By Janice Bilbrey
As the song goes, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas; everywhere I go.”
The same can be said of winter. All the leaves that were still on anything I had are now gone, blown away with the wind and then there’s the ice I had to break so my dogs could drink. I even had to wear something with long sleeves. That was a first for me since last winter.
Sam brought us another pretty good meal that everyone enjoyed. We all ate until we got our fill then most hurried home for a much needed nap.
Our group was of thirteen and they were Raye Spivey, Sandra Spivey, Alma McCurry, Helen Hawes, Lonah and Bob Walters, Joe Brown, Bobbie Reynolds, Linda Watson, Jane Carpenter, Pat Jones, one unnamed and myself.