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  • 7/27/2019 Clydene Overbey...Going Home Again, Really?

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    BOOK FAIR Pictured is Sally Acord assisting a stu-dent in the book fair held at the Ozark Elementary lastweek.

    by Clydene Overbey

    I decided about seven or

    so years ago that I again

    wanted to see the house

    where I grew up. My Daddy

    died in 1985 and Mama moved

    into an apartment a few years

    later. I had not been back. The

    house no longer belonged to

    my family, so I just didnt go.

    After Mama died, I felt I

    just had to go there again to

    reconnect with my childhood.

    The feeling grew so strong

    that I could resist no longer.

    One day I took my camera and

    decided that I must do this no

    matter how hurtful it may be.

    Everything looked so dif-

    ferent on the way that I began

    to wonder if I was even on the

    right road. These just couldnt

    be the roads I walked and

    played on all my life. I missed

    the turn because I didnt rec-

    ognize it. How in the world

    could I get lost in an area that

    I knew every inch of? I knew

    for a fact that the house was

    still there and surely they

    hadnt moved the roads!

    I drove back and forth for

    what seemed like hours. I was

    too stubborn to turn around.

    Besides I was so lost by then

    I didnt even know how to turn

    around and leave. I didnt see

    a thing that I was familiar with.

    I came to a house that

    looked familiar, but the road

    sure didnt. There should be

    deep ditches. Wasnt this

    where we used to wade in the

    ditches? Well, my goodness,

    there is Hall Parks Store. Whyin the world would they move

    that old store? How stupid!

    Hey, wait a minute, they didnt

    move because theres his ol

    house beside it. Surely they

    didnt move em both. This

    must be the road. If it is then I

    know where I am.

    I drove on up the road and

    turned on to the road that

    would go all the way down to

    the end. A dead-end road right

    by the railroad tracks.

    I was getting excited now.

    I was thinking, Im going

    Going Home Again, Really?home. I drove on down and

    there it was. Oh Lord, where

    is the neat yard? And that

    porch my daddy built with his

    own hands, that couldnt be

    it. Where are the crape myrtles

    and the walnut trees? I knew

    that was the house, but what

    had happened to it? Oh Lord,

    what have they done to my

    home? They have destroyedmy home. Oh please let me

    wake up from a bad dream.

    There was a woman stand-

    ing in the yard. I asked if I

    could look around and take

    some pictures of this place

    where I grew up. She said,

    Sure, it would be okay. I

    walked to the back and took a

    picture. Where was that chin-

    aberry tree we used to sit un-

    der? What is wrong with this

    place? This is not my home.

    Where is Daddys garden?

    The railroad tracks are not

    even here. They moved them

    too.

    I finally found the tracks.

    They were still there but the

    weeds had grown up so they

    were almost hidden. The RR

    Company or whatever it is

    called, used to keep the grass

    down because of fires.

    The big field where we had

    our fort was overgrown, the

    persimmon tree and the black-

    berry patch were also gone. I

    walked back around to the

    front, took another picture,

    got in my car and left.

    About halfway up the

    road the tears forced their way

    out and I started crying. I cried

    and cried for lost youth, I

    guess. I had tried to go home

    again and it wasnt there. I

    hadnt even asked to go in-

    side because I knew Id never

    be able to do it. I can remem-

    ber the inside of that house

    just like it was, warm and fuzzy

    memories, loving memories.

    Oh how I was wishing I hadnt

    gone down there.

    You can never go back.

    That was not my wonderful

    home at all. Nothing was the

    same. I finally realized that it

    wasnt things, and stuff, that

    was missing. No, what was

    missing was us, Mama,

    Daddy, Norman, Me, Grand-

    mas, Grandpas, Brenda, Paul

    and Auntie. We were the

    home, not the house. I cant

    get that back physically, but I

    can go there anytime I want

    to. I just have to turn my

    thoughts back to that ol

    house and all the people whomade a house a home. Thats

    what home is all about.

    Ill never go back. Those

    two pictures are still here and

    I do treasure them, but I have

    others taken when my family

    was all there. My home is in

    my memories.

    So Ive been home again

    this evening. Ive wandered

    down that lane in my memo-

    ries and gone in that house.

    Ive reflected and remembered.

    Ive smiled, laughed, and Ive

    even cried, but I went home

    again and I am refreshed and

    very thankful.I wrote this poem years

    ago when I was away from

    home and couldnt come back.

    Old Patch Out Back

    I walked along a path this

    morn that I had walked be-

    fore.

    It ends up in the woods, it

    starts at my back door.

    My Dad walked here many

    times, Mama and brother too.

    I played here as a child,

    Now Im alone and blue.

    There was where my

    Daddy sat on a fallen log.Here my brother and I

    played with our family dog.

    My Mama came here many

    times just to be alone,

    So did I, I loved it here and

    played the whole day long.

    Now this path is silent, no

    one is around.

    But if I listen carefully, God

    sends to me the sounds.

    Sweet voices of my family,

    though none of them are near.

    THANK YOU

    Thank you Ozark Elemen-

    tary students, student fami-

    lies, private donators, teach-

    ers and local businesses for

    your help with and support of

    the Scholastics Reading Oa-

    sis Book Fair held in the

    Milton Elementary School li-brary last week.

    Special thanks to our vol-

    unteers who assisted our stu-

    dents during their classroom

    shopping times, Carla Dicker-

    son, Sheila Hopper, Roxana

    Asbeck, Sally Acord, Teresa

    Day, Kristy Miner, Crissy

    Griffith, Brenda Kuykendall,

    Amber Wilbanks, Latisha

    Wickizer, Candy Bonds, Pam

    Minshew, Nikki Finney and

    Debra Post.

    Profits from book sales

    make it possible for new titles

    to be added to our library col-lection and for the addition of

    student computers or other

    technology needs to the li-

    brary. Your generosi ty and

    support is what makes our

    Ozark School District strong.

    Your support is what helps our

    students be so successful!

    Jennifer Peters,

    Media Specialist

    Daddy is gone to Heaven,

    Mama no longer lives here.My brother, hes gone too,

    with a family of his own.

    But their beautiful memo-

    ries are here and here we all

    still roam!

    Joshua 24:15 - And if it

    seem evil unto you to serve

    the Lord, choose you this day

    whom ye will serve; whether

    the gods which your fathers

    ser ved tha t [were] on the

    other side of the flood, or the

    gods of the Amorites, in whose

    land ye dwell: but as for me

    and my house, we will serve

    the Lord.

    Hill's Chapel & Other PlacesBy Audine Walker

    Hello, everyone.

    The weatherman has fore-

    cast colder weather and some

    rain this week.

    My sincere sympathy to all

    those who have lost loved

    ones, Frances Morris, Delmer

    Dickerson and James Boen.May God comfort you in your

    sorrow.

    Happy belated birthday to

    April Walker on Wednesday,

    Oct. 16. She turned 23.

    Happy seventh wedding

    anniversary to Jon and Crys-

    tal Yoder of Clarksvi lle Mon-

    day, Oct. 21.

    Congratulations to Hoyt

    and June Cloos. They cel-

    ebrated their 73rd wedding an-

    niversary Saturday, Oct. 19. I

    joined family and friends at the

    Ozark Nursing Home Saturday

    to enjoy cake and coffee with

    them. Their daughter, Pat, alsoserved cookies and soft

    drinks to the guests.

    Happy belated birthday to

    my nephew, Ron Blackwell, of

    Springdale Sunday, Oct. 20.

    I have been following the

    St. Louis Cardinals baseball

    team. They made it to the 2013

    World Series. They will play

    the Boston Red Sox who beat

    out the Detroit Tigers in the

    playoffs. Bobby Don knows

    Tori Hunter who plays for the

    Tigers. Hunters half-brother

    is Shanikas cousin. He had

    lunch with Hunter one time in

    Pine Bluff.

    Crystal, Jon and Jac-

    quelyn came Thursday night

    to get some stuff to help with

    their decorations for Hallow-

    een.

    I went to Jonetta and

    Roys Friday night to attend

    the Lamar and Charleston

    football game at Lamar with

    them. Charleston won. Seth

    had a good game. He knocked

    down the ball and prevented

    a touchdown; had some tack-

    les and racked up 30 yards.

    Others there to see the game

    were Crystal, Jon, Jacquelyn

    and Joshua. Lance and Ava

    were there from Bentonville.They spent the weekend with

    Crystal, Jon and family. I spent

    the night with Jonetta and

    Roy and came home Saturday

    morning.

    Jon and Crystal entered

    the chili cook-off contest at

    their church, which was held

    Saturday, Oct. 19. They wonthe trophy. Jonetta and Roy,

    along with Lance and Ava,

    joined them Saturday night at

    their home to watch the Ra-

    zorback game and eat chili for

    supper. Lance and Ava went

    home Sunday morning to at-

    tend church.

    I was able to attend church

    Sunday morning. I went by

    and got Trennie. Olema

    Willson was able to be there.

    Everyone welcomed her back

    after her surgery. It was our

    business meeting at Mt. Zion

    Regular Baptist Church. Our

    pastor, Elder Mark Sherrell,

    brought the message. His son,

    Luke, and wife were there. We

    enjoyed them. Karen sang a

    special.

    Joshua Gearhart was

    among the academic students

    who got to run out onto the

    football field during half-time

    between Lamar and Charles-

    ton. He is a sixth grade stu-

    dent at Lamar.

    Be Amazing recallsgrowing toy spiders

    Be Amazing! Toys is re-

    calling Monster Science

    Growing Spiders sold August2011 to November 2012. The

    soft and colorful product can

    be mistaken by a child for

    candy. When the marble-sized

    toy is ingested, it can expand

    inside a childs body and

    cause intestinal obstructions,

    resulting in severe discomfort,

    vomiting, dehydration and

    could be life threatening.

    This recall involves Mon-

    ster Science Growing Spider

    toy sets sold at Cracker Barrel

    Old Country Stores.

    Consumers should con-

    tact Be Amazing! Toys at (877)

    798-9795, or online at www.b

    eamazingtoys.com for a re-

    fund.

    Create featuresrecipes for autumn

    AETN (Conway) The

    weekend marathon on AETN-

    2 Create presents AutumnHarvest Saturday, Oct. 26, at

    6 a.m. and Sunday, Oct. 27, at

    11 a.m.

    As the weather gets

    cooler, we look ahead to har-

    vest time. Enjoy apple, pump-

    kin, squash and sweet potato

    recipes by Katie Brown, P.

    Allen Smith, Joanne Weir and

    many more.

    These versatile fruits and

    vegetables will keep your fam-

    ily wanting more! It looks as

    though this years harvest will

    be plentiful.

    Page 16 - - THE SPECTATOR, Ozark, Ark., Wednesday, October 23, 2013