For those not lucky enough to have been raised in rural Clay County Mississippi, Tibbee Creek and Turkey Hill are familiar points of interest. Typically a quiet community, the Girls of 65 moved in this weekend and picked up the pace….and the noise level. (Above is the morning after.)
We had planned to go “earthing” and spend the night under the stars, hiking and such, but Mother Nature decided to confine us to the great indoors. We have a brand new “cabin” with all the amenities of home, courtesy of Frank Portera. It is a beautiful place overlooking a lake with horses grazing outside the door and a porch that wraps all the way around the structure.
For entertainment we hired an artist to come out and give us art lessons. See? We sometimes do “cultural” things – it’s not always about dancing at juke joints and gambling at the casino.
For starters we sketched a pair of pears which we all decided looked like droopy bosoms turned upside down.
But art lessons aside, we rushed into West Point to be with our “sustah” Beth Hooker Herron who lost her mother on Friday. Miss Wilma was 91 and a charmer. She loved us all like her own and a visit to The Point often included at stop off to have refreshment and good conversation in her kitchen. Her funeral will be Tuesday at 11 at First Baptist so we will hang around a little longer to celebrate her life.
We also celebrated our journey down “Route 66” which began this year as we all turn 66. It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without our friendship to get us through the rough spots, celebrate the victories and help each other keep our memories alive. LC, Betty Lynn, Carolyn, Beth, and Olivia, we missed you and are already planning our next outing which will be a trip to Pass Christian next month to visit Hazel.