Memories of New Years past

By: By Connie Porter - Contributing Columnist

Happy New Year! We’ve been doing a lot of talking of the past, I guess what brought it all to my mind is that Charlene and Dennis were going to the Shrine New Years Eve Party in Greenville, Saturday night.

My husband and I did a lot of that during the holidays, when we lived in Michigan. The men in his group would wear their kilts (because they were in a Scottish Group), with tuxedo jackets, and they all looked so handsome. The ladies wore the long gowns and we felt glamorous, for one night. Well many nights, because each Shrine Group had a holiday party, that we were all invited to. It always seemed to snow or ice while we were in the party, so driving home would be slow and cautious.

One year we came to visit during the holidays, and couldn’t make it home before the New Year, something happened to the car. So we were invited to the Shrine Club in Chester for New Years. I worried that I didn’t have anything to wear, but found out this party was very casual, and we had a ball. Everyone there was very friendly and didn’t put on airs, like our Northern friends, at these affairs. And they might have thought that about us too.

I worked in an 8 operator shop, we would start at 4:30 am on News Year Eve, because some of our customers had to work at their jobs half a day, so we would do them before they went to work. One year, I remember calling a cab, cause my car wouldn’t start, he couldn’t get me up close to my job, so I walked about a block. Believe me when I say this did not stop our customers. They all had us do these really fancy updo’s and everyone of them had to have glitter sprinkled in their hair. then when we got out of work we had to hustle to get to our functions. Here, we all want to stay home and enjoy the fire works. Happy New Year!!

Dogs Barking

Barking!! Some of you want to complain about the barking dogs, anonymously. I feel safer with the neighbors’ dogs, cause when they bark, there is usually someone walking around that might not need to be there, especially late, late at night.

When they start at 3 in the morning, I go out and look around, and sometimes I see someone. Who is out at that time? They could be casing your place, so if all is quiet, you don’t know that someone might be stealing something of yours. You’re probably not a happy person, and don’t like anything. Stop being grumpy, be a happy friendly neighbor, that we all might want to look out for you, also.


My sympathy goes out to Betty Goode’s family, who has just passed away. Also we just lost Buck Latham, sympathy to his family.


I hope you all had a Merry Christmas. Things went kind of smooth at my house, I tried really hard to behave and not ruin the day. My daughter told me I ruined Thanksgiving, so I better not ruin Christmas. But I had to cook a Turkey dinner with dressing, etc. Because I went on strike at Thanksgiving and did not cook the traditional dinner. I didn’t say a word, just went about my business and cooked, and cleaned up the kitchen.

I also guess I’ll be poorer this following year, because I’m having spaghetti and meatballs for News Year Day. I tasted black eye peas one time while I was on a visit down here, and I’ve never tasted collard or turnip greens. When I first got married my husband asked me not to ever cook collards, cause he said they stink up the house. Well he didn’t have to worry about that, I’d never heard of them. I guess the ground is too cold to grow those. Well come to think of it, when it comes to turnips, the northerners eat the root and the southerners eat the greens. My father was amazed when the neighbor here threw the turnip away after picking it out of the garden.


OK, I’m through with reminiscing. Let me find a New Years joke, since you’ve listened to all my junk.

A New Years resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other.

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.

Well it’s time to say good night. Call at 864-545-6652.

News Around Lockhart

By Connie Porter

Contributing Columnist