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From the Doctor’s Office

From the Doctor’s Office

It’s been and interesting week of patients in Watervalley. Oni Kinser came in Monday with a black eye. Florence, his wife of twenty-plus years had given it to him, accidentally. It seems that while the two of them were in the garden, Florence, who is rather wide in the hips, was bent over picking green […]

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The Skinny Dippers

The Skinny Dippers

  Margie Reynolds came by Monday morning requesting to see me in my office. Margie is forty-two and gave birth to her second child, Cybil Ann this last December. Given that she and her husband Larry’s oldest child, Martha Lynn, graduated Vanderbilt in April, Cybil Ann was the definition of a bonus baby. Margie was […]

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April 2014 Community Calendar and Events

April 2014 Community Calendar and Events

April Community Calendar and Events April 3. Watervalley Green Thumb and Garden Club Monthly Meeting. This month’s meeting will be at ten o’clock in the conference room at the Memorial Building. Margie Reynolds will give a short presentation titled, “The Misunderstood Rutabaga: Why it should Turnip in your Garden.” Please bring a dollar to cover […]

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The House Call

The House Call

Luke Bradford only had a couple of quick errands to run this last Saturday before catching the start of the football game at eleven. He left the house at ten, thinking everything would take an hour, tops. By then, he would be on the couch, well stocked with chips and a cold brewski. His alma […]

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The Offering Plate

The Offering Plate

Reverend Joe Dawson had tried really hard not to let it bother him – the whole screwy tithing that Hiram Snodgrass was pulling – but over the weeks, it had started to get the better of him. By minister standards, Joe was new to Watervalley. He had been the pastor at Watervalley First Presbyterian for […]

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The Prom Dance

The Prom Dance

It was a pretty sleepless night over at the Satterfield house last Friday. Prom was less than twenty-four hours away. Karen Satterfield was a graduating senior, and this Prom would be her last. But she wasn’t the one who couldn’t sleep. It was her dad, Barry. It all started on Tuesday morning. That’s when Carl […]

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