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Potts Camp News Goolsby family vacations in Smoky Mountains before the holidays; PCHS homecoming Jan. 5 Happy New Year! JoAnn Potts of Olive Branch visited me recently; she is the widow of my late brother, Rev. Lindy Potts. Jo brought several gifts and had made copies of many of my memories for me. Later she visited her aunts, Doris Goode and Jerry Vanzant in Hickory Flat. They visited the cemetery there, and also attended the lovely renovated Ebenezer Methodist Church with Annie Lillian McCallum. Thanks to Temperance Hill Baptist Church and Lela Hale for the nice sack of fruit. People are really good to me. Friends Lynn and Martha Goolsby and children, Hanna and Jamie and Jeff and Teresa Byrd and children, Nick and Brittany, spent from Saturday, Dec. 16 to Thursday, Dec. 21 in the Smoky Mountains in Gatlinburg. Ann Mann, sister of Doris Goode and Jerry Vanzant, is recuperating from a stroke. She is unable to talk, but is in rehab in the Memphis area. Joann Potts visits her often, she is Ann’s niece. Say a special prayer for her. Rev. Steve and Pat Wilson visited me on Wednesday and brought some nice gifts. I enjoyed their visits and the special prayer he said for me. They plan to visit her mother during Christmas in Tennessee. (Bobby Clayton and young niece, Kayle enjoyed seeing them also at my home.) I have received a large box of Christmas cards from friends and relatives, Norris Boren from California, and others from many states have written about how they enjoy reading about their hometown, Potts Camp, in The South Reporter every week. Ann Boren Armstrong, sister to Norris, sent a card from Jackson. They are children of my special friends, the late Wilfred and Inez Boren. Wilfred and his mother, Lizzie Boren, before him were my Sunday school teachers. Thoughts God is always near I feel His spirit around me, At the dawning of the day, His smile is in the sunshine, When night shadows melt away, I see Him in the noontime, In the blue sky’s sparkling glow, in every tree and flower, Or in winter’s gentle snow. I sense His presence near me, As the light of day grows dim, And all through the midnight hours, I rest safe by trusting Him. —Lindy’s newsletter. Prayer: Let me walk with you, Dear Savior, Side by side and hand in hand, Keep me clean and pure and faithful, Till I reach the heavenly land. For Christ’s sake, Amen. Thoughts I. I said a prayer for you today and I know God must have heard, I felt the answer in my heart, although He spoke not a word. I didn’t ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn’t mind, I ask Him to send treasures of a far more lasting time. I ask that He be near you at the start of each new day, To grant you health and blessings and friends to share your way. I ask for happiness for you, in all things great and small, But it was for His loving care, I prayed the most of all. —Lindy’s newsletter II. I have no hands but your hands to do my work today. I have not feet but your feet to lead men on the way. I have no tongue but your tongue to tell men for whom I died. I have no help but your help to bring me to God’s side. The 2006-2007 Potts Camp Homecoming festivities on Jan. 5 will be dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Stone and all former basketball players who played in the old gym that has been demolished. In 1961 Coach Stone carried his basketball team to overall state championship for the first and only time. For many years the team of 1961 held reunions. Several members are deceased. We hope a large crowd of former basketball players and fans attend the event. I have many happy memories of the old gym. Happy birthday to Mary Lois Gurley on Dec. 23; to Jamie Baker from Tupelo,( a niece) on Dec. 26; to Hermon Hill, my sister Ann’s husband on Dec. 27; to Candy Potts on Dec. 28; to my granddaughter, Britany Griffen on Dec. 31 and Pebble Gadd on Dec. 31. Prayer list: Charles and Nadine Vest, Lena Fay Work, Ray Foote, Joel Clayton, Louise Pruitt, Juanita Howell, Mary Jo McCallum, Martha Ross and others. Pray for the sick and lonely; also for those who have lost loved ones and for our service men and women. Memories Some of my fondest memories include growing up in Potts Camp, my hometown. Many times our parents would take us fishing across the railroad tracks. Daddy rented a pasture behind St. Mary’s CME Church to keep our cow in every day. The boys had a large swimming hole in the old creek. I was happy to catch a fish. Sometimes hobos camped around the creek. Mother always cooked an extra pan of biscuits to feed them when they came to our door. Those were Depression years. Our favorite cow was called Aggie; Daddy bought her from Mr. Todd, the depot agent at Hickory Flat. we named her for Mr. Todd’s wife, Agnes, who had pretty, reddish brown hair. You couldn’t buy milk in the stores at that time. One day my brothers went after the cow; then they opened the gate and she began to run to see her calf in the barn. A train came around the corner and hit and killed her. It was like a funeral at our house. We loved that cow. Carey Chapel
& Mt. Pleasant News Congratulations to Darren and Blair Anderson Dr. Rob and Judy Finley, pastor and wife at FBC, Mt. Pleasant, entertained with an open house at their home in Memphis, on Sunday afternoon, December 17, from 2-4 p.m. A number of church members attended the occasion. Darren and Blair Anderson are the proud parents of a son who was born December 15. He weighed six pounds, 12 ounces. His name is Cooper David. Lynn and Mattie Anderson are the proud grandparents. An old time Christmas singing and preaching was held at the old Mt. Moriah Baptist Church, in Laws Hill, on Saturday night December 16. Afterwards a fellowship was enjoyed. Rev. Arnold Goode is pastor. Dan and Norma Gill are visiting their family in Pennsylvania during Christmas and the New Year holidays. Before leaving, Norma brought me homemade cookies. They sure were good. Those pretty warm days last week made me want to get outside. So, I went fishing. One day I caught 10 breams and the next I caught six. My son-in-law said I wasn’t supposed to go fishing in December. Ailee Coopwood attended the funeral for her aunt’s sister in Corinth recently. I Remember I have often written in my memories about all the hard work we had to do living on the farm. Well, let me tell you, we also had lots of fun during those childhood days. I remember as kids how excited we became when the first snow came peppering down. Or, maybe it would fall softly during the night. We would all squeal with delight as we looked out the window and beheld that lovely white world outside. We couldn’t wait to put on a bunch of warm clothes and go running outside to play in the beautiful, cold, wet stuff. The first thing we wanted to do was build a snowman. We would dress “Mr. Snowman” by using an old worn out scarf around his neck and an old felt hat on his head. We would find pieces of something black to put down his front for buttons. While all of this was going on we would be engaging in another favorite sport, snow ball fighting. This was great fun unless one would get hit in the face or eyes. Sometimes it would be cold enough for the pond to freeze over. We would go skating, without skates of course. We really had great fun gliding across the slick pond, laughing and sometimes crying if we would lose our balance and fall hard on the ice. The next day we would be bruised and sore from our tumbles, but what did a little pain matter if we had fun? Another great benefit from the snow would be the good snow ice-cream that Mama made for us. Mama would take eggs, beat them well, add sugar, milk and vanilla flavoring. She then cooked the mixture until it struck a boil. Then she would let it cool down. She would go outside and get the snow to add to the mixture. I remember Mama never trusted us to go out and get the snow. I guess she was afraid that in our haste we would get the snow from any old place, trash and all. We would always eat several bowls of the good snow ice cream and then moan that our heads were hurting. As we sat around eating the snow ice cream we would look out the window and see snow birds looking for something to eat. As soon as our stomachs were full, we went to the kitchen, got some cold cornbread and biscuits to crumble up to feed the birds. The birds were a lovely sight. Not only the snow birds were pretty, but the pretty red cardinals. Sometimes an old blue jay would come fussing and try to run the other birds off. Daddy always told us if we could sprinkle salt on a bird’s tail we could catch them. Report
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