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Waller Funeral Home Staff DIVERSITY "Mama Sally" Rosson "Mama Sally," Bob Rossons grandmother, became a part of our family, as did Bob, in 1978. She died on September 4, 1999, at the age of 93, after a long and full life. Her name was Sally Kate Rosson, and Bob and Beth honored her by giving their daughter that same name. But to Bob and his three brothers and their children she was always lovingly known as "Mama Sally," and we picked up on calling her that from the beginning of our acquaintance. When our Sally Kate was born in 1983, she was the first little girl born into the Rosson family in 74 years. Mama Sally declared she couldnt wait to buy little ruffled panties. She had waited through one son, four grandsons, and two great-grandsons. When Mama Sally could attend a football game with the Rossons, she wanted to be among the first in the stadium. When she could not attend, she listened by radio. She was an avid supporter of Ole Miss. Mama Sally enjoyed walking when she visited Bob and Beth. She walked pertly and wellalways seeing the interesting things in the world. Perhaps her walking came naturally from having walked the halls of hospitals as a nurse. She began a life-time nursing career in 1926, having trained at Baptist Hospital in Memphis immediately following high school. She retired in 1974 from Holmes County Hospital, where she had become Director of Nursing in 1948. Although our family had not known her in her role as nurse, as Sally Kate and I talked after Mama Sallys death, we agreed that to have her lay her hand on a brow with her caring concern would have been a strong medicine. And her radiant cheerfulness, when appropriate, would have carried much healing power. All of the wonders of todays world of medicine do not take the place of the care and concern which were a part of nursing during Mama Sallys career. Bobs father, Robert, is an only child, and Mama Sally was a widow for 47 years. There must have been some lonely, difficult times, but she never dwelled on these with her family. Recollections of her are all happy ones. When Bob and his three brothers visited her, they enjoyed with Mama Sally her favorite television programs of wrestling and Lawrence Welk. When Mama Sallys health began to fall, we were all saddened. She had been a lovely Southern gentlewoman with a personality that endeared her to all. She had a perpetual twinkle in her eye. She was attractive, vivacious, and enthusiastic about her life and always interested in the lives of othersespecially her family and friends. She was a devout Christian who loved the Lord and expressed this in service through the Durant United Methodist Church. As Sally Kate and I talked and grieved at her death, we remembered all the happy times with her. Mama Sally had a locket with Sally Kates picture in it. Robert and Betty (Bobs parents) wanted Sally Kate to have the locket and also some mono-grammed jewelry. Sally Kate treasures these. Mama Sally was a blessing to us all. We feel granddaughter Sally Kate has a special legacy in bearing Mama Sallys name and in having had her as a part of her life for almost 16 years. We share our thoughts of this dear ladys life as a tribute to her and as a memento for our own dear Sally Kate. Patsy Waller ATTITUDE The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home. The remarkable thing is, we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past.., we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. And so it is with you. . we are in charge of our attitudes. Charles Swindoll Tommys Gift A replica steam engine puffs down Main Street. The sign on the side says, "Steam the Bobcats!" The first and second-graders come marching along, dressed as trappers. Their raccoon hats bob as they enthusiastically scream, "Trap the Bobcats!" The teenage king and queen wave politely from the back of an antique Jaguar. Local politicians throw candy and shake hands. The fire truck and ambulance sound their sirens, causing boys to wave and babies to cry. Merchants advertise their businesses and throw candy to the crowds. Its home-coming, and the crowd is excited, talking and laughing. A group of horses holds up the rear of the parade and a hush falls over the crowd. All is quiet. A horse follows another, but it has no rider. A pair of boots dangle from the saddle. A hat sits on the horn. "This rides for you, Tommy" is written across a small pennant on the saddle. Tommy. The crowd is instantly reminded of an eighteen-year-old who lost control of his car in the early morning, perhaps after falling asleep, returning home from a party. Tommy, so young, so enthusiastic to start college, so devoted to this family, his friends, his baseball team, his horse. So tragic was his loss the day before, after several weeks in a coma. But Tommy really isnt totally gone. He leaves behind a kidney. A kidney that was put into our bus driver to replace her failed kidney. Her daughter would have donated one next month, but through Tommys gift, she is spared the trauma. But Tommys family was not spared. They lost their youngest, their cowboy, their baseball player, their "seriously playful" son. The funeral is packed with mourners. Tommys baseball team friends, loved ones, family. They gather to remember, to mourn, to comfort each other, to somehow ease their loss. Yet, in a way, we have to celebrate. While we miss Tommy, we trust he is with God. While we have lost Tommy as we knew him, we have gained a kidney for Cindy. While he lost his life, a part of him still lives giving life to another. We will miss you, Tommy. We regret the passing of your life, but we are grateful for your gift of life to another. Constance-Berg Bereavement Magazine, May/June 1998 "WHY...?" As we go about with details of cemetery arrangements, especially when some change is made in the usual procedures, we are often asked "Why...?" Maybe you have wondered about some of the following questions which we have been asked. 1. Why were the flowers laid down? Sometimes the ground gets so hard that stands cannot be pushed in. Sometimes the wind blows so hard that flowers will be blown down or blown away if they are standing. 2. Why didnt the family go to the cemetery? Sometimes the weather will not permit. Sometimes the health of family members makes it very difficult or inadvisable. 3. Why was the service at the graveside longer than usual? Either the family or the minister makes this choice. 4. Why was dirt from the grave placed on another grave? Sometimes because of space limitations around a gravesite, either seating for the family or the dirt from the newly dug grave must be placed on another grave. Putting the dirt there seems the better choice. 5. Why was a monument covered? Sometimes a monument is covered to protect it from soil being placed nearby. 6. Why does the funeral director delay beginning a committal service? Friends may have been delayed in moving to the gravesite. The family usually moves quickly to the site and can be anxious about a delay. 7. Why was dirt piled nearby covered? For the sake of appearance or for protection from rain. 8. Why was the flag folded in the chapel rather than at the grave? Probably because the family desired to have the flag folded and presented in conjunction with the playing of taps through the music system in the chapel. If you have other questions about our procedures, please feel free to ask. Waller Funeral Home Staff KEEP YOUR FORK There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her preacher and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like to have read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the preacher was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "Theres one more thing," she said excitedly. "Whats that?" came the preachers reply. "This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." The preacher stood looking at the woman not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesnt it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, Im puzzled by the request," said the preacher. The woman explained, "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, Keep your fork. It was my favorite part because I knew that it meant something better was coming... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and full of substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder Whats with the fork? Then I want you to tell them: Keep your fork. . . the best is yet to come.'" The preachers eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye. He knew this wouid be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than even he did. She knew something better was coming. At the funeral, people were walking by the womans casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "Whats with the fork?" and over and over he smiled. During his message, the preacher told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told the people about the fork and what it symbolized to her. The preacher told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and he told them they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh-so-gently that the best is yet to come. Author Unknown BOOK RECOMMENDATIONSSHORT DEVOTIONALS Just as we sometimes need a little snack to take us through a long morning, afternoon, or evening, so we sometimes need a little dose of spiritual hope and encouragement to carry us through the day. The following devotional books are recommended for that small moment of uplift or for a short uplifting moment to begin or end each day. Beside a Quiet Stream: Words of Hope for Weary Hearts, by Penelope J. Stokes. Published by J. Countryman, Thomas Nelson, Inc., Nashville, Tennessee, 1999. Best-Loved Passages of the Bible: A Devotional, a collection of devotions by pastors, authors, editors, speakers, and others published by Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis, 1997. Do Not Lose Heart: Meditations of Encouragement and Comfort, by Dave and Jan Dravecky with Steve Halliday. Published by Zondervan Publishing House, Grand Rapids, Michigan, 1998. Gods Little Devotional Book for Moms, a collection published by Honor Books, Inc., 1995. Wisdom from the Psalms: 365 Days of Wisdom and Encouragement, by Dan Dick. Published by Barbour & Company, Inc., Uhrichsville, Ohio, 1994 .Somehow, not only for Christmas But all the long year through The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. John Greenleaf Whittier IN MEMORIAM We dedicate this issue of Seasons to those who died and whose families we served from August 21, 1999, through November 14,1999. Mrs. Debbie Tatum McLarty / August 21, 1999 Mrs. Mary Ann Nolan Harris / August 23, 1999 Mr. Clayton Rand Leard / August 23, 1999 Mrs. Julia ONeal Davis / August 26, 1999 Mr. James H. "Bunky" Barner, Jr / August 27, 1999 Mr. Linburn S. "Lynn" Evans / September 1, 1999 Mr. Eugene "Possum" Smith / September 2, 1999 Mrs. Eugenia Franklin Holcomb / September 3, 1999 Mr. Van Pat Oswalt / September 9, 1999 Mr. William Thomas Gunter / September 13, 1999 Mr. Michael William Seligman / September 13, 1999 Mr. William Prentiss Young / September 17, 1999 Mr. Earnest Earl Tidwell / September 23, 1999 Mr. Austin Tyler Hood / September 24, 1999 Mr. Bill Andrew Hannaford / September 28, 1999 Mrs. Hazel Jarvis Hurdle / September 30, 1999 Mr. John Frederick Carrington / September 30, 1999 Mrs. Vera Walker McCoy / October 1,1999 Mrs. Yonnie Downs Hollowell / October 2, 1999 Mrs. Gaither Garrett Murphey / October 2, 1999 Mr. Leland Stanford "Lee" Moore / October 4, 1999 Mrs. Mary Fortner Harwell. / October 7, 1999 Mrs. Lorine Ferrell Bonds / October 8, 1999 Michael Austin Welshans / October 9,1999 Mr. James Quinton Hall / October 10, 1999 Mrs. Joyce Carwile Daniels / October 11, 1999 Mr. Robert Edgar Johnson / October 14, 1999 Mrs. Nettie Mae Parks Mayfield / October 14, 1999 Mrs. Elizabeth Harris Chinault / October 15, 1999 Mrs. Mildred King Kellum / October 15, 1999 Mrs. Mary Patterson Hem / October 18, 1999 Mrs. Verdie Fowler Pierce / October 22, 1999 Mr. Freddie Lamar "Jiggs" McCord / November 2,1999 Mr. Weldon Wayne Brown / November 3,1999 Mrs. Blanche White Jones / November 4, 1999 Mrs. Rose Pearl Wood Bailey / November 5, 1999 Miss Anna Belle Langford / November 7, 1999 Mr. Clytie Bishop Jones / November 9, 1999 Mr. Jeffery Lee Henson / November 9, 1999 Mrs. Lavenia Logan Crowson / November 11, 1999 Mrs. Velma Wilson Sparks / November 14, 1999 |