By Voda Beth Gradine
The PHS Class of 2019 will be the 103rd class to graduate from Post High School since it has been a school district. Many people have walked across the different stages or the football field to shake a hand and receive their diplomas from 1917 to this present week. Other people graduated from Post even earlier, before it was certified an independent school district.
The first graduates I could find were Marshall Mason, Ollie Weakley and Elizabeth Knight in 1913. After Mason graduated, he stayed on in Post and started his own business which was Davis-Mason Furniture Store and Funeral Home. He ran the businesses until his son-in-law James Minor took the store and funeral home over and changed the name to Mason Furniture Store and Mason Funeral Home. He operated it until he sold to their cousins Dee and Janet Justice, when the name was changed again to Justice-Mason Funeral Home and the furniture store was closed. Ollie Weakley also stayed in Post and became one of the bankers of the First National Bank. The old red brick building on the corner of Main and Ave I, is where Ollie worked. Ollie and his wife Kate lived in Post all their lives. The Weakleys did not have any children. I don’t know anything about Elizabeth Knight.
The 1914 class consisted of only 2 people, Ira Lee Duckworth and Miss Doyle Bridges. Ira Lee Duckworth was also a banker at the First National Bank. Everyone knows his children and grand children. His daughters were Frances Lee Camp and the beautiful lady living in Slaton, Mary Margret Norman. Grandchildren living in Post are Judge Lee Norman, Nancy Gordon and Mary Ann Wright. I don’t know much about Doyle Bridges except she married Jeff Justice.
Many things have happened during graduations through the years. I’m sure many things went on in the earlier years that I don’t know anything about. But there are several hijinks that happened since the 1980’s we can all remember and laugh about. There was one person that was told he could not walk with his class. He decided he wanted to anyway and went out on the football field to join his class after they were all settled. Bobby Dean chased him around the field until he finally got the guy off the field. Another year one of the graduates mooned the audience during graduation. A real different graduation was when the high achieving class surprised everyone when they walked out on the field in very colorful tennis shoes. Almost the entire class had bright spotted, striped or polka-dots tennis shoes on, except one girl that was barefooted.
The weather was a problem a lot of the time. There were many times the classes would practice on the football field, only to hurriedly move everything at the last minute to the auditorium. The afternoon the Class of 82 graduated, Post almost washed away. It thundered and lightened most of the afternoon, so right at the last minute graduation was moved to the auditorium because the football field was under water. The closest thing to a tornado Post has ever had came the afternoon before the Class of 89’s graduation. There were some people that never could get to town for their family members graduation. I’m sure my class was not the only class that a storm came up while we were out on the field. My class, Class of 68 had their Baccalaureate Service on the football field. When we walked out the sun was shining and it was HOT. About the time Brother McGuire, a parent of one of my classmates started his sermon a cold front blew in. We all had shorts and sleeveless tops on, so we got COLD. One of the mothers, sitting in the stands had a sun dress on. She was freezing, until another mother offered her a sweater.
I’m sure everyone has their own memories of their graduation. Sit back take a break and think of those special times when live was easier. Congratulations to the Class of 2019!!!
“American Holidays: Memorial Day” by Connor Dayton
“The Wall” by Eve Bunting
“The Poppy Lady: Moina Belle Michael and Her Tribute to Veterans” by Barbara Elizabeth Walsh
These three easy books are available at the library to help adults explain to children the purpose of Memorial Day.
Celebrations, parades and donning the red poppies symbolize remembrance for the sacrifices and courage of our American soldiers. Many of the Allied Nations also share in Memorial Day celebrations, especially the wearing of the red poppies in remembrance.
Any donation given to the American Legion Auxiliary for a red poppy will benefit our veterans and their families.
Memorial Day is recognized this year Monday, May 27th.
“In Flanders Fields” is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician and Lt. Col. John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died during the Second Battle of Ypres.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
– Lt. Col. John McCrae
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Last week I was running errands, and occurred to me that I love being home. I am a homebody, but I don’t mean my actual house, but this community.
I went to the grocery store and got teased for actually getting out of the house, rather than sending my list with Dicky.
I went through the drive through at the bank, and made small talk with friends working in the window while they took care of me.
Everywhere I stopped, I knew some, or most of the people I encountered. With each person I met, were different exchanges, whether it was a quick “Hey”, catching up on the latest gossip, or teasing each other with an old inside joke. But they were all common in that we met one another friendly and very informally.
The “home” part of it isn’t just that I knew all these people. It is the relational, homey way we greeted each other.
When Dicky walks in the door, we don’t greet each other like long lost family. I am so far from June Cleaver, it’s not even funny. I don’t greet him at the door with my hair perfectly coiffed, a kiss on the cheek, and, “I’m so glad you are home, Dear. How was your day? Let me take your coat.”
I’m more of a Roseanne Conner kind of person. “Hey Babe. Did you stop by the store?”
Likewise, when I greet my friends, they don’t get a formal, “Hello. How wonderful to see you. ” (Even though it usually is.)
With my people, it’s “Hey, Girl! What’s up?”
I have friends that are a little more “publicly correct”. (Is that a term? Like being”politically” correct?) Some were raised that way and it is actually their true manner. I’m not faulting them for that, at all. However, most know to expect a more slangy- twangy informal response from me.
I should clarify, my parents are much more “publicly correct” than I. I do know better. I just don’t always DO better.
Where am I going with this? Why do I have a problem greeting people with a formal salutation?
It’s just not me. I feel like if I treat everyone like a friend, then the next time I meet them, we will be!
In turn, if I greet them in a more formal fashion, then our relationship remains formal, therefore, in my mind, fake. Anyone that knows me will agree that I am about the least formal person on the planet.
Y’all, but seriously… I worry about the impression I emit. Sometimes. “Maybe I was a little too silly.” “Maybe that wasn’t businesslike enough.”
Then I remember, I was real.
Though I could really rock a nice sparkly crown, I can be royal, without being regal.
If making people feel at ease, like they are welcome, and making them feel at home, gives them a bad impression of me, that’s on them.
I only get one chance to make a first impression. May as well start with an honest one. I’m sure the crown won’t fool too many.
Miss Missing Sock Day?
Did you know May 9 was Lost Sock Memorial Day in the United States? Makes me wonder if other countries also observe May 9 or if they prefer a different date.
I’ve been fascinated with lost socks and mismatched socks (if I may pair those topics) since about 1955 when a comic strip character appeared wearing socks of different colors. Someone pointed out the obvious. The character said he had an identical pair at home. Ha.
Today I think a mismatched sock fad is afoot.
My rural Internet connection lasted just long enough for me to confirm it’s a trend in some circles, apparently among Millennials. Good for them. I typically blame Millenials whenever something goes wrong, calling them out for their passiveness, ambiguity and lack of attention to detail. Of course, they’re not listening. But regarding socks, I applaud Millennials for the bold stroke of genius. Their sock fad caught me off guard. But I like it.
Of course, if you’re gonna wear mismatched socks, it’s like holes in jeans. Not every mismatch is acceptable. They must clash just right. Still, it’s a step in the right direction. Maybe someday a toned-down version of the fashion will allow pairing of all mismatched socks, including some that almost match. Socks like that hang out in our laundry room. I’d like very much to put them back in service. They look so sad.
The late Erma Bomback once wrote about socks without mates. She theorized that somewhere there was a lonely sock club for the lost ones. I hope she was right.
As for May 9, is it really Lost Sock Memorial Day? My source was credible only in the sense that he makes himself sound believable. I’d better investigate.
ANOTHER RESEARCH PAUSE.
Sure enough, this special day has been around for years. And just in case you’re as uninformed as I, here’s how you’re supposed to celebrate:
Toss your single socks.
Really? That’s like euthanasia. I’m not ready for such a drastic measure. I’ve got single socks that date from the previous century. You might say I’m running a home for single socks. And now thatI’m married, my husband’s single socks are spending their last days there too.
Why can’t all the people who feel compelled to write stuff about Lost Sock Memorial Day come up with some better ways to observe the holiday than simply tossing mate-less socks? Where is our new National Religion in the scheme of things? I’m referring to Recycling.
Why not sew together single socks for mufflers for indigent people in cold climates? Answer:
Because indigent people mostly live in the warm climes of the world. And I don’t blame them. But even in Texas, you can use a muffler in the winter. Or a sock quilt.
So let’s remove “Memorial” from the name and observe the day by giving new life to single socks.
Motto: Socks Alive!
Celebratory food tradition: Sock-It-To-Me cake.
I can’t help but say it’s a darn good plan.
The term “cooking greens” refers to a group of leafy green vegetables from several different plant families that are distinguished by their pungent bite and abundant nutrients. For many years, cooking greens were primarily a staple of Southern-style cuisine. More recently, likely because of their nutritional merits, cooking greens have grown popular throughout the country. Greens have also found a new and appreciative audience at farmers’ markets.
To reap the highest nutritional rewards from leafy greens, look for the darkest greens. Many types of intensely colored leafy plants—especially kale, collards, and others in the cabbage family—are rich in beta carotene, vitamin C, vitamin K, folate, and other substances that may help protect against cancer, heart disease, and a host of other conditions.
Cooking greens are also good sources of fiber and of various minerals, particularly iron and calcium. For particularly good sources of calcium, collards and turnip greens top the charts. In some countries, including many in Asia where vegetarian diets are more prevalent, many people rely almost entirely on greens for their calcium intake. They are rich sources of beta carotene, an important health-promoting carotenoid.
People who take blood-thinners such as warfarin (Coumadin) are sometimes told to avoid greens with Vitamin K. In fact, they don’t need to shun these greens. It’s more important to keep a consistent diet, and eat greens moderately, regularly. Don’t suddenly switch to a diet high in greens. If you take blood-thinners, the National Institutes of Health suggests eating no more than ½ cup a day of chard, collards, kale, mustard greens, or spinach.
When it comes to storing, wrap unwashed greens in damp paper towels, then place them in a plastic bag. Store them in the refrigerator crisper. Sturdy greens, such as collards, keep better than delicate greens such as spinach.
Cooking greens are nutritious and delicious in spicy salads, frittatas, and soups or simply sautéed in olive oil.
Whether serving them raw or cooked, wash greens before using to remove any remaining soil. Trim off any roots, then separate the leaves, and swish them around in a large bowl of cool water. Do not soak. Pinch off tough or inedible stems.
Try a few of these serving suggestions for cooking greens:
Stir finely shredded greens into brown rice for the last 15 minutes of cooking. Remove from the heat and let sit covered for another 5 or 10 minutes. Stir in minced sun-dried tomatoes and toasted sunflower seeds.
Make a healthy burger. Stem whole greens, finely chop, and mix with ground turkey breast (about 3 parts turkey to 1-part greens). Form the mixture into burgers.
Make a greens and potato frittata. Steam, then chop the greens. Cut a cooked potato into small cubes. Sauté an onion. Season with salt, pepper, and a bit of cooked, crumbled bacon. Pour beaten eggs over the mixed vegetables in an ovenproof skillet. Cook on the stove for a few minutes until the egg mixture sets, then finish by baking in the oven for about 15 minutes. Enjoy.