Becky Pepper

Saved by His grace; wife, momma, GrandBecky. Love being a southerner. Go Delta State Statesmen...and Fighting Okra! Regional Accountant

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@Pirates Congratulations to them both!

[Jason Hamby @Jason_Hamby14]

Trinidad Chambliss just waited through Sumrall’s entire TV interview to congratulate him on the win. Easy to see why Ole Miss fans love him.

#gators #olemiss

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@TriCountyAcad Congratulations!!!

[Tri-County Football @tcafootball]

Final from Madden. Finally got service to post the score. Rebels travel to Washington next Friday.

[Prep Baseball @jprepbaseball]

Please keep the Pickett’s in you prayers!!

[Dean W. Perkins @deanwperkins]

A Google Cloud engineer just showed how to build a complete app with Claude from scratch.

26 minutes, live on stage, doing what most teams take weeks to ship.

Worth more than any $500 vibe-coding course. No team, no setup, just Claude and a goal.

The people learning what Claude can actually do are shipping what everyone else outsources to a team.

[Robert St. John @robertstjohn]

Anybody can buy ingredients. We prefer to know the people who produce them.

The ranch on our gluten-free fried chicken salad starts with fresh buttermilk from Beeson Family Farms in Philadelphia, Mississippi, delivered straight to our back door several times a week.

Those relationships matter. They make for better food, stronger communities, and a salad you won’t find anywhere else in the country. It’s one of the highlights of our new lunch menu at Crescent City Grill.

Supporting local isn’t a trend around here. It’s the way we’ve always done business. And there’s more to come, including pastured poultry from Chef Nevil’s farm in Purvis. It doesn’t get much more local than that.

#repost #supportlocal #local #ingredients

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

Mississippi Blood Services needs you (& your donation of your blood)! 601-368-2673

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

As I head to bed, let me leave you with this. Beyond the constant drumbeat of false allegations and ignorance from some of our citizens, marinate on this. This is why most of us do it:

“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’ And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
~ Isaiah 6:8

They heard the voice of duty, of God and country, and said, “Send me.” They left homes, families, and futures behind to defend liberty on distant battlefields.

Some never returned. Their sacrifice was total. Their “Here am I” became eternal.

To every Gold Star family, every veteran who carried the weight: Thank you.

May we never forget those who said “Send me”… and meant it with their lives.🙏✝️

Goodnight, ya’ll. God Bless America. ❤️🇺🇸🔥

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@SamaHoole Beautifully written.

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@TriCountyAcad @Coach_SB2 Way to go, Lady Rebels and Coach Ratcliff!

[U.S. Department of the Interior @Interior]

Soft launching into the weekend like...

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@paulcastain I get it,

[Mens_Corner__ @Mens_Corner__]

This would have kept me occupied for the summer as a child

[Becky Pepper @beck_pepper]

@ScottPresler Source?

[Waterlife @ek55977gmjo]

@LeaderJohnThune office number is 1 [phone]. Option 3 says you can reach a live person. You may not, as I didn’t, but leave those messages people! I asked for him to bring a vote to nuke the filibuster and a vote to pass the FULL Save America Act. I said we want to know who is in favor and who is not, and that it is our right to know. Said our country is on the line.

[MSU Extension @MSUExtService]

🎥 Where’s our ranch fans at? MSU Extension Agent Amber Dauzat shows you how to make a ranch flavored salt-free spice blend that you can use on chicken and potatoes! #MSUext

[B (DK’s Dungeon) @BurghB17]

Terrific game from the best centerfielder this team has had all season (Jake Mangum) today. Today’s performance makes me want the pirates to trade Cruz now.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

There is a diner in the Tennessee mountains where a little girl showed me a book.

She could not have been six. She held it the way grown men hold the deed to a house.

A thin paperback. The cover soft and bent from love. A cartoon bear.

I asked her, to be kind, if it was a good book.

She said, "The Book Lady sent it. She sends me one every month. She knows my name."

Then she went back to her pancakes, as if she had not just described something impossible.

I could not let it go.

All through breakfast I turned it over. A woman who knows the names of small children, sends them books, and asks for nothing. In my country she would have a shrine. Incense. One clean day a year when the town remembers her.

I decided the Book Lady must be a gentle fiction. A story mothers invent, the way we tell children the old mountain is watching, so they behave.

I was wrong.

The Book Lady is real. She is the most famous woman in the state. Her name is Dolly.

I made errors. In a hardware store I called her "your empress." The man thought about it honestly and said, "Close enough."

I asked a waitress if Dolly was still living. She set down the coffee pot with great care. "Honey, Dolly will outlive us all, and then she will send flowers to the funerals."

Then they told me the thing, all of them, in the flat voice this country keeps for facts too large to raise the voice for.

Dolly grew up one of twelve children, in a one-room cabin, in these same mountains. Her father could not read a word his whole life.

So she built the thing that sends the books. Not the clever children. Not the deserving ones. Every child who signs up, from birth until they start school, free, their own name on the cover, whether the family has money or nothing at all.

The children do not know she is famous. They know only the Book Lady. Some will grow old and never learn it was her.

Two hundred million books, a man told me at a gas pump. Then, seeing the number had defeated me, he made it smaller and heavier at once.

"She did it for her daddy," he said. "He never got to read. So she made sure every child after him would."

I would like to tell you what happened in my chest when he said that. I do not have the words, and I distrust any man who claims he does.

I come from eight hundred years of men who wrote everything down. We cut our names into stone so the centuries could not misplace us.

My father was the last of that line before me. A silent man. For forty years I believed his silence was the only thing he ever gave me.

In that diner, I remembered something I had put away as nothing.

When I was a boy, my father worked among machines loud enough to take a man's hearing, and in time they took most of his. He came home each night with nothing left to say. But there was one year, when I was learning to read and ashamed of how badly it went, that every night, however late he came in, he sat beside me while I read one page aloud.

He never said a word. I thought he was only checking that I had done the work.

It took me forty years and a stranger's diner to understand.

He could not hear me. By then he could barely hear anything. He was not listening to the words. He could not have caught one of them.

He was only sitting where a small boy could look up and see that his father had stayed.

I carried that year my whole life as proof my father was cold.

It was the warmest thing anyone has ever done for me. I just never had the book to prove it, so I let myself forget.

There is a bookshop two doors from that diner. I have just bought a thin paperback with a soft-looking bear on the cover. I am mailing it tonight to my father in Japan. He is eighty-one. He still cannot hear.

He will not need to.

Inside the cover I wrote one line, large enough that he can read it without his glasses:

"I finished the page. I always finished the page. Thank you for staying."

The Book Lady learned it from her father, who could not read.

I learned it from mine, who could not hear.

And somewhere in the mountains between us, those two old men would have understood each other completely, and said nothing at all, which is the loudest thing men like them have ever known how to say.

[United Cajun Navy @Unitedcajunnavy]

***THAT PART***
All the people who aren't from the south trying to pretend like they get us, and tell us how we should think and feel... please don't move here unless you're coachable! Shout out to our sis @lamps_apple for dropping this banger! 🫡💪
-Cajun Navy YT Boyz 😎