Wednesday’s beans ’n greens ’n other things:
SHE WAS a beauty and she knew how to love.
Those were my first two thoughts this past Friday when I learned of her death.
Bobbie Jean Williams Christopher was one of eight sisters and a member of the Class of ’49 at Ohatchee High School. I was the Class of ’52, and she was one of the “older girls” who didn’t even see the “youngers” like me.
One truth is if you knew a Williams girl back then, you probably had a crush on her. The brothers, four of them, belonged in the handsome class. They were and are a remarkable family.
But Bobbie Jean had eyes for just one, a Curt Christopher whom she married in the late 1950s.
“Knew how to love” is a fit for Bobbie Jean. She and Curt were married 60 years before he passed away in 2009, but Bobbie Jean kept right on loving her Curt.
Until declining health caught up with her a few months back, Bobbie Jean went to see Curt every day at Anniston Memorial Gardens.
After the visit she would have lunch at Chef T’s and her sister, Vera Sue (Diffie), said “She was there so often when they saw her coming they’d go ahead and fix her plate.”
If you’re a believer, you know that she is now visiting with Curt forever ...
“Experts made the Titanic, amateurs made The Ark.”
“You are not too bad to come in, you’re not too good to stay outside.”
THE YEAR was June 15, 1956, and Bob Broom had finally talked a lovely young lady by the name of Louise to visit a preacher with him. As of this past Friday, that was 62 years ago.
Both worked at the old Classe Ribbon which became Offray and both retired in 1974.
Hold tight, “kids” and keep on going. You’ve “done good.”
BIRTHDAYS: June 1 — David and Billy Joe Willingham; June 2 — Charles Marsack and Abby Quinn; June 10 — Nick Hafley; June 17 — Steve Burt, Jerry Harris, Aiden Lloyd and Joseph Turner; June 19 — Ronald Broom.
A QUOTE from Alabama coach Bear Bryant on why he hired C. M. Newton as his head basketball coach:
“Fellas, he was the only basketball coach I could find who wasn’t crazy as hell.”
In using that a week back, there was a remembrance of the late Doug Johnson, a really outstanding basketball coach at Anniston High for a number of years.
I had the pleasure of covering Doug, but he wasn’t always happy with the way I did it. Truth is Doug didn’t think I liked him. A further truth is he didn’t think anyone liked him.
After he retired, he called one day and started with:
“I know you don’t wanta talk to me ...”
A few years later, when Doug died, I went to his visitation at K.L. Brown in Jacksonville. The line was up the middle aisle and out on the sidewalk with people coming to pay their respects.
When I left, I thought (out loud);
“Doug, wherever you are, I hope you can see this.”
Truth is, Doug was one of my favorites ... and of so many others, too.
But another truth is basketball coaches are of a different breed ... and in my years in the toy shop a lot of fun to cover.