“You are never too old to set another goal or dream another dream.”
— C.S. Lewis
Some people who never seem to age have late July and early August birthdays: Carol Carlisle, Renee Snead, Kelli Davis Jenkins, Alvin Thompson, Judy Rogers Beard, Cindy Hill Davis, Kevin Gilbert, Tidbit Cloud, Charlton Giles, Jonathon Cason, Jennifer Weems Clarke, Glenda Hicks and Linda Hamilton. Happy birthday!
Keith Owens, who was driving in to work the other morning, happened to see a family holding hands in a circle outside in their driveway, praying. It’s the little things.
Deandre Ruffin came in third in his “heat” at the semifinals in track and field in Canada for the Gadsden Burners. That’s like nationals, everyone. Go, Deandre!
Glen and Jan Nelson are welcoming their darling new great-grandson, James Rhett Bailey.
Good luck, Tiffany Ballou, embarking on your 25th year of teaching. I hope that it is as wonderful as you are! Do you remember “Summer of the
Monkeys?” I always think of you when I think of that book; I remember that dreams really do come true.
Mule Day will be hosted by Collinsville Trade Day this year. Come on and join us on Labor Day. We’ll have a blast!
Twelve-thirty-seven, July 28 — little Charlie Gard of Great Britain has died. A small thing as people go, but a huge thing for mankind.
School starts before you can turn around; the clamor and clanging of bells and children running and playing will once again be heard in our neighborhoods.
The early mornings will be populated by the children who slept in all summer.
Is the start of school a time marker for you? It has been for me for 69 years, since I started to elementary school when I was five-and-a-half years old; when my mother and I went up to Miss Ala Maude Smith’s shiny desk, cleared of messy first-graders’ papers and told her my name. I have loved school ever since.
From the polished waxed floors to the glistening lunch room on the basement floor, I always have loved school. My goal always was to help other kids love it, too. You remember how it smelled? All clean and fresh? How they kept it that way, even when hundreds of small feet tramped over it in all kinds of weather?
Do you remember Mrs. Todd, the city schools’ art teacher? And Miss Mertie May Moore singing in perfect tune to her little “pitch pipe?”
Have you given a moment’s thought to those sweet days when you played in the pine straw and built play houses and forts amid the giant pine trees, never giving a thought to tomorrow or next year or any time but THEN and NOW?
How carefree we were then! Under the protecting pine trees, there to hold our memories, where our children could find them, as we left them ... on a day between summer and fall, somewhere, ‘round town.
Glenda Byars is a correspondent for The Gadsden Times. Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org.