Senior Focus

    TVCC defensive driving classes with a twist
Special to The Monitor
ATHENS–Trinity Valley Community College is reviving its defensive driving school beginning in April, and it has a new twist for senior citizen drivers.
Classes are scheduled in Athens, Terrell, Canton and Palestine, and a special class is set for Tuesday and Wednesday, April 25-26, Athens for drivers 60 years old and over.
TVCC Community Services Coordinator Cindy Sims said the class for older drivers is a part of the college’s effort to meet the needs of the community’s senior population.
Instructor Gwinda Anderson, of Anderson Defensive Driving School, said the class offers senior citizens a chance to take the class among their peers in a quieter atmosphere and at a discount.
The class is set for 3:30-6:30 p.m. Tuesday and Wednesday, April 25-26, in the Community Services Center, and tuition is $35.
Tuition for all other classes are open to anyone, and tuition is $40.
Anderson said the driving school is certified by the National Safety Council meets requirements for insurance discounts and ticket dismissal.
April classes are set for 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday, April 8, in Athens; 6-9 p.m. Monday and Wednesday, April 10 and 12, at the Learning Resource Center at TVCC-Terrell; 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday, April 15, in Canton, Educate Van Zandt Building; and 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday, April 29, at the Calhoun Tech Building, TVCC-Palestine.
May classes are set for 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday, May 13, in Athens; 6-9 p.m. Monday and Wednesday, May 8 and 10, in Terrell; 9 a.m.- 4 p.m. Saturday, May 20, in Canton; and 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday, May 27, in Palestine.
For more information about the class, or to register, contact TVCC Continuing Education at (903) 675-6212 in Athens and Canton; (903) 729-0256 in Palestine; and (972) 563-9573 in Terrell.

As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney

Makin' errors . . .

I came home the other day from my daily rounds, walked into my bedroom and noticed something I didn’t understand.
Across the chair where I spend so much time was a copy of The Monitor.
I knew I hadn’t left it there, spread-out like it was.
And Mercy couldn’t have seen it or it would have been in shreds.
I picked it up and there was a circle drawn around the top part of my last column.
I was still puzzled ‘till I read in big letters “MARCH not APRIL 23rd!”
I’d not forgotten the birthday, but I’d put the wrong month!
And I’ll probably never hear the last of that error.
So since the subject has come up again and I’ve heard a number of comments and asked a lot of questions, I’ll tell a little more about the experience.
We, the baby and I, were soon cleaned up, my husband was sittin’ by my bed, my Mama and good friend were on their way to the hospital, and I had been told my other kids were fine, so I was feelin’ much better.
Another thing that gave me a lift was when I heard the good doctor tell the two helpers that when a woman had given birth to as many children as this lady (meaning me) they had better listen.
The next day we had several folks offer to be a witness if we wanted to sue–but the thought never entered our minds.
We were just thankful everything worked out fine. And I had no hard feelings toward the two ladies on duty. I figured it might have been their first birth to see take place, and I knew for a fact they’d never experienced one personally.
A day or two later, we were home and celebratin’–and the only brother, who had said not to bring another girl home wanted to hold her all the time.
But the drama wasn’t over. Soon we received the bill from the hospital in the mail.
It was itemized very neat and plain. I was readin’ it out loud to my husband when it came to the cost of the labor room, anesthesia and so forth, he jumped up from his chair, grabbed his cap, went outside, jumped in his pick-up and took off!
I knew he was on his way to the hospital. So I prayed he wouldn’t get a ticket–or have a wreck on his way.
Well, he made his way back home, lookin’ satisfied. He said a man came out of his office (the business manager I assumed) and told the girl at the desk to let “Mr. Toney” pay what he wanted to.
Evidently word had got around. The bill was paid and we were happy about the whole thing.
As I was saying, “the wrong month, I’ll probably never hear the last of that.”