Son Clayton's family arrived late Sunday for their first visit since Christmas. All day Sunday was spent completing last-minute organization of the house for their first tour; therefore, I did not hear the weather report Sunday evening. With grandchildren in the house Monday morning, I did not listen to any news.


Around noon Monday, friend Shirley texted, "Did you know Waldron is flooded?" I immediately checked the local news on my phone to see my beloved Main Street in Waldron flowing as a rushing stream, carrying tires, plastic chairs and debris with it. Of course, I immediately called Sister Patsy for an eyewitness report. Not surprisingly, she did not answer so I called her daughter, niece Reshia, who provided vital details that she had seen on Facebook, assuring me that Parks seemed to have been spared the worst flooding.


Assuming Mama's place was indeed dry, I did not worry about further inquiry from cousins on Highway 28 East in Parks.


However, upon waking up Thursday I discovered a text from Cousin Steven Gilbreath, who also lives in Fort Smith. "Hi lady. Just wondering if Grandmother's house on 28 is flooding?" Again, I had not heard the news. Fearing Steven knew something I did not know, I began to text and call friends and family along the highway. Cousin Bonnie did not know. She called Reshia, who did not know. Cousin Whit, who lives in sight of Mama's house, texted his response to my inquiry, "As far as we know, it's fine. Water never made it over 28 on our end."


After telling Dulcy Brasher with the Times Record of my concern for Mama's house, she spoke to Heritage Memorial Funeral Home in Waldron who suggested I call the Scott County judge, even providing the phone number. Although Judge Forbes had traveled Route 28 East through Parks and presumed Mama's house was dry, he assured me he would walk around the house to make sure.


As you all know, Mama's house is dear to me. I needed to have someone's shoes on that hallowed ground to tell me it was indeed dry. Just at that moment, I received a text from Dylan, who had just leased Daddy's land. Voila! I knew he would go, take a photo and prove to my mind that Mama's place was safe.


Mercifully, the creek to the east of Mama's did not rise. Mama's place is high and dry. Thanks to many who also care about this place, I now rest easily.