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Potts Camp News
Dale Hollingsworth

Congratulations to Potts Camp High School cross country team

The cross country track team went to State at Clinton last weekend. Many parents of the runners were there, including Lynn and Martha Goolsby, parents of Hanna Goolsby.

Joann Potts of Olive Branch visited in my home on Sunday, Nov. 2. I was glad to see her and her little dog. Joann is the wife of the late Lindy Potts, a special brother who died young.

We wish the winners of the recent election a success! The USA is the most wonderful nation in the world. God is still in control!

Thoughts
1. In Matthew 9, Jesus reminded His disciples that a good harvest was waiting, but the laborers were few. Sometimes we forget that God may want us to be a part of the answer to our prayers. We ask Him to bless our church, but refuse to serve; we plead for loved ones to be saved, but never speak a word of testimony to them. We ask the Lord to comfort the shut-ins, but never visit them. Sometimes we pray for people in financial trouble, but never give them a dime.
2. By feeding on your blessed word, dear Lord, I will no longer weak and childish be; as I listen to your spirit’s voice, may Christ-like love and grace be seen in me.
Thoughts
It is important to teach children healthy habits at an early age. Things my Dad, Benton Potts, taught us over the years –
1. Pay the church first, and pay bills next; save a little of each paycheck.
2. Respect and love people of all races; God made us all.
3. Dress neat and clean before leaving home for school, church or work.
4. Study your lessons; take part in sports, clubs and programs.
5. Attend church and Sunday school; say the blessing before every meal (say your prayers at night).
6. Learn the history of your family. As we sat on the front porch at night after supper, he would tell us about growing up in the Potts Camp area. We rode in an old T model Ford for many years. Sometimes we had to get out and push it up a hill, then we would run and jump in. If it rained we had fabric curtains over the windows. I was afraid when we crossed Tippah River wooden bridge, the boards would shake and pop. Those were happy days!
Thoughts
My Prayer
Dear Lord, I pray at the close of each day you’ll find I’ve helped someone, some how, some way; that I’ve not failed in word or deed to lighten the heart of someone in need; though my talents be few, I pray that you will find me a credit to you. For Christ’s sake, amen.

Happy birthday to Virgie Kelly and Shania Stanton on Nov. 13, and to Carrie Jewell Taylor on Nov. 15. Happy birthday to my grandson, Clark Hollingsworth, son of Danny and Elizabeth Hollingsworth, on Nov. 22. This is his first year in college.

Prayer list: Lina Mae Rhea, Mary Jo McCallum, Diane Clayton, Mary Lois Gurley, Lena Fay Work, Connie Work, Betty Fincher, Billy Lee Maxie, Polly Churchill, Henry Clifton, Mary Frances Clayton, Henry Tutor.

History and Memories
Potts Camp’s Bicentennial (1976)

Roger Clayton, mayor of Potts Camp, showed his Bicentennial spirit by growing a handsome beard for the town’s celebration on July 3. He also served as one of the escorts for the style show that day.

The grounds near the Potts Camp Bank (then on Center St.) were the setting for the Potts Camp Bicentennial.

It began at 11 a.m. with A.L. Sanders, school principal, as master of ceremonies. He introduced Rev. Marlin Raines, the new pastor of Potts Camp Methodist Church, who gave the invocation. Dallas King led the crowd in the Pledge of Allegiance, and Roger Clayton gave the welcoming address, followed by a brief history of Potts Camp by Dallas King. Irene Wilson led the crowd in the national anthem, accompanied by Jerry Sparks on the piano and Keith Watkins on the drums. Mitch Stone Jr. demonstrated the shooting of a muzzle loader gun, a replica of the one used in 1776.

Following the opening ceremonies, fund-raising games and exhibits were opened, arts and crafts were on display throughout the day. Paintings by Marsha Shaw and Mrs. Bobby Mitchell of Holly Springs were exhibited, also those by Mrs. Larry Crockett of Oxford and Charles Brown of Potts Camp. Prizes were given during the day, donated by several organizations - first, Potts Camp Lions Club, a radio won by Corbett Marlar Jr.; second, Potts Camp Jr. Civics Club, a cookware set won by Jimbo Gilliam; third, Potts Camp Fire Department, an afghan made by Mrs. D.W. Fuller, won by Emma Mayer; fourth, in the fiddlers’ contest, both Frank Bennett and W.H. Henson were awarded prizes. The most eye-catching event was the fashion show by Irene Wilson; about 25 women modeled their Bicentennial costumes. The seven escorts were mayor Roger Clayton, James Carl Pipkin, Carey Mayer, Robert Luther, Don Randolph and A.L. Sanders of the Potts Camp Lions Club. A barbecue supper was prepared by chief Pruitt of the Potts Camp Fire Department, which was enjoyed by all who were present. The bands of Dennis Henderson of Holly Springs and David Dee of Memphis provided music throughout the day. The day was climaxed by an old fashioned square dance by Pop Berryhill of the Bethlehem Community. Thanks to the four organizations of Potts Camp who made it all possible, and to everyone who participated in all the games and entertainment during the day! I enjoyed it; I stayed there all day!

Snow Lake News
Barbara Salling

Mother Nature rains tons of leaves upon us

Hear that whirring sound? It’s that time of year again!

Fall! You know why they call it fall? That’s because it is the time of year when the leaves abandon the trees and come to rest in our yards, our driveways, our decks, docks, porches, and the streets and just about everywhere you look!

And, we have to rake them up in piles, bag them and dispose of them. Yes that’s right, it’s our job. Some all-knowing power puts them there so we can dispose of the waist deep, brown (and by the time we usually get to them) wet, stinking leaves. Where do we put them? That’s a secret known only to the “leaf gatherers.” But they do eventually disappear.

I remember many years ago when we lived in Little Rock, the city absolutely spoiled us. All we had to do was get the leaves to the gutter by raking or leaf blower, and the city was nice enough to come by with a sort of a snorkel-looking thingy that vacuumed up the leaves, mulched them and carried them off somewhere! Unbelievable, but true; they really did that! So now that we’re old and out of shape, we get to (see previous paragraph) do what we have to do.

We have a steep driveway, so if we don’t keep the driveway clear of leaves, the car starts to act like a skier on a ski jump headed for the lake! Traction starts to disappear and it gets real exciting. Sooo, we do away with the leaves in self-defense.

How in the world can something that was so beautiful a couple of weeks ago be so ugly and hard to deal with a few weeks later? What I really can’t understand are the mighty oaks. They hold on to their brown leaves until you think you are finally through with the raking, bagging and disposing; then they shower down a whole new tree-full of oak leaves and acorns.

Maybe Mother Nature keeps the leaves there to protect the squirrels from the wind. Ah, yes, and don’t forget the nuts. Besides large oak trees, we are blessed with several hickory trees where the cute little squirrels get up in the top of them and throw down hickory nuts at us, day and night. Don’t they ever sleep? We can hear nuts hitting the roof all day and nighttime too. Boy, am I glad we don’t have a metal roof; living between two metal roofs is enough for anyone to tolerate.

OK, enough about nature. This is also the time of year when the trees start to thin out due to losing their leaves, and expose a new, better view of our beautiful lake. That is called making lemonade out of lemons! Lights across the lake are once more becoming more visible as the leaves fall and the reflections in the water are also more beautiful every night. The view; that is what we enjoy most about our community, other than the good friendships we have made in our almost five years that we have been Snow Lakers.

This past weekend Bob Shears started installing his holiday lights, and as expected, it is getting better every year. As Bob was working on his creative adventure we were excited to see the show of lights and their reflections in the rippling water. This time next month, the lake will come alive with holiday lights as their reflections multiply in the beautiful clear water and many Snow Lakers will be looking forward to the Christmas Boat Parade. Who needs to go to the large cities to see the lights?

You can tell that hunting season is upon us by the occasional gunshot sound off in the distance. Happy hunters bringing home the bacon, or rather venison, for some good ole’ wild game cooking, or so they say. It is my understanding that there is an art to cooking wild game and only a few master the art of proper seasoning and doneness. Hubby and Son enjoy deer and duck and as they continue trying to cook “the perfect duck” they always reminisce and agree with many others that my father-in-law was the best of the best and famous for his seasoning, when it came to cooking game.

John Sealy has been working the last couple of weeks getting all his equipment and deer stands ready for the season; so John and all of you other Snow Lake hunters who are anxiously waiting for that day, enjoy and be careful. And don’t forget to take your cell phones, in case of an accident.

And oh yeah, Happy Birthday, Marine Corps!

barb.snowlake@yahoo.com

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