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Potts Camp News Congratulations to Coby Bridges and Andrea Anderson on wedding Happy Thanksgiving! A bus load of Temperance Hill Baptist Church members made a recent trip to Booneville to attend a singing. Congratulations to Coby Bridges and Andrea Anderson on their recent wedding. Coby’s daughter, Taylor Bridges, celebrated her birthday on Nov. 4. Molly Byer of Big Sandy, Tenn., visited relatives last weekend including her brother, David and Betty Greer of Cornersville and also David Jr. and Amy Greer and children, Dave and Mary Elizabeth. Thanks to two special neighbors, Henry Tutor and David Stanton, who purchased new smoke alarms and put them up for me. The world is full of wonderful friends like them. Poem Thank you Lord, the world is mine Today, upon a bus I saw a girl with golden hair. She seemed so gay, I envied her and wished that I was half that fair. As she rose, she hobbled down the aisle; she had one leg and wore a crutch. As she passed she smiled. Oh, God forgive me when I whine, I have two legs; the world is mine. Later on I bought some sweets, the boy who sold them had such charm; I thought I’d stop and talk to him, If I was late it would do no harm. He said, “Thank you sir for being so kind, you can see that I am blind.” Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes, the world is mine. Later while walking down the street, I met a boy with eyes so blue. He stood and watched the others play. I asked, “Why don’t you join the others, dear?” He looked straight ahead and didn’t say a word, then I knew he couldn’t hear. Oh, God forgive me when I whine, I have two ears the world is mine. Two legs to take me where I’d go. Two eyes to see the sunset glow. Two ears; to hear what I should know. Oh Lord forgive me when I whine, I’m blessed indeed; the world is mine. Thoughts
Happy birthday to my grandson, Clark G. Hollingsworth, on Nov. 22. He is the son of Danny and Elizabeth Hollingsworth of Starkville. Clark will be a graduate of Starkville Academy this year. Thanks to Joyce Clayton for one of her special homemade cakes. Prayer list: Cecil Conlee, Diane Clayton, T.M. Stone, Mary Frances Clayton, Maxine Thomas, Donna Marett, Juanita Howell, Adelle Hudson, Connie Work, Lina Mae Rhea, Jean Derryberry, Mary Jo McCallum, Lena Faye Work, Roy and Hazel Foote. Bobby Smithwick and others prepared breakfast at Potts Camp Methodist Church early on Sunday morning for the deer hunters. Mary Minor and Nancy Green attended a recent sweet potato festival at Vardaman where they met a friend of mine, Clyde Wilson of Aberdeen. Memories and History In the early years of our town, a three-room school with a stage was located on Church St. near the lovely old, white frame Methodist Church with a high steeple, built by my grandfather, J.A. Potts in 1904. The land for the church and school was donated by Mary A. Reid, only daughter of Col. Potts, the town’s first settler. By 1913 there were 130 students attending there, some of them boarded in town, walked or came in wagons. The businessmen in town had a vision for a larger school. Across the road from my home now was a larger lot with only a sawmill on it, so the board of trustee’s, Will Potter, L.W. Brown and Dr. Boatner, worked with the other men in town to purchase the larger lot. In 1917, a two-story brick school was built there; many of my aunts, uncles and cousins attended school there. In 1918, an airplane landed across the railroad near the school. Many people had never seen an airplane before. Children started jumping out the windows and doors of the school. The teachers were unable to stop them as they went running to see the plane. Merchants in town closed their doors to join them, and people left the cemetery where a child was being buried. When my family moved to town about 1920-21, my brother, James was old enough to attend the school and my father was depot agent. I would sit on the steps waiting for him to come home. In 1924 I started to Primary there, but that spring the school burned. I remember the smoke blowing over our house and others’; some of them caught fire. Mother and I ran out to bring in the white sheets and daddy’s white shirts off the line. We had no fire department then. In 1925 a new school was built there (part of the present school). Before then, the two-story school only had 11 grades. Many of the pupils attended Slayden Agri school, where they boarded a year to receive a high school diploma. There were many county schools in Mississippi at that time. Students had to have a high school diploma to teach in the county schools. When the schools were consolidated back in the ’30s, the county schools were all closed, and the children had to attend the larger schools. We are proud of our wonderful schools and special teachers! Mary Reid Elementary School is named for Aunt Molly. She was the sister of my great-grandfather, who were children of Colonel E.F. Potts, the first settler of Potts Camp. |
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