited, and laughed at each other, cause one of us would fall asleep while watching TV, and if it was me I might have woke myself up with one of those throat snorts. Margaret would almost be the first to nod off, but would stare at me if I was next.
Lenny tells the psychiatrist,”Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it.”
“Come to me three times a week for two years, and I’ll cure your fears,” says the shrink. “And I’ll charge you only $200 a visit.”
Lenny says he’ll think about it. Six months later, he runs into the doctor, who asks why he never came back.
“For $200 a visit?” says Lenny. “A bartender cured me for $10.”
“Is that so! How?” “He told me to cut the legs off the bed.”
Debbie Gibson’s home from a couple of months stay at Ellen Sagar. I heard that Joe Burns is coming home from rehab, also. Diane Howell is staying at her mother’s if you want to see her.
Remember In Prayer
We all need to pray for “Baby Sam,”, who is the son of Little Sam (Rev.) and grandson of Sammy Baines. Now Baby Sam is about 12 but you know how nicknames are down here.
It seems that they were frying in a deep fryer, when he reached up into the cupboard and pulled a can out that fell into the hot grease, he received 80% burns to his face and neck, when it splashed the hot grease out of the pot.
Please pray that this young man will heal and be out of pain. His grandmother is Lisa (Foster).
Well it’s 2 in the morning and I need to say good night now. Call me at 864-545-6652