Editorials

I've reached the stage of life where I'm excited about commodes.
Part of me wishes that wasn't so, but part of me wishes a lot of things. I wish my wife's cats would mind their own business, especially when she's out of town and I'm trying to keep the laundry going and there's a question for a few seconds about whether Junie B. Jones (Cat #2) is experiencing a fluff and dry cycle.
We are currently trying to catch up on "deferred maintenance" at our house. This is a term companies and organizations use when they haven't taken care of stuff like they're supposed to. Usually the money for maintenance is wasted on non-essentials.

Many of our readers have fond memories of Nashville's good ole' days. Though I didn't grow up the town limits of Nashville, but rather rural Nashville, we visited frequently.
One of the first things to come to my mind includes my mother and I dropping by Nashville Drug Store after a visit with Dr. High. We would enter from the side door to hand over a hand written paper prescription to be filled by the famous pharmacist, Ernie Wooten. I recall, as a youngster, watching Mr. Wooten behind the counter, with a pipe hanging from his mouth as he filled the medication bottles. And of course how could anyone forget Mr. Buck Henry at the cash register.

American Revolution Patriot William Battle was honored in 2017 with a grave marker dedication by the Halifax Resolves Chapter of the Sons of the American Revolution (SAR)
Battle is buried in a family cemetery at a home on Cooper Road in Nash County.
Battle was born around 1758, most likely in Northampton County, the son of William and Mary Battle.

This photo published in The Nashville Graphic on Sept. 14, 1976. The Nashville Methodist Church began its week day school for three and four-year-olds that week. Pictured is a class of four-year-olds under the supervision of Bettie Phillips, director of the program.