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Getting married
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Rebecca Ervin and Jewell Wiser visited Pam Page and Jeanett Redmon.
Charles Ayers spent a few days in DeKalb Community Hospital.
Ronda and Tim Young were Sunday guests for lunch after church with Sue Arnold.
Wayne and Jone Ferrell of Woodbury visited his mother, Louise Jones, recently.
Those helping Brittney Linn celebrate her birthday on July 20 with a big birthday dinner were Faye Adkins, Jorden, Nicole and Christian Cripps, Doris Linn and Brittney and Arson Linn.
My cousin T.J. White passed away at NHC Sunday night.
Christine Arnold and Jean Patton, Billy Sutton, Sue McCoig, Michelle Patton and Ali Patton visited Ruth Sutton recently.
Linda Ferrell attended a birthday party for Zach Martin who turned nine years old. He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Tom Martin. I wish him many more.
Get-well wishes are extended to Charles Lowe Cantrell. He had a gallstone surgery recently and is doing well.
Dot Rogers visited Pat Walls recently and helped her break beans.
Sympathy is extended to the family of Haskel Hawkins Jr. in his tragic death.
Mr. and Mrs. Jorden Melton and Peggy Agiee visited Lu Autry Malone recently.
Visitors of Betty Wilson were Betty Byford, Dianne Evans, Faye Adkins, JoAnn Pittman, Sue Arnold, Randy and Ellie Vaughn, Marie Walls and Earlene Olsen.
I enjoy reading in the Smithville Review about young couples getting engaged or looking at their wedding pictures. I know that most young couples today have more opportunities than J.D. and I did back in 1946. Those today probably have either bought or rented a house, purchased furniture, and, of course, they likely have good jobs.
When J.D. and I got married in the spring of 1946, we spent our honeymoon and first week as man and wife with his parents, Mr. Floyd and Miss Della Vaughn, who at that time lived near McMinnville on a farm owned by Will Bullard. Mr. Bullard lived in DeKalb County. In fact, he was the sheriff. 
My new in-laws made me feel welcome, but I wanted a place of our own. We moved into a two-room house at Bratcher’s Crossroads near Centertown. J.D. had an old car which he traded to Al Puckett in the Young Bend for a team of mules, thinking that the mules were more important for us to be able to farm and make a living.
Mama gave us six hens and a rooster. Miss Vaughn also gave us some hens. Both mothers also gave us some quilts. Mr. Floyd gave us a milk cow. Of course, we needed milk and butter. So I did a lot of churning. We lived on milk and cornbread along with eggs and things we grew in the garden. 
I never once thought that we had a hard life. Being raised as a sharecropper, my new life was just what I expected: farming, growing almost everything we needed, canning what we could,  killing hogs and a beef each year.
As I wrote before, I am proud that young couples today don’t have to begin their new life as we did nearly 70 years ago.