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Community NewsPotts Camp News Mary Minor PC Methodist Charge plans fund-raiser Bo
Bear and family of Pittsburgh, Penn. recently visited his mother, Diane
Burton of Memphis, Tenn., and his grandmother, Mildred Bowen of Potts
Camp. They also visited his aunt and uncle, John and Betty Bowen in
Oxford and attended an Ole Miss basketball game. Town
clerk Paula Mansel attended city clerk training in Biloxi and Jackson
last week. She also attended Court Clerk training. Full-time deputy
clerk Shelia Williams was in the office all week. Sympathy
is extended to the family of G.R. Thompson. Funeral services were held
Friday, Feb. 15, with burial in the Salem Baptist Church cemetery. When
I started school, G.R. had converted an old milk hauling truck into a
school bus and came to pick us up for school. He drove a school bus for
several years for the Marshall County School System. He was also a
veteran of the U.S. Army during World War II. Congratulations
to the Potts Camp Lady Cardinals for winning the Region 2-2A Tournament
in Walnut last week. Also, congratulations go to the Potts Camp
Cardinals, who came in second place in the tournament after losing by
two points in overtime. Potts Camp School baseball and softball games began on Saturday, Feb. 16. It was a very cold day to be outside. If
you are in New Albany, stop by the Union County Heritage Museum and
view the folk art exhibits. Jeanette Stone has works on display along
with several other artists. The exhibit will run through March 20. On
March 2 the Potts Camp Methodist Charge will have a fund-raiser for
their mission project, the Samaritan House. The event will start at 12
noon and end at 3 p.m. Barbecue plates will be on sale at noon. A
silent auction will also be held during the same time frame. At 3 p.m.,
Bro. Don Newton will be demonstrating the molding of clay. On
Easter Sunday the Bethlehem United Methodist Church will host services
for the Potts Camp Charge. There will be breakfast at 9 a.m. with
morning worship at 10 a.m. A sunrise service, breakfast and special services are being planned for Easter Sunday at First Baptist Church in Potts Camp. Happy
Birthday to the following: Megan Watkins (Feb. 25), Billy Joe Jarrett
and Denise Gurley Wilson (Feb. 28), and Karlie Pipkin (Feb. 29). Prayer
requests: Johnny Cardwell, Tiffany Erwin, Sandra (Gilliam) Beaver, Ann
Callicutt, Sue Colella, William Cook, Joann Gholston Cox, Carol Jean
Davis, Talmadge and Marie Edwards, Larry and Rita Elliott, Mary Ann
(Todd) Fleckinger, W.R. Gandy, Edward Gurley, Mitchell Gurley, Pam
Hall, Betty Hearn, Louise Hutchens, Pauline Hutchens, Joan Kelly,
Robert H. and Jean King, Mildred Marbury, Polly Poole Pratt, Orville
Rhynes, Knowlton Shaw, Mike Shaw, Lois Swaney Shipp, Shirley Smith,
Katie Smithwick, Sylvia (Clark) Smithwick, Pam Sparks, Charles W.
Thomas, and Lawrence White. Memories of Sylvia (Seymour) Akin It
is gone now, but when I was a child, a huge oak tree grew alongside the
sidewalk that ran past the Henderson home on Sycamore Street in Potts
Camp. The tree was large – wide enough for a man to hide behind – and
one night one did. My grandfather, Charlie Alvis, had just returned
from Memphis, his pockets full of cash, from the sale of a load of
timber. He had parked the flatbed truck he had driven down by the
railroad tracks on Front Street as there was no room to park it on
Pontotoc Street, our street. He was just
passing the tree when someone stepped out from behind the tree and hit
him in the head, knocking him out. When he came to, all of his money
was gone. He walked the short half block up the street to the home of
the town marshal, Butler Overton, to report the crime. As
Granddaddy didn’t know who had knocked him out, not much could be done.
However, word got round of the mugging, and someone told someone, who
told someone, who told my grandmother of a local fortuneteller who, for
a small fee, could identify the scoundrel. I went
with my grandparents when they visited the fortuneteller. It was just
the three of us – their children disapproved. I remember that to enter
her house we walked up three or four rickety wooden steps; that the
room we entered was small, with a picture of Jesus that had been cut
from a magazine pasted to the wall, and that it smelled strongly of
kerosene; that the fortuneteller was a short, dumpy, woman of middle
age with black hair and dark, sympathetic eyes. I remember that as soon
as we entered the room, before we even sat down, the fortuneteller said
that she knew who had hit Granddaddy and stolen his money, but that he
was her kin and if she told his name he would hurt her. We
left and that would have been the end of it, except that for many years
after, whenever I walked past the tree, I always stepped off the
sidewalk and walked down the middle of the street. To add news, birthdays, or prayer requests to this column, email minor.mary@att.net or call 662-333-7054.
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