I met Bettie Picard a few days back at Walmart in Lenlock.
Well, what I met was her photo sitting on a cloth-draped table at the grocery entrance. A couple of candles flickered in the draft from doors opening and closing and a sign with the her photo read “In Memory of ...”
For some reason, I wanted to “meet” Bettie Picard and I knew where to find her, the obituaries in The Anniston Star.
There she was. And there was a remarkable person behind a photo on a table at a Walmart.
Thing is, if you didn’t know Bettie Picard personally and skip the obits (as I tend to do), you don’t know diddly about her.
I’ll touch just a few highlights.
She was still a young woman (59) when she died, but what had been crammed into those 59 years was absolutely amazing.
Her husband, Christopher Alan Picard, had preceded Bettie in death, which is not unusual. The odds on that are about 50-50.
Now, a bit more from the obit:
Bettie, a native of Sandy, Ore., joined the Army out of high school. She served as a military police officer in Germany along the way. Bettie left the Army in 1978 and worked in retail in Anniston and Oxford. Her last job was at Walmart. Her last day there was a day or so before she died.
The obit told me she loved animals, had five dogs and one horse, loved to crochet, and attended Cowboy Church in Alexandria.
Bettie’s “earthly” home is Arlington Cemetery in D. C. where her husband, who died while in service, is interred.
Like I said, I didn’t know Bettie, but those who did knew she was special. From just one note online from Miller Funeral Home in Oxford:
December 07, 2013
“Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.” — Sheila Arisohn
I really don’t have a definitive answer unless it’s something I feel and that is we are mostly a good people, it’s always the bad ones who get their name in the paper and on the nightly news.
“If you go to war pray once; If you go on a sea journey pray twice; but pray three times when you are going to get married.” — Russian Proverb
Best present is money. That way you won’t get a gift that you don’t like, but have to pretend you do.
You can get choked on “thanks” at gift time, huh?
It was a small sign beside the road, but it almost pulled me into the ditch:
Sand Mountain Pest Control
Next time the blonde screams there’s a roach in the kitchen I know who to call.
Welcome to my world.
Had it so bad Thanksgiving that when I got to the family food fest they had the driveway blocked ... and totally ignored my honking horn. The blonde had gone before me and sounded the warning.
So I went back home and got in bed. Not a bad deal, really. But the next day, in search of relief, I coughed my way past the Sick Patrol at Walmart and ran across Delsym.
That was a new one on me, but at the price (wow), I figured it had to cure me or kill me.
It worked ... and there is no co-pay for your visit today.
I’m ready for Christmas, too, with three bottles in the medicine cabinet.
Hope Santa’s good to you ...
George Smith can be reached at 256-239-5286 or email: email@example.com