January 7, 2010
Potts Camp News
Sarah Grace Knight celebrates 10th birthday
We hope everyone had a happy, safe Christmas. Thanks to all who sent cards, gifts and food, also visited me and called.
Joyce Clayton and Betty Smith drove to Collierville, Tenn., on Monday to attend the funeral of a relative, Wesley Thompson, at the funeral home. We send sympathy and love to his family.
Several of my grandchildren visited in my home a few days after Christmas. They were Sonya Kidd of Pass Christian and Vickie Winter and daughter Lindsey of Nashville, Tenn. They had spent Christmas at the home of my son, Jimmy and Martha Hollingsworth in Tupelo. They brought gifts.
Iva B. Smith, a friend, of Barton, called to wish me a happy New Year. She grew up in Potts Camp and was the former Iva Brownlee.
Joyce Clayton’s entire family were her New Year’s dinner guests. Her cousin Mary Jane Toney of New Albany visited her on Thursday.
Deanna Rowland Knight and children, Sarah Grace, Caleb and Tyler of Florida spent the Christmas holidays with her parents, Bill and Sue Rowland. On Dec. 31, Sarah Grace celebrated her 10th birthday with a party at the home of her grandparents. Attending were her grandparents, mother, and brothers, as well as cousins: Daniel, Alex and Analisa Smothers; Weston, Ben, and Kyleigh Rowland; Christopher, Jayne and Brendan Rowland; Kylie and Patrick Gurley; Madisyn and Landon Cobbs; and Audrey Poole. Also, attending were several uncles and aunts. After playing several games, the children were served pizza and birthday cake.
Haven (Hale) and Ken Daniels visited me on Sunday and brought a gift. Haven brought her new husband to meet me.
Other Christmas cards with pictures I received were from Amanda and Kent Smith with sons Jack Whaley and Brennan on it. They are grandchildren of Rodney and Betty Whaley. Also a Christmas card with the Hale family, Kerry, Lela, Haven and husband Ken, Brook, Alana and two dogs. They are all special friends on both cards.
Sank Owen, a cousin of Aberdeen, sends an interesting newsletter every year to friends and relatives. He taught school in Potts Camp as a young man, then served in the Army. Later, he taught in Aberdeen and Amory schools. We are sorry he has been sick recently and was a patient at Gilmore Medical Center in Amory. We send get well wishes to him. He came to my 90th birthday party last year.
1. 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 asked Him to send treasures of a far more lasting kind. I asked 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 asked for happiness for you in all things great and small; but it was for His loving care I prayed the most of all.
2. I have no hands but your hands to do my work today. I have no 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 men to God’s side.
Don’t Blame the Children
We read in the paper and hear on the air of killings and stealing and crime everywhere! We sigh and we say, as we notice the trend, “This young generation! Where will it end?”
But can we be sure that it is their fault alone, that maybe a part is that of our own? Are we less guilty who place in their way, too many things that can lead them astray? Too much to spend, too much idle time, too many movies of passion and crime? Too many books not fit to be read, too much crime they hear said, too many juke joints and too many bars, too many hot rods, and rattle trap cars, too many reasons for children to roam, and too many parents who don’t stay at home?
Kids don’t make the movies, they don’t write the books that paint a gay picture of gangsters and crooks. Kids don’t make the liquor, they don’t run the bars, they don’t run the juke joints, they don’t sell the cars. They don’t pan the narcotics. That’s all by older folks, greedy for gain. Delinquent teenagers - oh, how we condemn, we cry in rage and criticize them.
We’re shocked at their morals, amazed at their crimes, and grieve that we live in such perilous times. By the rule of the blameless the Saviour made known, who is there among us to cast the first stone? Remember this saying for oh, it’s so true, the label “delinquent” fits older ones too. —Lindy’s Newsletter
Memories of the ’50s
After World War II, the first Greer and Greer Store was no longer used for a sewing room to make Army uniforms, so a man from Memphis made it into the Dixie Theater. He brought the latest movies there and showed them on a large, colored screen. People came from surrounding towns on weekends to enjoy it on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Willa Floyd sold the tickets and Charles Burris, a teenager, ran the projector. One Sunday, my husband, L.D., kept the two younger children, Betty and Danny, so I could go see “Gone with the Wind.” I was late buying my ticket and popcorn so while I was looking for a seat, they called out “Dale Hollingsworth, you have won the door prize, $10.” I was happy.
Charles bought a motorcycle with some of his money and was killed on it one Sunday afternoon. It was a sad funeral in Potts Camp Methodist Church. (I attended.) He had one brother, Edward. I loved Mr. and Mrs. Burris, their parents.
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