2016-09-15 / The Office Cat

The Office Cat

Braves win six in a row

On a rare trip outside ­Wilkes County last week, I noticed two unusual road signs. They were not homemade, hand-written signs, but were professionally done highway signs. One sign read “Seat belts save lives.” The line under it read “John 3:16.” I couldn’t find that in my Bible. … The other sign near a lake district read “Life jackets worn; Nobody mourns.” l

I had a call from Irvin Cheney Jr. last week, asking me what to do about bees running the hummingbirds from his feeder. I told him I would check with Kay Nelms. … Meanwhile he came to visit in Washington last Friday and he and Steve Blackmon got together and decided that in last week’s column I had Sarah Sturdivant living on the wrong side of Spring Street years ago. I guess I’ll have to call Sarah and find out who’s right. l

We have all been saddened by the sudden death of John Willis, son of Marlene and Albert Willis, who was born here and graduated from W-WCHS in 1996. John was on a vacation trip to Antigua when he died. Details were incomplete early this week. l

I got “out of pocket” with the Braves when I watched the Olympics, but I haven’t given up on them yet. Hey! They won six games in a row during the last two weeks. I was surprised to see that Jeff Francoeur had been traded. He was one of my favorites from the earlier days of the Braves. It won’t be long before the World Series and then baseball will be relegated to the backseat and football will take over. I’m not a football fan, so I’ll have to find something else to watch after “Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy” go off the screen. That’s all I watch on television. l

Lloyd Johnson came back to Washington about 25 years ago and established Master’s Wildlife Services (taxidermy) on The Square. Lloyd is a master at his job and did quite well with his business. A few months ago he closed the shop. He is now moving from his home at the corner of Water and Jefferson Streets to his property on Big Cedar Road. We miss him on The Square. l

Joe Harris sent me this tidbit about his granddaughter: “The grandpa, always wanting to teach the great lessons of life, an opportunity arose with a nine-yearold looking west from the kitchen window. I asked, ‘Shannon, what’s wrong with this statement, ‘that’s a beautiful sunset?’ Her reply was, ‘The sun never sets’ So much for the wise grandpa.” Joe tells me that this wise nine-year-old is now a graduate of Washington and Lee, with a full scholarship, and working for NIH on the relationship between DNA and childhood obesity. And the grandpa rides off into the sunset, happy.” l

And here’s another “you always meet somebody from Wilkes County when you’re traveling.” Since moving to the Presbyterian Community in Clinton, S.C., Buzzy and Jo Randall have met a lot of people. Two of those are Strut and Joan Murdock, who are big Georgia Tech fans. They attended the Tech-Boston College football game in Ireland last weekend. While in the Dublin, Ireland, airport, Strut had a conversation with a fellow traveler. When he asked him where he was from, the traveler told him Washington, Georgia. Strut told the man he knew Buzzy Randall from Washington and the guy said he knew him too. The traveler was Wesley Garrett from Tignall. Small world. Be careful. l

Rain is still very scarce. Sonny Johnson at Tyrone says he has no rain to report this month. On August 1, he got 2.2 inches. Last year in August, he recorded 9.2 inches for the month of August. The year to date total for 2016 is 23.1 inches. … I got one inch that day that the hurricane passed us by and Norris Ware on Hill Street got 0.7 of an inch. l

We usually think “weddings” from about May through August or September, but some couples are now choosing the months of October and November to avoid the heat and humidity. In an old ­Wilkes County newspaper, I recently read an account of a wedding in March 1943. That was during the time weddings were held mostly in churches, maybe in homes. This one that I read was an account of the wedding of Ida Stephens and Mason Williams (you oldies will remember them.) Dr. Stephens was supposed to give the bride away. It had rained and rained all day. Calls came in to the doctor’s office from all over the county so that he was dashing around portioning out pills and plasters and palliatives right up until the time for the wedding. Mrs. Stephens had his white suit laid out, his tie and kerchief waiting for a quick change from muddy, wet clothes. The good doctor had no sooner arrayed himself in wedding finery when Bill, the handyman, appeared at the door with his eyes as big as saucers. “Miss Lucy,” he said to Mrs. Stephens in great distress, “Doctor better come quick. Nezzie cow is ready to have her calf and Dr. Smith ain’t nowhere to be found.” “But Bill,” Mrs. Stephens objected, “The doctor is all ready to give the bride away and it’s time for the wedding.” “Yes’m” Bill replied. “But the wedding can wait. The calf won’t.” There was nothing to be done but have the father of the bride shuck his white suit, don his wet clothes, help Nezzie produce her off-spring, and then rush back to give the bride away.

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