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Mrs. Threadgoode was appalled. "Why, Evelyn Couch, you mustn't even think such a thing. That's like sticking a sword in the side of Jesus! That's just silly talk, honey—you've just got to pull yourself together and open your heart to the Lord. He'll help you. Now, let me ask you this. Are your breasts sore?"
Evelyn looked at her. "Well, sometimes."
"Does your back and legs ache?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Simple, honey. You're just going through a bad case of menapause, that's all that's the matter with you. What you need is to take your hormones and to get out every day and walk in the fresh air and walk yourself right through it. That's what I did when I was in it. I used to burst into tears eating a steak, just thinkin’ about that poor cow. I like to have drove Cleo crazy, crying all time, thinking nobody loved me. And whenever I’d get to pestering him so bad, he'd say, 'Now, Ni
"I got out and walked every day, alongside the railroad tracks, up and down Just like we're doing now, and pretty soon I had walked my way right through it and I was back to normal."
"But I thought I was too young to be going through it," Evelyn said. "I just turned forty-eight."
"Oh no, honey, lots of women go through it early. Why, there was this woman over in Georgia who was only thirty-six years old, and one day she got in her car and drove right up the stairs of the county courthouse, rolled down her window, and tossed her mother's head, that she had just chopped off in her kitchen, at a state policeman, and hollered, 'Here, this is what you wanted,' and drove right back down the courthouse stairs. Now, that's what an early menapause will do for you if you're not careful."
"Do you really think that's what's the matter with me? Is that why I've been so irritable?"
"Sure it is. Oh, it's worse than a merry-go-round ... up and down, down and up . . . and as far as your weight goes, you don't want to be ski
Evelyn asked Mrs. Threadgoode if she ever got depressed.
Mrs. Threadgoode answered truthfully. "No honey, I cain't say I have been lately, I'm too busy being grateful for His blessings—why, I've had so many blessings I cain't even count them. Now, don't get me wrong, everybody's got their sorrows, and some more than most."
"But you seem so happy, like you never had a care in the world."
Mrs. Threadgoode laughed at the thought. "Oh honey, I've buried my share, and each one hurt as bad as the last one. And there have been times when I've wondered why the good Lord handed me so many sorrowful burdens, to the point where I thought I Just couldn't stand it one more day. But He only gives you what you can handle; and no more . . . and I'll tell you this: You cain't dwell on sadness, oh, it'll make you sick faster than anything in this world."
Evelyn said, "You're right. I know you're right. Ed said maybe I should go and see a psychiatrist or something."
"Honey, you don't need to go and do that. Anytime you want to talk to someone, you just come and see me. I'd be happy to talk to you. Be more than happy to have the company."
"Thank you, Mrs. Threadgoode, I will." She looked at her watch. "Well, I'd better go, Ed's go
She opened her purse and blew her nose with a Kleenex that earlier had been full of chocolate-covered peanuts. "You know, I feel better, I really do!"
"Well, I'm glad, and I'm go
Evelyn said, "Thank you... well, I'll see you next week," and headed down the hall.
Mrs. Threadgoode called out after her, "And in the meantime, you get yourself some Stresstabs Number Ten!"
"Number Ten!"
"Yes! Number Ten!"
JUNE 8, 1935
Drama Club Has Hit
The Whistle Stop Drama Club put on their a
Hamlet was played by Earl Adcock, Jr., and his sweetheart was played by Dr. Hadley's niece, Mary Bess, who is visiting us from out of town. In case you missed the play, she ends up killing herself in the end. I am sorry to report that I had trouble hearing her, but then, I think the child is too young to travel, anyway.
The roles of Hamlet's mother and daddy were played by Reverend Scroggins and Vesta Adcock, who is president of the Drama Club and, as we all know, Earl Jr.’s real mother.
Music for the production was provided by our own Essie Rue Limeway, who made the sword fighting scene all the more exciting.
By the way, Vesta says that next year's show will be a pageant that she is writing, entitled, The History of Whistle Stop, so if anyone has any, send it to her.
. . . Dot Weems . . .
JANUARY 26 1986
Evelyn stopped just long enough to say a polite hello to her mother-in-law and headed on back to the lounge, where her friend was waiting.
"Well, how are you today, honey?"
"Fine, Mrs. Threadgoode. How are you?"
"Well, I'm fine. Did you ever get yourself some of those Stresstabs like I told you?"
"I sure did."
"Did they help?"
"You know, Mrs. Threadgoode, I think they have."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it."
Evelyn started digging in her purse.
"Well, what you got in there today?"
"Three boxes of Raisinettes for us, if I can find them."
"Raisinettes? Well, that ought to be good."
She watched Evelyn as she searched. "Honey, aren't you afraid you'll get ants in your purse, carrying all those sugary, sweet things in there?"
"Well. I never really thought about it," Evelyn said, and found what she was looking for, plus a box of Junior Mints.
"Thank you, honey, I just love candy. I used to love Tootsie Rolls, but, you know, those things can pull your teeth out if you're not careful—a Bit-O-Honey will do the same thing!"
A black nurse named Geneene came in, looking for Mr. Dunaway to give him his tranquilizers, but there were only the two women sitting in the room, as usual.
After she left, Mrs. Threadgoode made the observation of how peculiar it seemed to her that colored people came in so many different shades.
"Now, you take Onzell, Big George's wife . . . she was a pecan-colored woman, with red hair and freckles. She said it nearly broke her momma's heart when she married George, because he was so black. But she couldn't help it, said she loved a big black man and George was sure the biggest and blackest man you ever saw. Then Onzell had the twin boys and Jasper was light like her, and Artis was so black he had blue gums. Onzell said she couldn't believe that something that black had come out of her."
"Blue gums?"
"Oh yes, honey, and you cain't get any blacker than that! And then next, here comes Willie Boy, as light as she was, with green eyes. Of course, his real name was Wonderful Counselor, named right out of the Bible, but we called him Willie Boy."