>From "Our Town This Week..." An Open Letter to Mr. S. R. Granberry Since you have been housed in for several weeks getting your system back after surgery, thought this might be a good way to get you all posted on the doings in "Your Town." You will be glad to know that the bank bunch is so busy they hardly have any time for visiting and you have to be there just at the right time to catch Albert with a mug of coffee in his hand. ... You will be glad to know, also, that Mrs. Mac, Gertie McMichael, had a good time all the weekend before last with the gathering of her family. It was the first time all ten of her younguns were together in many a year--though they come often by the family groups. Ten children and twenty-four grandchildren and Mis' Mac takes them all so easily. The family had gathered in Dallas on Friday night for the wedding of James Rigsby, Jr., the first of the grandchildren. He married Patricia Morgan of Dallas. Then on Saturday, eighty-three descendants of the J. W. Ewing family met in Garland. ... While I was watering the flower patch up town last week, Pat enjoyed a visit with Mr. W. H. Swindell. Mr. Swindell was on his way home from the farm where he had dug a bucket of sweet potatoes. They are good ones, too, as we were given a nice sampling. Mr. Swindell said he was the oldest man over at the Homecoming. He is ninety-one--but who would think it? He talked of when he worked on the county roads with mule driven graders, etc. The workmen would spend the nights out on the road for the trips in to town were too time consuming. He said he stayed at the Lacys once. ... The kids' ball game last Friday night was quite exciting. When Childress caught the ball on the first kick-off and went all the way for the "home run," we sat up and took notice the rest of the game. WE even made the sports page, The Dallas Morning News, with Harry Childress' seventy-yard run and Jerry Taylor's PATS for two points. ... Good news! Just found out that Mr. Granberry goes to town more than we do and knows more news no doubt. He sees to his "store" an hour or so late afternoons and is doing fine now. Anyway, this column is written for this week. (By Mrs. Lois Lacy Lewis, September 17, 1965, The Celeste Courier)