I’ve never thought of myself as a materialistic person, but I have been appalled at all the things I have accumulated in the course of a lifetime. Following an attack of Guillian Barre’, an auto immune disease of the extremities, and six weeks of hospitalization at Hot Springs, Ark., we realized I could no longer live alone, and I moved into a one-bedroom apartment at Baptist Village.
At first I took only the barest of necessities with me, but gradually, I added to my furnishings from my too-large-for-me home at Byng. Eventually, I came to realize that I needed to dispose of the furnishings for which I would never again have room.
My granddaughter, Dawna Michele, with her husband, Tom Reeves, and 17-month-old son, Paul Thomas, was visiting from Baltimore, Md., so that seemed a good place to start. I invited them as well as my adoptive daughter and son-in-law, Abby and Richard Barron, to help themselves to whatever they wanted. Next I contacted my sons, and their families: Tim and Loyce from Hot Springs, and Ralph and Darla from Madill and Ardmore. They came up and each took a truckload to their respective homes.
Since there was still a great deal of furnishings left, I called my two nieces, Cindy and Amy Krosp, Oklahoma City, who had spent six years of their childhood with us to see what they could use. They made a good-sized dent. Now my sons need to come again and we need to dump what is left. Perhaps there will be enough left for a yard sale. When the house is finally empty, there will remain the selling or renting of the dwelling itself, which I also dread.
Many years ago I started collecting music boxes. Eventually, I had two curio cabinets filled with every sort of music box imaginable. I also collected cobalt blue glass ornamentals. Nobody I know is the slightest bit interested in either of these collections. Somehow it seems a little sad that the accumulation of a lifetime is of little or no value to anyone except me. Some of the things have sentimental value only. For example, I have school yearbooks for all the years I taught at Byng. Maybe I’ll check with the librarian at the school.
I’m more than a little annoyed that someone hooked on to my large flatbed trailer and hauled it away. It was valued at about $600. I had told a former student he could have the scrap metal that was loaded on the trailer which included old appliances my late husband had accumulated and that he could use the trailer to haul away the metal. I hoped he had borrowed the trailer to transport the appliances, but several weeks have elapsed, so probably not.
Dale Dunagan, pastor of New Bethel Baptist Church, was able to come to church Sunday morning. He has finished with his first round of chemotherapy and radiation and has had an MRI to assess the condition of the brain cancer for which he had surgery a few months ago. Dale will go for evaluation this week.
Dave Jackson received the welcome news this week that his lungs are cancer free. Immediately after he took his fourth chemo treatment he and Jodi pointed their motor home toward North Carolina where the high temperature daily is 80 degrees and the low is 60 degrees. They expect to spend the next two weeks there. He will continue with two more chemo treatments over the next six weeks.
All of us at Baptist Village are shocked and saddened at the sudden death of Mamie Farnham. She had surgery recently for a skin cancer on her leg. It apparently became infected and got into her blood stream.