Watson Family members Hubert (left) and James (second from right) are pictured following their concert last night. They are joined by fans Jack Vaughan and Judy Murphy Staggers.______________________
This has been a great week for gathering with old friends and listening to some good ole gospel music that would have made Elvis turn green with envy.
Our gang (which is growing with each year) visited an old haunt last night. We traveled down a dark and winding road to the Grigg’s camp house at Walker’s Lake. Only folks from The Point will know about Walkers Lake – the place we used to go to “watch the submarine races” if you get my drift.
Joining Marie and Norma and me were our “old” high school English teacher Anita Keys (second felt left) and my neighbor Brenda Chambliss (center) who freely admitted West Point natives are way more fun than her native Starkvillians! Nita – who I still call Mrs. Keys – is only a couple of years older than us and she seems to have discovered the fountain of youth.
Earlier in the week we celebrated our “girl’s Christmas” with lunch with Pam Cook Dedeaux, standing. I haven’t seen Pam since graduation night and she is as delightful as ever. Below Olivia Catledge Portera, Ann Edwards Gatlin and Ruthie Stafford Weathers joined in celebrating the holiday season.
But back to the Watsons – they’re all brothers and sisters who have been singing together since they were mere children in their little country church. Now they perform frequently in venues around The Golden Triangle They invited us to sit in on a rehearsal which turned into a full blown party.
Everyone brought finger food and we sang along to old standards like ‘I’ll Fly Away” and “He Touched Me.” James Watson capped off the evening with a version of “American Trilogy” which left you weak in the knees. Or maybe it’s James that left us weak in the knees – right Marie? (She told me if I didn’t leave him alone she was going to jerk off my wig. Now that’s just MEAN.)