Tecumseh news: March 21, 2018

I enjoy hearing from my friend Elda Edwards over at Ocie. She keeps up with me through my items in the paper. She wrote to me recently that she had been outside digging Jerusalem artichokes. Elda and I took our emergency medical technician training together many years ago. We had instructors come down from Springfield to teach us. That was back when Junior Peters alive. Elda wanted to be able to take care of people who were guests at her Turkey Creek resort, and I worked for the ambulance awhile.
I had a call from Donald Hathcock in Texas. He subscribes to the Ozark County Times and gets our local news. It’s good to hear that our columns are enjoyed when there are reports of happenings in our community. Donald remembers the past years when he was a visitor in our home. He grew up in the Bakersfield area and is a cousin of Robert Huse’s mother. He told me he has had some crippling strokes, but the weekly paper encourages him to keep reading. I want to keep him in our prayers.
A thought to remember: Don’t wait for your message to be an epitaph on your tombstone.
Martin Luther in the 16th century wrote, “I am much afraid that schools will prove to be great gates of hell unless they diligently labor in explaining the holy Scripture, engraving them in the hearts of youth. And I advise no one to place a child where the Scriptures do not reign paramount. There is no such thing as neutral education. It is either godly or godless.”
I’m hoping to be able to attend church on Easter. In years past, we always enjoyed the sunrise service and looked forward to it.
I hear occasionally from Amy and Dennis Galyardt, who now live in Alaska since selling their home in Tecumseh.
My granddaughter Dana Davis Taylor celebrated her birthday on March 17 by going to the Ronnie Milsap concert in West Plains with her friend Tonya.
Best wishes to Dana’s mother-in-law, Bonnie Taylor in West Plains, who’s recuperating from a leg injury.
I was happy to get to do a little shopping at a store in Mountain Home after a doctor’s appointment Monday. I was glad the store had a wheelchair I could use to do my shopping.
I’m enjoying all the Easter lilies in my yard – or as some call them, jonquils.
Sympathy to the Earlene Crisp family. Earlene and I were a year apart in high school.