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Potts Camp News
Dale Hollingsworth
Lynn and Jamie Goolsby and Joyce Clayton tour Amish community
On
Saturday, Lynn Goolsby and 8-year-old Jamie, also Joyce Clayton, drove
to Lawrenceburg, Tenn., to tour the Amish community. They were riding
in a wagon drawn by a horse; the man let Jamie hold the reins. Later
they drove to Adamsville, Tenn. to visit the home and museum of Buford
Pusser before returning home.
Rev. Jim Buchanan,
pastor of First Baptist Church in Potts Camp for many years, has
resigned. He will be missed; we all love him and his family. Another
retired Baptist pastor, Bro. and Mrs. Fowler, moved back here and built
a house. We love them, too.
Sid Ayers, a friend
from Hickory Flat, was hit in the eye two weeks ago while working on
his farm. We hope the doctor can save it.
Thanks to Joan Gurley for the lovely flowers she picked out of her yard and brought to me.
Jerry
Work was bitten by a snake while fishing on the river recently. The
doctor told him if he hadn’t come to him when he did, he would have
died. Get well wishes to him!
Annie Ruth Stone
talked to two of our special friends we grew up with recently on the
phone. They are Iva B. (Brownlee) Smith of Braxton and Bernise M.
Beaird of Mobile, Ala. They come back home to Potts Camp when they are
in this area. We are always glad to hear from them.
Thoughts
Poem
Lord, help us show
compassion to a world that’s lost in sin, so when we share the
gospel hungry souls for Christ we’ll win.
1.
Are you burdened for someone who needs the Lord? Keep praying and
loving them in deed and truth, and in time they will find Jesus.
2. The most valuable “heirloom” you can leave your family is your faith in “Christ as your Savior.”
3. Prayer
Dear
God, for the time we have failed to give you thanks, forgive us. Help
us to remember daily to praise and thank you for all your blessings.
For Christ’s sake, amen.
Praying
One
day while strolling through the trees and dell, I happened to fallen in
an old hidden well. I cried and screamed and yelled. No one even knew I
had fallen in the well. I tried to climb out the side, but always fell
back to the oncoming tide. Then when that failed I turned to prayer.
There’s nothing that God cannot do, I’ve heard tell. I hoped He knew I
was in the well. Then the prayingest prayer I ever did pray came from
the bottom of the well that day. The Lord did answer and before very
long my friends had me out where I belonged. Things didn’t just happen
by accident for sure. Jesus is the way out, whatever you endure. —
Lindy’s Newsletter
Happy birthday to Whittney and
Brittany Bridges on Oct. 9; to Beth Potts on Oct. 13; to Bobby
Smithwick on Oct. 15; to a special friend, Iva B. on Oct. 16; to my
youngest son, Danny P. Hollingsworth on Oct. 18.
Prayer
list: Charles Henderson, Polly Churchill, Diane Clayton, Lina Mae Rhea,
Mary Jo McCallum, Peggy Ford, Betty Fincher, Lena Faye Work, Hazel
Foote, Connie Work, Henry Tutor. Say a special prayer for those who
have lost their loved ones recently, those who suffer and for our
country.
Memories
Many
people today have never heard of a “coffin house.” Well, I grew up with
one located on the hill a short distance from our home. There may have
been funeral homes in the cities, but we had never seen one. Nannie
Cook was the owner of the coffin house. Her husband operated it until
he died; they also rented out a farm they owned near town. Mr. Cook was
mayor of Potts Camp in 1900. They had three children, Lum, Ann and
Wesley.
We were afraid to go near
that “coffin house!” Mrs. Cook didn’t have to worry
about the Potts kids coming on her land.
The
late Lum Cook told about hearing people coming to their home, sometimes
in the middle of the night in wagons to buy a coffin if a loved one had
died. She could tell what they wanted as they drove the horses slowly
up the hill. Sometimes they would bring the body of the loved one for
Mrs. Cook to place in the casket.
The late Ella
Rea Whaley told that her parents took her there to stay for days, while
they helped Mrs. Cook line the coffins. They would use soft cloth,
mostly white; the higher priced ones were lined in satin, some light
pink or blue. We could hear them hammering in the little house; we
thought it was ghosts. You couldn’t pay us to go up that hill!
Mother
raised chickens; she usually had a yard full of them. Well, so did Mrs.
Cook. Her rooster showed up in our back yard once in a while; that’s
when we usually saw a rooster fight. Mother’s rooster didn’t want him
around. Well, one Christmas, my brother, Lindy, got a BB gun. The
Butler children next door, especially Bobbie, would join him with her
BB gun, and they usually got in trouble. One day, the roosters were
fighting and they tried to stop them with BB guns. Then Lindy hit Mrs.
Cook’s rooster with a big rock and it fell over dead. Mrs. Cook was
really mad about it! Later, Lindy said, “I didn’t have but $1 to my
name, and I had to give it to Mrs. Cook for her old rooster.”
Life was exciting during those days!
Bobbie
was the middle child of Mr. and Mrs. R.L. Butler, the school principal
in the ’30s; she was a tomboy. Jean and Sonny were not as rough as
Bobbie (they lived across the street).
When her
dad drove into the backyard in his old Essex, I’ve seen her swing from
a limb onto the top of his car. She did it every day. One day the
children wanted to see her play. Well, she said that she had other
plans; she was waiting on Mr. Dumplings to take her for a ride. We
watched out the window to see who in the world she was talking about.
Suddenly, a little fat man drove up in his buggy and stopped. She
jumped in beside him and the horse trotted away, pulling the buggy. We
laughed and laughed.
I didn’t laugh the day
Bobbie and Lindy came into our apartment and ate the icing off my
friend’s cake (they had rooms in the house with us).
There was never a dull moment with those two around!
Lindy was a wonderful preacher for 42 years. He was my little brother and I miss him.
Until next week, God bless.
Holly Springs News
Henderson Milan
Hopewell No. 1’s fall festival Oct. 22
Pastor
Leroy James has announced that the revival fall festival will be three
nights at Hopewell No. 1 Oct. 22 through 24. Rev. William Watson of
Memphis will be the evangelist for the three nights. The public is
invited to attend.
Samuel Chapel Church’s picnic was held Saturday, Sept. 21 at Tipton Lake Park.
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