Gleaning Facebook: Old Postcard Spurs Discussion of Division in Methodism

 This postcard was sent in 1945 to Bill Weber at our address. This sanctuary, formerly Fifth Avenue Baptist Church, is now called Trinity on Fifth and is part our church, Trinity United Methodist Church.

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Gary Sarah Pace
Was baptized there in 1957.

George Barton
I was organist there for a couple of years, great bunch of members, even if they were Baptists,

Howard Smith
Back in the day, when it was a Baptist church, many groups of Americans were excluded from their worship services, even more from leading worship. Today, I hope your Methodist church is inclusive and not exclusive and all who wish to worship or lead worship have the opportunity.

George Barton
Protestant churches, and funeral homes tend to be racially segregated, but it is consensual, both blacks and whites prefer it, the customs and traditions are different. but all are welcome in any Christian church.

Howard Smith
George Barton The first part of your statement is basically true. The second part is wishful thinking...at best. And, this isn’t just a black and white issue. There are more groups.

Terrell Shaw
Howard Smith You may not have heard the inflection in George's voice on the word "Christian".

Christ could not have made it plainer that he welcomes all. His followers, however, are by definition sinners seeking redemption. Wesleyans (Methodists) also seek perfection, but ain't none of us gotten there yet, as far as I can see -- I know this'n' ain't.

Terrell Shaw
Well, you got me thinking Howard... And I really don't have time for this! 

The exclusion of blacks from membership or even attendance in my church during my childhood was heartbreaking to me. It rent our church. It caused conflict between me and other kids and adults in the church. It caused my pastor father untold headaches… still he tried to do what was right. At one point in my college days, when I brought home to Atlanta my Kenyan roommate for Christmas vacation, my Dad welcomed him, had him speak at Sunday night service, and never told me of the vicious controversy it stirred in his congregation. I didn’t learn till after Daddy died that having one of the finest men I have ever known come to our church resulted in a pastorate ending controversy.
The unofficial exclusion of women (I knew of only one woman pastor as a kid) was obviously wrong. My wonderful mother completed seminary after my father died, became fully ordained, and is herself an eloquent, loving, and effective pastor.
The continued discrimination against its LGBT membership (by the narrowest of margins and with minority support in the US) by the UMC is very sad to me and will likely result in an official split of the denomination. Again an issue that is tearing congregations apart. And families. My family is very split on this issue and others. But even those who are far to the right on this issue are more open than they used to be.
BUT…
Churches are, by definition, congregations of sinners seeking redemption.
The arc in the church is bending toward justice.
Wesleyans strive for perfection, but the church will never be perfected on earth because it is made up of flawed humans.
Still we are doing better than we once were.
I think of the gay guy who sang next to me in choir for years and eventually died of AIDS.
I think of the wonderful high school teacher and librarian who lived quietly with his partner for decades, doing such good in the community.
I think of my many gay former students, fellow actors, teacher friends, and the challenges they have faced.
I think of my first cousin who agonized over his struggle to be “straight” when anyone would know in five minutes with him he was anything but.
I think of other dear ones whose stories I dare not allude to here.
I cannot keep quiet.
As I sat listening to another inspired sermon from our pastor (who happens to be an outstanding preacher and a female) on Sunday, I noticed a friend whose daughter is LGBT. I looked around the congregation and was struck by a fact that could not be clearer: Almost EVERY pew was occupied by at least one person with a close relation in the LGBT community. They know those folks. They know they have attributes and flaws in approximately the same proportion as their “straight” relatives. And those without gay relatives likely have gay co-workers, classmates, friends. Again they know them to be as hard-working or lazy, principled or not, reverent or not, as any others. That is likely true of every congregation in Rome. It has ever been thus, but it was not always known.
Now we know.
Things are changing.

Howard Smith
Terrell Shaw Thank you for all you have done in your life, all that you still do, what you stand for and who you stand up for. Thanks for having courage to LIVE your convictions. While we may not agree on everything...who does...you have no idea the admiration I have for you. Have a wonderful 4th of July, as folks in Rome and Floyd always seem to do. I know for a fact you will celebrate your love for our country and your hope fo a better future for all Americans. While I place very little "faith" in organized religion, I have great faith in people like you, whether they are believers or free thinkers like me. take care

Terrell Shaw
Thanks for the kind words. (And right back at you by the way.) I wish I could live up to them more closely. I tend toward the middle and wishy-washiness generally, and hate confrontation, but on some matters I cannot be quiet. Once I know my mind, especially in matters of morals and ethics and human rights, I can be right stubborn. 

Howard y'all orta drive up for some BBQ... best anywhere, and great seats for the fireworks. Of course, in Rome, our Fourth is on the Third this year!

George Barton
Terrell Shaw We will soon have the Ununited Methodist Church

Howard Smith
Terrell Shaw I really do want to sometime. Heading to Charleston to spend the holiday with my son, daughter-in-law and grandson. I know you can appreciate that!

Terrell Shaw
When the General Conference met in Dallas, years ago, a hotel put up a welcome message on their Marquee... unfortunately spelling was not the talent of the employee who placed the letters, or perhaps he was dyslexic, and the message read: "Welcome, Untied Methodists"! That may become the standard spelling.

Ann Gore
Thank you Terrell! You have such a way with words and a true loving heart to go with the words! Thank you for being you and for saying what you think and feel!

Howard Smith
Sometimes you have to tske take something a part to put it back together better than it was before.

Howard Smith
Although, it is a fact that Christainity has been splintering since it’s beginning. That is why it may be referred to as an “Allah carte” religion....

Terrell Shaw
Where ever two are more humans are gathered there are varying interests and therefore division i.e. politics.

Howard Smith
Terrell Shaw you don’t have to tell me that....we have 20 something Democrats vying for the nomination!

George Barton
Terrell Shaw and each man created God in his own image

Howard Smith
Ps...I am accepting the fact I have an open invitation to the 4th so long as you host your event.

George Barton
It's BYOB

Howard Smith
Good to know! Oh, did you mean beverage of Bible...

Gleaning Facebook: A Time to Tell Makes the Paper

Looky who made the front page of the paper this morning! We had a great time at A Time To Tell. I was a little worried because I knew most of the "regulars" were out of pocket for the evening. Turned out that Jane Owen Cunningham, Mary Elena Rivera Kirk, Jean Bray, Gary Greene, and John Paul Schulz --- all of whom seldom miss --- couldn't be there. But we had at least five first-timers, one of whom actually told a story! So we had a great night anyway. I hope the five "old-timers" AND the five "newcomers," along with YOU, will be back on August 5 when our theme will be "School". EVERYONE has a school story!

But even sooner you can come to Broad Street for our annual Story Night @ Schroeder's-- Thursday, July 25, 2019 at 7 pm.

When I realized that I had an almost 100% "new" audience, I fell back on my tried-and-true "Prowler" story. I love telling it, but I rarely have an audience anymore that hasn't heard it. Since I was last and there was plenty of time I did the full twenty minute version. And despite the librarians having to shush me for being too loud, and despite one very unfortunate and embarrassing, but hilarious, inadvertent word choice, it seemed to go well.

Thanks John Popham for coming and sharing the event with readers of the Rome News!

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From the Rome News-Tribune, July 1, 2019

Story tellers talk about independence and family

by John Popham

Rome News-Tribune

“Have you ever had a conversation with a opossum,” Terrell Shaw asked the room of 10 to 15 during A Time to Tell Monday night.

The local storytellers are sponsored by the Ridge and Valley Story Telling Guild and meet on the first Monday of every month in the upstairs of the Rome Floyd County Library. The group take turns sharing tales, tall and otherwise, during their 6:30-7:30 p.m. meeting time.

“The rules are you can’t take up the whole time,” Shaw said. “But we will put up with a lot.”

The theme for this month’s stories was “Independence”, and while some did stick to the theme, family also played a big part in Monday night’s stories. Shaw said it was quite normal for the group to stray from topic.

Buddy Autry kicked off the evening sharing a bit of his families history stretching back to the Revolutionary War. Autry said he can trace his ancestry back to Francis Marion, “The Swamp Fox” and his brothers who fought in South Carolina. Marion and his brothers inspired Mel Gibson’s character in “The Patriot,” Autry said.

Newcomer Larry Brown also shared an excerpt from his family history. In a box of inherited letters, Brown found the story of two Cherokee girls who traveled over 1,300 miles for their education. The two were daughters of a successful Native American trader, who were sent from their home in Alabama to Keene, New Hampshire, to be tutored by the Parker family. Brown’s great-great grandfather was brother to the tutor of the two girls, and he has written a three-volume series of books about his family history available at Dogwood Books.

Bob Harris was third to get up to the microphone and tell the story of a young man who served during World War II as a signalman for the U.S. Navy. Harris told of how the young man went from island to island standing watch for hours and sometimes days without rest. This young man was revealed to be Harris’ father-in-law, who shared his job in the military with him one night when they were on the phone. Harris commented on how honored he was to share his story with the group.

Shaw ended the night with a tale of when he and his wife moved into their first house and had a visit from an opossum during their first night. The story evolved into a bit of a tall tale as Shaw and opossum have a conversation of how the woodland creatures learned to play possum.

For those who want to hear a sampling of the groups stories, or wish to share stories themselves, Schroeder’s New Deli will be hosting the Seventh Annual Story Telling night on July 25. The event is from 7 to 9 p.m. and will be on the patio.

The Ridge and Valley Story Telling Guild also sponsors the Young Tales summer program at the library. The program teaches kids how to tell stories Shaw said, and the last show of the summer is on July 15.

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Dan Bagley

Where do you all meet? Include the state. Thanks!

Terrell Shaw

Sara Hightower Regional Library, Rome, GA. We are Ridge & Valley Storytelling Guild. Besides our regular monthly meetings we sponsor other events. In July we sponsor a story night at Schroeder’s new deli in downtown Rome. In November we sponsor a Tellabration event here in Rome.In March we sponsor the Big Fibbers storytelling festival at Rome city Auditorium. We also sponsor the young tales storytelling clubs for children throughout the school year. During the Big Fibbers festival we have two competitions- A YoungTales story competition for kids and a Big Fibbers Contest (tall tales) for adults.

Dan Bagley

Thanks Terrell

Gleaning Facebook: Champion Tree

Back in the dark ages we ran a story about my friend Richard T. Ware in our newspaper, Broadside. I ran across these pictures today. Here Richard stands beside one of the ‘state champion’ trees he discovered. This is a White Oak at Chieftains Museum. (Corrected)

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Ellen Henderson Garrard I always enjoyed Broadside!

Ellen Henderson Garrard We had just returned to Rome from Athens and were fans of Jody ...(?) from the Red and Black.

Mary Nisbet Asbury That was a big, beautiful tree

Richard T. Ware Terrell Shaw These photos are of the giant White Oak that stood in the front of Chieftain's Museum. You can see the mill in the background.

Terrell Shaw Aha! I thought it was the tree at Berry.

Terrell Shaw I had forgotten about that tree. I have pictures somewhere of a group of my fourth graders at the Chieftains tree. What happened to it?

Richard T. Ware I know it had a huge patch of concrete that was filling a hole where the tree was hollow, but I don't recall if it blew down or died and was cut. Perhaps it happened when I was in the army.

Terrell Shaw Richard T. Ware you were already out of the army when this story ran in Broadside in ‘75 or ‘76!

Richard T. Ware Terrell Shaw, ok I had no idea when this was taken. So, I don't know what happened to the tree.

Terrell Shaw How many state champion trees have you found over the years?

George Barton Have you ever seen the hackberry tree behind the Methodist church in Cave Spring?

Richard T. Ware No, I have not. Is there a giant tree there?

George Barton Richard T. Ware huge, turn right at the traffic light, if you are coming from Rome, church is on right, tree is right rear to church.

George Barton Newnan, Ga is full of beautiful trees, there is a huge willow oak at US 29 and Farmers Blvd.

Gleaning Facebook: Congressman John Davis

 My friend Wendy Davis is the niece of our Congressman from the sixties and seventies, John Davis. As a young teacher I was pleased to be introduced to Congressman Davis at the RNT news room where Sheila was working as a reporter at the time. I remember being impressed that he recited a poem to us; I don’t remember the poem or how it was appropriate to the conversation but it was. This thimble and a small campaign button are the only items in my collection from his races.

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Mary Nisbet Asbury
Cool!

Lynne Crothers Williams
My husband was Congressman Davis's press secretary in the late sixties.

Wendy Davis
How fun is this?!?

Pam Duggan
Really neat campaign mementos! Much more memorable than a campaign button!!!

Donald Murdock
My family met John Davis in his office in DC when I was a kid. He knew my grandpa, “Judge Edwards” (founder of RNT). He took us via the underground train to the congressional cafeteria (as I recall...vague memories). Simpler times. Cool thimble.

Wendy Davis
Donald, they still have that little train

George Barton
He was my first cousin, once removed.

Gleaning Facebook: Life-long Liar and Creep

Trump is credibly accused of rape, pedophilia, many instances of sexual assault. He has admitted in a recording of his own voice to repeated sexual assault. He has, by the thousands, set a new record for lies by a political leader.

Who do you say we should believe Lindsey? Is it more likely that thriteen year old rape victim is the liar, or proven liar and creep Trump? That respected reporter, or proven liar and creep Trump? War hero and life-long straight-arrow Mueller or life-long liar and cheat Trump?

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Perfect. That grandiose signature is all over this tragedy. These deaths belong to him. That sweet baby and her desperate young daddy would be alive but for Donald John Trump's deliberately cruel policies.

I collect only American political items

 I enjoy collecting presidential mementos of all American political stripes. (For any friends who have stray political items that need a good home, I'm here for you!)

Till now, I have not collected buttons for 45. But lately I have seen a few items I might be willing to display.

Gleaning Facebook: Treason?

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Fred Gould
Clock is ticking...

Sandra Pride
He and his followers are the traitors.

Terrell Shaw
Since some of his supporters are my loved ones, I must try to imagine they are confused rather than traitorous. HE is a traitor, though he is such an extreme narcissist that I am unsure he can imagine any interest beyond self-interest.

Sandra Pride
sorry,my nearest and dearest are also trumpies. It breaks my heart, which makes me angry. I can't really shake grown people so I take it out on FB. Need to stop that. May take up drinking instead.

Terrell Shaw
Sandra Pride People I have admired literally all my 72 years have posted every piece of trash the Russians manufactured about Hillary, and are still livid about some imaginary Benghazi nonsense, but forgive every grab, every lie, every slobbery kiss of Putin and Kim, every caged child, every moronic and confused Biblical pronouncement, etc., ad infinitum.

Sandra Pride
I really do feel your pain.

Gleaning Facebook: YoungTales Summer Shows

Monday morning! 10 am till 11 am. Great stories aimed at middle grade kids (Third through sixth), but younger and older kids will enjoy it too. Everyone welcome. Some of the storytellers will be kids themselves.

Y'all come!

Mon, Jul 15, 2019

2019 YoungTales Summer Shows - Rome, GA

Liberal!

 

I remember admiring these words when they were spoken by “Matt Santos” on West Wing.

Gleaning Facebook: 2011/2019 Stars!

Most of my Stars of 2010-2011 will graduate from Armuchee High School at the Forum in a couple of hours. I hope to see each them long enough for a hug and a quick update on their plans. What wonderful kids Vivian Daviss and I were privileged to work with that year. Congratulations!

Daddy's 100th Birthday

Lillian Ophelia Wilkerson was only eight when her beautiful twenty-nine year-old mother died. Ruby was just a babe in arms and Jessie was seven. Lillian went to live with her Aunt Lou Annie for a while. When she was 10 her father remarried. Aunt Lou Annie told Lillian, "Don't let that Mattie Kiser boss you around." I can't imagine anyone needing to issue that warning to my feisty grandmother. Evidently her father noticed some tension between his eldest daughter, now eleven, and her step-mother. One day he came to her bedroom, sat beside her on the bed, and suggested, "Sister, don't you think it's about time you started calling your step-mother, Mama." In telling me that story "Mama Shaw" who worshipped her Papa, would say, "If Papa wanted me to do it, I did it." So from that point on, when Lillian said "Mama" she was referring to Mattie Kiser Wilkerson. And when Lillian's grandchildren, including me, came along she was Ma Wilkerson to us.

Like many mill workers, Charles Rueben Wilkerson moved from mill to mill always seeking a better job. He was industrious and smart and his responsibilities increased as he moved from Aragon to Atco to Milstead. At Callaway Mills in Milstead he found a good job and stayed long enough to earn that famous retirement pocket watch. One of the little tragedies of my life is that the watch, given to me for safe-keeping as oldest grandson by Pa Wilkerson's daughter Winnie, was stolen in a burglary in the early nineties.

Grady Columbus Shaw also worked at Callaway Mills and met Lillian. They married when she was fifteen.

On May 21, 1919, sixteen-year-old Lillian Ophelia Wilkerson Shaw...

Lillian Wilkerson Shaw as a teenager

...gave birth to her first child, a very blue baby boy.  He was not breathing. He was, the family has always put it, "Born dead." How sad. It was not rare, of course. Few families of any size were untouched by infant death.  Everyone present was sad, but what can you do.
Lillian's step-mother, Mattie Kiser Wilkerson, pregnant herself at the time ...

Mattie Kiser Wilkerson at the time of her wedding

Mattie Kiser Wilkerson as I knew her.

...had no medical training. She had no schooling. She couldn't read, for heaven's sake! But she wouldn't just accept the situation. She would try to change things. She would do something. She wouldn't give up.
She took a handkerchief, doused it with a few heathy splashes of whiskey, ran her chubby index finger through his mouth to clear any obstruction, draped the wet hanky across those little blue lips, and bent to blow her breath into his lungs. After a few puffs the baby sputtered and cried and preached his first sermon, "Never give up!"
So, friends, the old woman I knew as Ma Wilkerson, though no blood kin, is as responsible for my existence as any of my "real" ancestors.
A jolt of whiskey breath awakened Charles Columbus Shaw, a tee-totaling Methodist pastor later in life. He was named for his two grandfathers, Charles Rueben Wilkerson and Columbus Turner Shaw.
Mattie couldn't read, but she loved the movies. After Charles had made it through a few years of school she would have him accompany her to the theater in Conyers, where he could read for her the printed narration that accompanied the silent movies.

Lillian Wilkerson Shaw with her son Charles Columbus Shaw

My Dad would have made a great old man had he had the chance. He would have loved the spunk of his granddaughter (and his mother's namesake) Lillian Matthews Shaw, not to mention several other grandchildren he missed out on, and soon to be 35 great-grandkids.

Charles Columbus Shaw as I remember him.

Happy 100th birthday, Daddy. I still miss you. Few days pass without a twinge of pain at the realization of questions I can't ask, advice I can't get, stories I can't tell you about. But how thankful I am to have been your son. And I am also thankful for that whiskey and the presence on the day of your birth of your illiterate stubborn step-grandmother, who would not give up.

Granshaw and Granmop with seven of their (eventually) 18 grandchildren
L-R: Josh Hearn, Matthew Lewis, Ruth Baird Shaw, Jessica Rogers, Amanda Sims, Lisette Lewis, Brannon Shaw Carlin, Charles Columbus Shaw, Andrew Lewis

Plain Dick Russell

I have collected political items since I was a teenager.... off and on. Someone, and I’m sorry I don’t remember who it was, gave this one to me a few years ago. Somehow I put it in a drawer of my rolltop desk and thought no more of it till this morning. 

I have several political items related to Georgia’s famous Senator Richard B. “Dick” Russell. These four framed buttons are from his 1952 race for the Democratic nomination for president. 

They came from that year's Democratic National Convention along with this banner:

Somewhere I also have a wonderful little whistle from the convention emblazoned with "Whistle for Russell":

I knew that the mustachioed gent on the old button rediscovered this morning, just 7/8 inch in diameter, was from an earlier time. So I googled "Plain Dick Russell" and there he was --- in the December 1911 edition of Cosmopolitan Magazine!

He's the father of "our" Dick Russell and thirteen other children. He ran for governor of Georgia twice, losing both times. He succeeded at politics more often than he lost however. He was the youngest member of Georgia's house at one one time and was elected to judgeships several times. He was Chief Justice of Georgia's Supreme Court when he died in 1938. By that time his son and namesake had succeeded where Dad had stumbled and served a short term as the very young Governor of Georgia and had begun his long tenure as Georgia's US Senator.

Here is the Cosmo story, one of several under the heading "The Story-Tellers". I have pasted together the pieces to make it easier to read. To see it in context visit page 140 of this Cosmo:
https://books.google.com/books?id=2-ZIAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA140
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Georgia has one of the strange museums right there in our state capitol building, and the most grotesquely fascinating exhibit to the thousands of kids who have visited there has been the two-headed calf's twin noggins on proud display. Do you suppose this is its origin? 

I found a small plate with the gilded senate emblem and Russell's signature at some antique or junk store many years ago.

And my late friend Audley Tucker took a photo of President Carter speaking at the younger Russell's funeral. I'll add that when I find it.

(Found it - 2023)

The new Governor of Georgia, Jimmy Carter, spoke at the burial of Senator Richard Russell in Winder, Georgia, on the grounds of the Russell homeplace.

Our Franchise

He pardons war criminals. He mocks the disabled. He cages children. He scoffs at environmental disaster. He openly obstructs justice. He lies with abandon. He fawns upon our enemies and insults our friends. His ignorance is abysmal and his arrogance limitless. 

Several times a day for over 27 months a wave of nausea has hit me with the realization that this severely disturbed man will forever be included in the list that begins "Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison..." How any reasonably knowledgeable and patriotic person can avoid such nausea is beyond me.

Patriots must give all we can in fortune and energy to electorally obliterate Trumpism. There is only a year and a half till the 2020 election. Our republic is on the ballot. The earth is on the ballot. Our children and grandchildren are on the ballot

We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, must give, and work, for the next year and a half as never before. As surely as Japan attacked us militarily in '41, as surely as Al Qaeda attacked us in 2001, our republic is under attack again today. This is a war we must win to survive, but it must be fought at the ballot box. We must crush this enemy with our franchise, while we have it.

God Bless the Bairds

Just ran across this photocopy of a photograph of my great grandparents William Baird (sometimes spelled Beard) and Mary M. Marks (Baird). A distant cousin (Aubrey Sims, I think?) sent this to me decades ago. I do not know who owns the original. William served as a Lieutenant in the 53rd Ga Infantry and was put out of action when he was wounded in the left shoulder as he crossed a fence during the horrible Battle Of the Wilderness on May 6, 1864. William was born in Madison Co., Georgia on October 1, 1827 to Thomas Beard and Mary (Polly) Bone. Mary Marks was born May 30, 1824 in Newton Co., Georgia to Henry Marks and Margaret Daniels (Marks).
After the war William continued to farm until he was “afflicted with paralysis” and “shaking palsy” that made work impossible and he became totally dependent “on the kindness of my son”. (from his CSA pension application)
William and Mary’s youngest son, Benjamin Wilson Baird was born April 22, 1860, Georgia seceded from the Union on January 19 of the next year… pretty much completely altering the rest of Wilse Baird’s life. After the war, with an invalid father, and with a mother and invalid sister to also care for, Wilse (Papa) put off marriage till 1902, when he married at age 42 my 18 year old grandmother. Together those two produced eleven children. The eleventh of those children is my 96 year old mother whom I have the great joy of visiting with in person or by phone almost every day in 2019.

So it is safe to say, from the great heartache and suffering of these two, there may have been other great goods, but the great good of the post-war life of Wilse Baird, and the very existence of my wonderful mother and therefore me and my siblings and our offspring would never have happened. One of the fascinations of my life has been the ways that even from disaster and poverty and evil and death, good can spring up like green grass from the cracks of the pavement. Never give up. Keep striving.

The following is by Malvina Reynolds as sung by Pete Seeger:

God bless the grass that grows through the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.

God bless the truth that fights toward the sun,
They roll the lies over it and think that it is done
It moves through the ground and reaches for the air,
And after a while it is growing everywhere,
And God bless the grass.

God bless the grass that breaks through cement,
It's green and its tender and it's easily bent,
But after a while it lifts up its head,
For the grass is living and the stone is dead.
And God bless the grass.

God bless the grass that's gentle and low
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow.
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door,
And God bless the grass

Gleaning Facebook: Tony's Revenge

From Tony Pope's Facebook: 

Terrell Shaw when u miss getting one of the ANNE CULPEPPER CLOCK TOWER GARDEN commemorative ornaments...you go one better and get one personalized by Anne Culpepper herself!

 

Gleaning Facebook: City Clock Garden

Me

Ken Gossett & I took John Paul Schulz up on his FaceBook invitation and walked up to the City Clock to attend the dedication of the new garden John designed there. We took the opportunity to apply our silly faces to a big replica of Debby Brown’s folk art interpretation of our iconic City Clock.

Ken

The new garden at the City Clock honors long-time Rome volunteer Anne Culpepper. 

 

Here she shows off a beautiful platter these children and their teacher presented as part of the ceremony.

More from the City Clock garden dedication…
A limited edition Christmas ornament was created for this ceremony. Ken & I each purchased one.

More from the City Clock garden dedication… This one of a kind cloth was created especially for Anne Culpepper. The design creates a crown atop the clock for the universally recognized Queen of the Clocktower.

Gleaning Facebook: Goodbye to Ken

Don Choate, Ken Fuller, and Buddy Childers

 

Former State Rep. Buddy Childers has been our friend since 1974. It was great to see Buddy on Thursday

We are going to miss Ken and Anthonette Fuller who are moving. Ken’s One Community United group met at its usual time at Las Palmas this week and bade Ken goodbye.