Today is very hot, but there is a nice breeze. The flowers have to be watered daily. I have lots more to set out, but not while it’s this hot. I am pleased with how well they are growing, and starting to bloom nicely. I gave up my task of mowing the lawn. It just got harder to do every time. I now have a lawn service who will be doing the mowing. There goes a big part of my exercise that I needed badly. I will not do any kind of exercise that is not needed by me. I will only do the kind that needs me. Believe me I have plenty of that kind.
Day after tomorrow will be the funeral service for a good friend whom I grew up with in Colony, Oklahoma. She and her husband with their daughter started the Clinton Jamboree over thirty years ago. They provided Western Country music in Nashville Tennessee style. Truly western without the extra nonsense. Their program included good humorous jokes, and a food bar that was out of this world. The Jamboree was very successful, and busses were arriving regularly at every meeting with senior citizens who never gave up their love for good Western Country music. Each event performed by the Jamboree included several old time religious songs that truly energized the crowd. The husband of this friend passed away three years ago, leaving a hole in her heart that never healed. She was forced by uncontrolled emotions to enter into a nursing home. I’m so glad that she now can be with her husband again. The daughter has been keeping the Jamboree alive, but the father and mother are truly missed. There is a large funeral planned for Saturday, June, 18, at the Clinton Jamboree. I attended the funeral for the husband of this friend, which was a friend also. The Jamboree building was packed, and instead of crying everyone was rejoicing. The music was making everyone want to shout. The end song while everyone passed by and viewed the body was, “When The Saints Go Marching In.” I will miss Cindy’s wonderful jokes about what she was expecting heaven to be like, and the songs that no one could sing as good as she. I don’t believe no woman on earth ever worked harder to make people laugh and enjoy themselves. She climbed tall ladders decorating the ceilings of the large auditorium like only Cindy could do. It was a beautiful place. Nothing fancy, but decorated to the hilt. I told her daughter the last time I was there that she was so much like her mother. She paused a moment while I finished my statement. Your mother was the craziest friend I ever had, and I loved her so much for being that way. The daughter looked at me and said, “the nuts don’t fall far from the tree.” God bless you Elwinna, and Cindy, I will remember you as long as I live.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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