Wednesday, December 06, 2023

Update on the Dinky

 The Dinky figures prominently in my story about "Baptism by Water and Fire" and in my childhood imaginings. The Dinky was the "Little Engine That Could" of Milstead Georgia. Ruel Barnett, my grandparents next door neighbor was the engineer. The little train brought cotton and other raw materials to Callaway Mills in Milstead over three miles of narrow gauge tracks from Conyers; then on its return trip bought finished cloth from the mill to Conyers to be transferred to standard gauge trains and sent out into the world. 

Recently Jerry Owens. of the "Milstead Memories" Facebook page, has found unknown-to-me photos of the Dinky, digitally restored them, sometimes adding digital color, and shared them on that page. I'd like to store some of them here for future reference.




























Here's a article about the "Milstead Run" that was shared to the Milstead Memories site:

 


When you drive north along Green Street past the depot, or cross the railroad tracks going west on Center Street in Olde Town, you can see the "Dinky" parked to your right on the railroad right-of-way. The Dinky is a small train engine. You will see the number "104" on the number plate it wears proudly on its bow. It is a Rogers steam locomotive, built in 1905. Owned and operated by the Milstead Railroad, it plied the track between Conyers depot and the Callaway Mills textile mill in the community of Milstead. It hauled cotton from the depot to the Callaway mill, and brought finished textiles back to the depot for shipping to distant points. During WWII, its textile cargo was largely cotton canvas and duck for the manufacture of military goods. It is owned by the Rockdale Historical Society today, and has been for 30 years.

The little engine was retired when the textile mill was closed in 1960 or 1961, and sat on a bit of track at the mill site in Milstead, all forlorn and rusting. A company later bought the closed mill and sought to salvage some of the equipment, including the little locomotive. It was thought to be worth a goodly sum as scrap iron. The officers of the Historical Society inquired as to the possibility of it being donated to the society as a historical treasure. The owners refused as the value as scrap was more than they cared to give up. They would part with it for a princely sum of several thousand dollars. At that time, several thousand was an impressive amount, especially to a small civic organization with only dreams — meaning no money.

I had the pleasure of being the president of the society at the time, and was asked by the board of directors to approach a bank president, Mr. Jim Culpepper, as to procuring a loan to buy the Dinky. His very wise response was, "I’ll bet the society doesn’t have a dime, so how could you repay the money?" A good point, I had to concede. We tried to hatch some plans as to fund-raising to make an offer for the engine. Sadly, before we could come up with a solution, the curators of the Georgia Agrirama near Tifton swooped in and bought "our Dinky" for display at the Agrirama. Appeals to the Agrirama to return "our" little train engine were fruitless. We approached Clarence Vaughn Jr., our representative to the Georgia legislature, who added a bit of pressure, indicating that the train engine had nothing to do with the history of agriculture.

About a year later, as I recall, Ray Magnusson became President of the Society, and a team of members who were more adept at negotiations got busy acquiring some funds and pledges, raising $10,000 which they offered. They were able to buy the Dinky. Having it shipped back to Conyers was another seemingly insurmountable puzzle. The late A.R. (Gus) Barksdale came to the rescue doing what he did so well — negotiating and using his myriad connections to convince the Georgia Railroad to bring the Dinky home. They also laid a length of track on which the engine sits today.

While the Dinky was not allowed to take riders, any number of local boys, by hook or crook, stole a ride on the engine — if only a few feet for bragging rights. The regular engineers over the years of operation included Mr. Ruel Barnett and Mr. Olin Ramey Sr. Also, Mr. Roy Lackey, being a fine mechanic, occasionally "pinch hit" as an engineer.

It would be fitting to name here all the wonderful people who organized and made the Society a viable and permanent part of our community and brought our locomotive home. The Carolyn Browns, Bill Wilsons, Bobby Elliotts, Calvin Floyds, Ray Magnussons and so many others all worked so hard for so long, but Mrs. Joe Brown (Carolyn) was the heartthrob of the society for many years, and kept the fire burning in the other members when they became discouraged from time to time. Someday, her portrait should be in the society’s "Hall of Fame." There were many who contributed so much of their time, talents, effort and funds. Since then, the later generations have also been good for the Society, and their newer visions keep it an interesting and active organization, richly deserving of strong community support.

Incidentally, the Milstead Railroad track was about three miles long, and was — importantly — standard width. Mr. Fuller Callaway, who held many of the top rungs of the Callaway Mills ladder, was Chairman of the Milstead Railroad. He was the subject of a tale told by Mr. Charles Rich, who was the former chief operating officer of the Milstead plant. It seems that Mr. Callaway called the president of one of the large railroads, perhaps the Chesapeake and Ohio, and told him that he and his wife were planning to take a trip and would like to exchange "courtesy passes" with him. The other gentleman said, "Courtesy passes? Why, your little railroad isn’t but about a mile long," to which Mr. Callaway responded, "Maybe my railroad is not as long as yours, but it’s just as damn wide!" He got the courtesy passes.

Rescued from an ignominious death in a scrap pile, our little Dinky is home to stay, near its mothering depot, at least as long as the site owners, CSX Railroad, allow it to remain. If it has to move someday, we’ll certainly keep it here somewhere. It is part of us — a big part.

 

Charles Walker served as the mayor of Conyers for two decades and was the first president of the Rockdale Historical Society.





Friday, December 01, 2023

Poof!

It's official I guess. At midnight a few minutes ago my church membership evaporated. I am no longer a member of any church. I have not moved my membership; I have been kicked out as my church was disbanded.

I received this message, the last I suppose from my church home of over 60n years:


The so-called "disaffiliation team" takes over the multimillion dollar church property for an extremely small percentage of its worth.  They will organize a new group on the site and likely give it a name that will make some folks think it is the same church; it will not be. 

It was the only possible outcome, I have thought, since Bishop Dease made the reverse ruling a couple of weeks ago. And today the bishop made it official. We lost by one vote in the special conference and by ten votes in the church conference in July.  It isn't right in any way except legally, but it is the right thing legally and I believe in following the law. Unless the rump group that is taking over the church property makes some ridiculously careless error (and they won't)  in the next 31 days it is final.

Exclusion is the new organization's only reason for being. The group that will organize in those buildings is founded for one purpose -- and the ballot that accomplished the dissolution made it plain -- and one purpose only: to exclude certain people. Can you imagine belonging to a church that's sole reason for being is that? As I said, they will use a name that will confuse some folks but the church that was on that site from 1875 until tonight is no more. 

Many of those folks are people I love and in other ways admire. I wish those people well. 


Saturday, November 25, 2023

The Seven

Today my sister Joan shared this  picture of "The Seven" -- me and my six siblings. This was taken outside Trinity Un ind Methodist Church on the day of my Mother's funeral on August 6, 2021. Our Beth, the youngest of the girls, died one day less than a year later on August 5, 2022. So sadly, this was the last photo ever taken of "The Seven". 

My Mother used t enjoy bragging that seven is the number of completion and perfection. 

Joan's children presented Joan with a framed copy of this picture for her birthday yesterday, as you see with the background obscured to emphasize just us. I thought I'd preserve a copy of it here. Each of these six siblings of mine have had an important influence on my life and I cherish them all. How we miss Beth.


Left to right: Sharlyn Beth Shaw Roszel, Charles Terrell Shaw, Deborah Ruth Shaw Lewis, Janice Dianne Shaw Crouse, Lynda Joan Shaw Turrentine, David Baird Shaw, Mary Carol Shaw Johnston.
I find it interesting that many people make a big deal out of which is the first name. That has never been true in our family. Three (Debi, Jan, & David) go by their first names while four (Beth, Joan, Carol, and myself) go by our middle names. My mother (Sarah RUTH Baird Shaw) and grandfather (Benjamin WILSON "Wilse" Baird went by their middle names, as did my uncles (Wilson GRICE Baird , John THOMAS "Tom" Baird, and James LEON Baird), and aunt Esther LOUISE "Sis" Baird


Friday, November 24, 2023

Thanksgiving With the Friedmans

 Sheila and I were invited to share Thanksgiving with Jordan's family and what a feast and what fun we had. We met at Dan and Rosie's new house in Dunwoody; They've only been there about a month.

Rosie and Dan had a huge turkey in the oven, and it took a good bit longer to cook than anticipated so we divided our feasting into an afternoon salad session, then a musical interlude, and finally a coma inducing indulgence.

A Friedman family tradition is musical sessions at their get-togethers. Jordan and Dan both play assorted instruments and sing. Lou was also in a band in his younger days. And now they have added Lillian to the mix. What fun! Lillian and Jordan sang "Ruby" (Dave Rollins Machine), Stephen Foster's "Hard Times Come Again No More", "After Hours" (The Velvet Underground). Dan sang some Byrds songs. We also watched an old video that Martin Scorsese directed  "The Last Waltz"  of the Band and assorted artists including Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan.

Once it was time for the real Thanksgiving meal we had an unbelievable spread. Besides the huge turkey there was: marinated veggies, cranberry/orange relish, whole cranberry sauce (Sheila), wonderful mac & cheese, green-bean amandine, (Lil & Jordan)  twice baked mashed potatoes, a delicious salsa verde, stuffing and stuffing dressing, gravy, (Rosie & Dan) sweet-potatoes, a wonderful green salad (Leslie and Lou).

For dessert we had Leslie's chocolate cake with chocolate morsel embedded (a Vogelman/Schnieder family recipe), Lillian's apple-caramel pie, and Sheila's cranberry ginger cake.

Here is photographic evidence that a good time was had by all.



2023

This was not Lillian's first Thanksgiving Apple Pie!

2008


2009


2020 Her Mom can also make a mean apple pie.




It took a while to get the huge turkey to the required internal temp, but it was well worth the wait.

Rosie checking the bird's temp again.

Elwood the eight year old lovable rescue named for Harvey's friend Elwood P. Dowd. Rosie and Dan should print up some business cards fr the pup.






Finally time to carve the bird; Dan accomplished the job well while his efforts were recorded from all sides

The plate at the bottom left is mine and this us before I got to the turkey!

This may be the best mac and cheese ever made.



This is not my plate.

The Friedman family includes Lillian now. L-R: Jordan, Dan, Lil, Graham, Rosie, Leslie, Adam, Lou.

Friedmans and Shaws: Jordan, Lou, Lil, Leslie, Graham, Adam, Sheila, Terrell


Dan with Elwood
 


Monday, November 13, 2023

PTSW - My Own: Bipartisanship

 Doggeral built on the play on words that ends this bit have been in use since at least 1952. This is my version.

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The Elections Are Over

The elections are over:

It’s time to be friends.

Let bygones go by!

Let’s make our amends


   The battle was tough.

   Fiery words did we say!

   Now it’s over and done.

   Turn-about is fair play.


Let those in the red states

And those in the blue

Stand in unison vigor,

Our friendships renew.


   With bipartisan spirit,

   Letting vitriol pass,

   I’ll hug your danged elephant

   If you’ll kiss my …


- Terrell Shaw


Friday, November 10, 2023

Last of the Old Time Storytellers

Ray Hicks (with his wife Rosa) is a legend among the folks in traditional storytelling. I ran across this 1999 documentary video on YouTube today and enjoyed what I saw of it. I'll save it here for a leisurely viewing later.







Wednesday, November 08, 2023

Mixed Election Results

It has been a very disappointing night in local politics. 

And a very encouraging night nationwide.

Here in Rome, two fine folks whom I am privileged to call friends, Bonny Askew and Sundai Stevenson have lost re-election. I am happy that two other incumbents that I support have been re-elected. I am very happy that we will have Mark Cochran and Bill Collins still on the commission to be voices for our children and grandchildren and a greater, greener, healthier, safer, friendlier Rome of the future. I had also supported one challenger, Charles Love. Charles has been an outstanding leader for north Rome for several years now. I got to know him through our One Community United group.

Across the United States it was a very good night for small-r republicanism. 

  • voted down the MAGA crowd by putting a guarantee of abortion rights into the Ohio constitution.
  • Voters in bright red Kentucky voted down the MAGA candidate and sent Andy Beshear back to Frankfurt for another term as Governor
  • Voters in Virginia turned against their MAGA governor and gave Democrats control of both houses of the state legislature.
  • Even in Mississippi the MAGA governor is in a close race with his democratic challenger

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Now, about the so-called "Better Rome" slate of candidates here in Rome who...

    • were supported by the extremist national embarrassment that is Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene
    • ran as a lily-white-one-race slate in a very diverse city
    • accepted huge donations of money and political aid from a statewide real-estate political group


These four white men now have a big job to do. If they are to really be commissioners for ALL of Rome they need to show that they are not MAGA extremists like their Congressional benefactor and not pawns for a statewide political machine that put iunprec dented amounts of money into their city commission races. One is a real estate man, one a developer, one a real-estate appraiser — they need to make SURE and PLAIN to citizens that our city’s future is put above their own business interests?


I taught the son of one of these fellows and have always had a positive view if him; I worked to get one of them elected eight years ago and like him personally; I know one is very interested in trails and the environment as I am. So I have hope and I wish them all well. BUT — they ran a sadly divisive campaign. To urge folks to vote ONLY for their WHITE MALE ticket in our diverse city?!! That is just so divisive and on the surface at least looks racist and misogynous, especially with its MAGA supporters!  They all four have some major fences to mend. 


The people have spoken either by their votes or by staying at home, so these our OUR commissioners. I will support them when I can and I will do my best to hold their feet to the fire when that is what is needed.

Monday, November 06, 2023

Charles Graves

Charles Graves is a good guy and has had a really interesting career.

Early in our marriage Sheila was hired, as she says, as the "girl reporter" at the Rome News-Tribune. Her boss was the city editor there, Charles Graves. I always liked Charles, he seemed like a genuine fellow. He had already served as an aide to Congressman John Davis (and would again) and had served a term as state representative from Rome. He had attended little McHenry High School at one time where I now taught, though is was an elementary school now. He grew up very near the house in East Rome where Sheila and I lived from 1976 to 1999.

During more than a half century I have enjoyed watching his career and my occasional visits with Charles. He was executive director of the Georgia Democratic Party as I was beginning to be involved in the Floyd County party and through my union in some Seventh District and statewide politics. 

In recent years he has had me tell stories at his church and at a civic club. And we have both gained a bit of an elder status among local Democrats. 

As many of my tens of readers may know I collect political items and I have several nice ones thanks to my acquaintance with Charles.

Today, through a lucky series of computer clicks I happened upon this interview from eight years ago. I enjoyed Charles stories especially those about some people and places and times that I also remember. I thought I'd like to store the link here.  Click the picture to watch the interview from the archives of the University of Georgia.


Click the picture to watch a 2015 interview with Charles Graves.