Happy birthday this week to: Robert Dyer - April 27, Megan and Morgan Searcy and Norma Thompson - April 28.
We Eagles are sad at the passing of Mrs. Peggy Towery last Saturday at the age of 86.
Daisy Blackmon celebrated her past birthday with family and friends at the West Saline Community Center last Sunday afternoon.
Donnie McClellan is engaged to Marie Crank of Texarkana.
Last Thursday's initial community development meeting went well with about 25 people in attendance. Herald editor Britt Tallent MCed the discussion and we examined what the attendees thought were the strengths of our community, our weaknesses, and where we want to be in a decade. Further plans are afoot.
One interesting thing brought up was a desire to have a sort of home town festival... perhaps based around the Battle of Marks' Mills. I remember now some of the school yearbooks from the 1950s showed some pictures of a halloween parade through downtown New Edinburg. I'll see if I can't scan and share them later.
Speaking of Marks' Mills: last Saturday was the 151st anniversary of that battle, and if I remember nothing else about it, I will always remember a stunt my father pulled on me when I was about 7. At the time, we lived on the Banks Road where Carlton McClellan lives now, and our neighbors were Margie Bowers and the Smiths.
Back in the 70s, the weekend trip to Fordyce or Warren was a big deal... or at least it was to me... and my Mom did her grocery shopping on Saturday morning. On that particular April 25th, as he was going to work, my Dad told me that on this day the ghosts of the Confederates killed at Marks' Mills would be marching up the Banks Road. Now, understand, I was 7. I gave up a trip to Fordyce and the comic books that would have been acquired, to stand in Margie Bowers' yard and wait with excitement to see ghosts silently marching up the road to their destiny.
I stood out there a solid two hours. At one point, Howard Smith came out of his house and looked at me. I said "I'm waiting for the ghosts to march by." He simply said "all right" and went back inside.
As you've probably guessed by now, the ghosts didn't appear, and I felt cheated. When my Dad came home, I let him know right off the bat no ghosts came by and I missed a trip to town because of all this. He stared at me in disbelief and said "Oh my God, you didn't really believe me did you?"
Be careful what you tell your children.
Go Eagles.
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