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TVCC to host
‘Aging Gracefully’conference
Special to The Monitor
ATHENS–Trinity Valley Community College will host a Protective Services for Aging Gracefully Conference Tuesday, May 16, in Athens.
The day-long event will feature sessions covering a range of topics important to senior citizens and the disabled, as well as those who work with or care for them.
The conference and barbecue lunch are free to attendees who register by Monday, May 1.
Contact TVCC at (903) 675-6212 to register or for information. Space is limited.
The conference is jointly hosted by TVCC, the Area Agency on Aging of East Texas, and Adult Protective Services for Region 4.
State Rep. Betty Brown has been tapped as a guest speaker to kick off the conference, and experts in their respective fields will lead the break-out sessions.
Topics to be covered include protecting your assets, legal issues from the Office of the Attorney General, legislative updates, community care services and guardianship program, exploitation of the elderly and disabled, Medicaid and estate recovery, prescription enrollment plans and more.
“These issues affect a lot of people in one way or another,” resource and external relations specialist with the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services, Gerald Burks said.
“Even if it doesn’t impact us directly, so many of us have a family member or work with someone who will be affected by something we’ll cover at the conference. It’s important to be informed, and that’s what we’re trying to provide,” he added.
The conference is scheduled to begin with registration at 8 a.m. in the Orval Pirtle Administration Building in Athens.
Break-out sessions are scheduled in various locations around the campus throughout the day, and the conference is schedule to conclude at 3:30 p.m.
Attendees may qualify for six continuing education units (CEU) credits and may elect to receive a TVCC certificate.
Anyone wishing to receive CEUs will need to contact TVCC for information and will need to fill out the appropriate paperwork.

 

As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney

The pulley bone . . .
I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what happened to the pulley bone.
Maybe you’re like one of my grandsons when I explained what I was referring to.
He said, “Why, Grandma, that’s a wishbone.” Maybe so these days, and maybe it was back then come to think of it!
Well, anyway, a few of us got to ponderin’ the question sometime back.
How all the kids would squabble over who got it when we had fried chicken.
It wasn’t often there was only one to fuss over at our house.
Mama usually cooked two or three young fryers, ‘specially if she knew company was comin’.
On Sunday the preacher and no tellin’ how many others were with us often.
I don’t think the pulley bone was the favorite because of a better taste. There really wasn’t much meat on it.
It was the V-shaped bone that was left that held everybody’s attention. Whoever grabbed it first and ate the meat would then get one of his (or her) friends to see who could break one of the ends off first.
And the one who did it was supposed to get married first!
Since there were no records kept, I can’t say whether it worked or not!
My father-in-law was the oldest of eleven, and his nickname was “Boze.”
He used to tell how it was growin’ up–way back.
One of his favorite tales was one of the many times the preacher was at their house for Sunday dinner, in the middle of the day, you know.
All the men folks were gathered ‘round the long table, enjoyin’ the big meal on a white table cloth.
And he was standin’ by the door frame, peepin’ ‘round watchin’, hopin’ there would be some left.
Several of his smaller brothers and sisters were huddled behind him, hopin’ the same thing.
Finally, what seemed like hours, the preacher leaned back in his chair, smacked his lips, wiped his mouth on a napkin and declared, “Sister Toney, you sure set a fine table. I do believe that’s the best friend chicken I’ve had since I was here last time. I certainly enjoyed my portion.”
One of the little brothers asked, “Boze, what’s a portion?”
His answer was, “Looks like pert nigh all of it to me.”
By the way, my father-in-law grew up to be a preacher–and he always ate his portion of fried chicken.
As I was saying, I’m thinkin’ what happened to the pulley bone?