Wednesday’s beans ’n greens ’n other things:


OK, WE’VE got two stories for you this morning about Chilton County peaches.

1. The peach truck will be here 6 a.m. Friday, at Regions Bank in Oxford.

2. Ken Easterling will not be with the peach truck.

The rest of No. 2 is Ken’s son Kenyon will be at the wheel. Riding shotgun with his dad will be Ken’s grandson Crawford, an eighth-grader.

The story behind that story is Ken’s daughter, Shelley Easterling Hayes, is retiring from Jemison Elementary after 32 years of teaching kindergarten and a party in her honor is scheduled at the school for Friday.

“I thought about coming up there hoping to sell out in time to get back here, but that would be a push. Shelley said she wanted her daddy at the party and I’m going to be there.”

Bottom line there is love of daughter ranks above love of peaches. And it should.

But Kenyon is no stranger here. He has made countless trips over the years with his dad, riding shotgun most of last year due to health problems with Ken’s wife.

Good news is Faye’s doing fine and will be back in the passenger seat this season.

For the record, this will be the 66th year for Easterling peaches in our town.

First came up there with my dad (Leon) in 1952. I was 10 years old.”

Anyway, bottom line is Chilton County peaches will be at the Regions Bank in Oxford at 6 a.m. Friday.

See you there.


THERE SHOULD a parade this week in Oxford for Harold and Bobbie Dulaney Sparks.

Way, way back, like in another century, a couple of high school sweethearts held hands, kissed, and said “I do.”

That was May 21, 1952, and Harold and Bobbie are still holding hands, kissing, too, I would suspect.

If you’re counting, that’s 66 years, and if that’s not special the word is not in the dictionary.

One other little item:

The two were married in the afternoon and then graduated from Lincoln High School that night.

True romance, people, true romance.


THIS IS from U.S. Sen. John McCain, who is in a losing battle with brain cancer, on why he went home to Arizona to die:

Verbatim from the ’net:

“I want to smell the rose-scented breeze and feel the sun on my shoulders,” McCain wrote in an emotional passage about how he hopes to spend his final days at his Arizona retreat near Sedona. “I want to watch the hawks hunt from the sycamore, and then take my leave bound for a place near my old friend Chuck Larson, in the cemetery on the Severn (River), back where it began.”

McCain chose the U.S. Naval Academy Cemetery over Arlington for his last landing. It was from the Naval Academy that McCain went on to become a Navy fighter pilot and was shot down over Vietnam, where he spent five years in a POW camp.

If that doesn’t get to you ...


QUOTABLE: “Don’t steal! The government hates competition.”Unknown


BIRTHDAYS: May 21 —  Charity Williams and Butch Hathorne; May 22 — Kathy Harden; May 23 — Luke Waugh and William Barker; May 24 —  Allecia Mullins; May 25 — Zachary Terrio.



Dean Sausage is not as good as Tennessee Pride. Neither is it as good as my grandfather, the late Rev. George D. Cobb, made.

— He who dies with the most toys, still dies. Got that one somewhere ...


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