Traipsin’ Round Town & Beyond

Lynne Cunningham, provides a view from the community.

The “Life is a Stitch” knitting group garnered a crowd of stitchers and wannabes at their workshop for knitting and crocheting on January 25, 2014.  In spite of the windy, very chilly day, about 18 people showed up and proceeded with gusto to delve into the handiwork.  The Life group brought instruction books, catalogues and mittens scarves and shawls to show the finished product, which could be knitted out.  Expert guidance in knitting and purling was given by Rebecca Garavett, Sandra Mayo, and Pat Sims.  The crocheting coaches were Terri Cournoyer and Lisa Forster.  Among the participants were Grace Eaves, Susan Adcock, JoAnn Brandt, Darlene Bane, Delma Holdiness, and Martha Mills.  Judy Sanders had planned to come but she was laid up with a cold.

Valentine’s Day is on the way.  Don’t forget to pass out some sweet messages to those you love.

The Mississippi Symphony presented a romantic candlit concert, Mozart by Candlelight, recently at Belhaven’s Performing Arts Center.  Candlelabrii lined the stage with flickering flames numbering in the hundreds.  And First Baptist Church in Jackson was the setting for an amazing piano recital given by eight church musicians, master piano players, performing on 8 grand pianos whose tops have been unscrewed to show off the faces of the pianists and the inter-workings of the instruments.  It was exciting and inspiring to hear their coordination in music.  The grand finale was Stars and Stripes Forever by John Philip Sousa.

Many of my friends have February birthdays; Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and William Jefferson Clinton. But birthdays abounding for local ladies amount my friends are Betty Lawrence, Belle Forster, Yvonne McMillin, and JoAnn Brandt. They met at the Lake to celebrate and wish each other happy birthday recently. B. J. Kelleghan couldn’t come although she is a February birthday girl, because she had an unfortunate accident and broke her wrist.

The First Presbyterian Church of Louisville is gearing up for their 175th Anniversary celebration to be held March 22 – 23. Visitors are expected to gather and join in for the worship service on Sunday and fellowship on Saturday.  Mr. Ligon Duncan III, Chancellor of Reformed Theological Seminary, formerly minister of First Presbyterian Church in Jackson, will preach the sermon at the worship service and on Saturday night a special concert will be given by master pianist Alexander Moutouzkine.  Mr. Scott Philips, minister of First Presbyterian, Louisville has cast a watchful eye over the long range plans taking place for many months now, but insists that members have done yeomen’s duty in bringing all the plans together for this landmark occasion in the history of First Presbyterian Church, founded in Louisville in 1839.

Thanks goodness we have not had freezing rain to wreak havoc on our power lines although we did have some anemic snow flurries on Tuesday a week ago.  I’m always amazed when our southern neighbors have more snow and sleet than we do.  My friend Barbara Ann Parker of Purvis (south of Hattiesburg) said her dog Gizzamo who lived in Las Vegas for 10 years was so tickled with their snow fall that he begged her to make snow ice cream.  Barbara stays in touch with Louisville happenings through her kinswoman Coleen Wright.  And in Tuscaloosa, Hallie Jean Frazier Blalock, L’ville native reported being snowed in for several days due to snow and ice.  She called me to say she mailed my birthday card in time but the mail truck couldn’t get out of Tuscaloosa for several days.  The best homemade bread I’ve ever tasted was delivered to me by hand by my neighbors Pat and Tim Sims. Dee Dee  Byrd caught them at church and asked them to bring it to me.  It was scrumptious.  Dee Dee outdid herself in baking this sweet basil, cardamon delight of sustenance.  Marveen received a cinnamon loaf baked by Dee Dee and hand delivered by Rachel Brownlee, Marveen’s neighbor.

The Souper Bowl was a disappointment to many in our neck of the woods cause we were pullin’ for Peyton.  But since the Ceehawks hadn’t  won in 30 years, I guess it’s only fair that the underdog forge ahead to victory this time.

The LHS Supper Club met at Market Café on Saturday February 8.  A good crowd gathered to reconnect and catch up on the latest. Among the L’ville attendees were Peggy Causey, Johnny Sharp, Belle Forster, Yvonne McMillin and Joe Hancock.

Ruth Warner told me a tall tale about my cuz Doug Cunningham when he was a standout football player for LHS.  In his senior year there were some fans who wanted him to sign with Mississippi State and others pushing him to sign with Ole Miss.  A few State fans conspired to kidnap Doug and take him to Starkville coercing him to sign up as a Mississippi State football player.  But Jack Warner, an Ole Miss fan, found out about it and snuck Doug down in his basement hiding him out until the conspirators despaired at not finding him and finally gave up in desperation.

And I’ve got a short but factual tale for you about Doug’s dad, my Uncle Julian.  He was County Superintendent of Education and responsible for the pick-up and delivering of new school buses when the county made a purchase.  The point of pick-up was at the Bluebird Body Co. in Highpoint, N.C. As a treat for the kids in the family he’d let one or two of us travel with him on the train and drive back in the bus.  When my time came I was about 11 or 12 years old.  It was my first train ride and I was delighted to see the outside world from the window of the train.  A little country girl’s eyes can really get wide with wonder.  On our way back when were driving in the school bus and hit HWY 15 in north Mississippi, Uncle Julian pulled over at a country store and parked.  He asked me if I would be willing to drive a spell for he was extremely sleepy all of a sudden.   He had let me drive a tractor a time or two and I felt quite confident I could manage a bus.   So I got into the driver’s seat with wide eyes, courage in my heart and proud to be called on in need.  He coached me on the clutch and I steered that wide-bodied Bluebird bus about 30 miles on two lane Hwy 15 toward home.  Uncle Julian sat in the first row where the rail was in front of two seats and rested his head on his arm draped over the rail.  Of course we met very few other vehicles on HWY 15 and had no untoward happenings wending our way home.