November 1959 – There were three Shop-Rites in the area: one in Ringgold, one in Fort Oglethorpe and one in Trenton. You could buy 25 pounds of flour for $1.49 and five pounds of sugar for 49 cents. Fleetwood Coffee was 63 cents a pound and a can of Nancy Hank Pie Cherries was 19 cents.

Next to the ad announcing these great deals in the Nov. 26 Catoosa County News was a short column by a lady identified only as "one of Ringgold’s beautiful matrons." Today, 25 pounds of flour will run you $10 on the low end, and sugar doesn’t even come in five-pound bags anymore. But the wise thoughts of Ringgold’s "beautiful matron" are still close to free.

The People’s Column: "A Middle Ager’s Prayer"

Lord, Thou knoweth better than I, myself, that I am growing older and will some day be OLD.

Keep me from getting loquacious and from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to try to straighten out everybody’s affairs.

Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end – at least enough for pallbearers, with a mourner or two.

Do not let the editor head my obituary "Old Crab Dies at Last, Everybody Glad."

Keep me from recital of endless details. Give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains! They are increasing – and my love for rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint – some of them are hard to live with – but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the Devil.

Keep me where I can extract all possible fun out of life; there are so many funny things in life. I don’t want to miss any of it. Amen.