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ACROSS THE RIVER
EVERYONE HAS A DOLLY STORY: It’s been fun listening to Dolly Parton stories this week. There are area residents who attended her concerts. Do you know that Dolly did a concert in Thibodaux? She walked the streets of New Orleans in a Second Line and tasted some of the best food in the country right here in the Crescent City. Some saw her unexpectedly while vacationing at Dollywood. She truly was a woman loved by all. There was a short television segment which showed people around the world mourning Dolly’s death and singing her songs. Although they might hear in other languages their English “Jolenes” were strong yet sorrowful. Her fans were across generations, from teenagers to octogenarians. There has never been a political, religious or other person in all of history who was as loved and respected as Dolly. She spoke her truth always. She loved, respected and accepted all people. She wasn’t snagged by prejudices, hatred, or criticism. She knew who she was and lived exactly as she wanted. A singer, songwriter, philanthropist, businesswoman, collaborator, with the most generous heart, she gave so very much of herself and her funds for all sorts of things. More than a million children have their own little home library before they start school thanks to her Imagination Library. In her final days, even though her body was breaking down because of cancer, Dolly kept giving by telling the oncologists and other specialists to use whatever experimental cancer drugs they wanted to on her since she was dying anyway and their experimental use on her might help to save others. Thank you, Dolly. In a world filled with all the negatives that we can imagine, we should all strive to be a Dolly.
Hearts In Touch
As my dad and I drove past Dependable Storage he said, “That’s a nice-looking building.”
Hearts In Touch
And just like that, all nine of my grandchildren are back in school. They range in grades from PS2 to Ninth and occupy desks at three different schools. As much as I am able, I will attend Grandparent Days, Lunch with Loved Ones, and every other program to which I am invited. However, most of the time I will not be on their campus, but my prayers will. In addition to lifting the names of my own family members in prayer, I pray for their teachers and administrators. These educators, the people whom God has selected to be in my children’s lives, receive my support and daily prayer.






