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Wednesday, June 28, 2023 - Page 5
Mildred L. Baker
Sardis - Mildred
L. Baker, age 83, of
Sardis, wife of Donald
Baker, passed away on
Wednesday morning, June
21, 2023, at her residence
in Sardis, GA.
Mildred was born in
Millen, GA, on October 26,
1939, to the late George &
Willow Lambert. Mildred
loved to cook and bake,
especially for her family,
her 21 layered chocolate
cake being one of their
favorites. She enjoyed
doing yard work and being
a member of the McDonald
Baptist Church.
In addition to her parents,
Mildred was preceded
in death by her first
husband, Julian Waters;
sons, Wayne Waters,
James Edward “Beetle”
Waters, Christopher Baker;
daughter, Lynn Waters
Hendley; brothers, Paul
Lambert, Erving “Bubber”
Lambert; and her sisters,
Sybil Cates, Louise Bragg
and Joyce Bragg.
Those who will cherish
her memory include her
husband, Donald Baker;
sons and daughters-in-law;
Randy & Joy Waters, Ray
& Kim Waters, Brandon &
Amanda Baker; daughters
and sons-in-laws, Mary
Williams, Sue & Don
Brower, Millie & James
Bragg, Tammy & Jerry
Williams; sisters and
brother-in-law; Peggy
Burke, Geneva & Harold
Fries; 20 grandchildren
and 35 great-grandchildren.
Chaplain Robert
Thompson officiated the
funeral service that was
held on Saturday, June
24, 2023, at Thompson-
Strickland-Waters Funeral
Home Chapel. Interment
followed at Sardis
Cemetery.
Please share your
thoughts and memories
about Mildred and
her life at www.
thompsonstricklandwaters.
com
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§3 The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He re-
storeth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righ
teousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear
no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the
presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head
with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and
mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I
will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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PASTOR
Continued from page 3
Pastoral Installation
Mt. Carmel Missionary
Baptist Church
for
Pastor Lercy Jordan Jr.
July 9th 2023 at 2:30 P.M.
Guest speaker:
Rev. W. F. Hampton
Harts Grove Baptist Church
Stapleton Ga.
Everyone is Welcome
6-28.23
were loved by the Chinese
children. Her influence
continues in China today.
One of her legacies is
an annual emphasis on
international missions in
many local churches. She
said, the time of year when
we celebrate Christ's birth
and exchange gifts is a
great time to give to send
the "good tidings of great
joy" to the whole world.
The Bible challenges
us to broaden our view and
think outside of ourselves.
Therefore, William Carey
enlarged his little tent
in England to bring the
Gospel of Jesus Christ to
India in 1793. "Enlarge
the place of your tent and
let them stretch out the
curtains of your dwellings;
do not spare; lengthen
your cords, and strengthen
your stakes," (Isaiah 54:2).
Therefore, we need to do
what we can while we can
to bring the good news
about Jesus to everyone
in every place across the
globe.
CARMEN
Continued from page 3
for everyone. The
cookhouse came to be after
my daddy's cousin in Plains,
Georgia had a massive tree
fall during a storm and had
it taken to a sawmill. He
gave daddy some of the
planks from the tree and
daddy built a beautiful
table and benches from it.
He loved it and bless his
heart he assumed my Mama
would be allowing it into
her house. However, it did
not fit mama's “asthetic”.
That my friends is how the
Cooper Cookhouse came
to be. Daddy built the
cookhouse so he'd have a
place to put his table. The
rest is history. We've made
a LOT of memories around
that table and we eat in the
cookhouse from Easter until
nearly Thanksgiving. It is
not a fancy outdoor kitchen
like you see on HGTV by
any means but it is just
perfect for us and we love it.
Friends are always welcome.
Breakfast is at 8 o'clock
sharp and your order must
be called in at a quarter til. I
don't make the rules.
This week, I'm going to
leave you with my favorite
meal straight outta my
mama's kitchen. Mama
has cooked it my whole
life and it tastes even better
when she makes it in the
cookhouse- especially when
you're just home from a
2000 mile road trip. Enjoy it
and enjoy the people around
your table.
Place chops in a black
skillet with a little butter
and brown on both
sides, (salt and pepper if
desired). While the chops
are browning make the
red sauce (gravy). 1 cup
vinegar 1 cup catsup 1 half
cup mustard, onion salt,
garlic salt..dash of hot sauce
and dash of Worcestershire
sauce When chops are
brown, pour the sauce over
the chops, cover and allow
to simmer until the gravy
is thick. If it gets too thick,
add a little more vinegar. If
too thin add more catsup.
Serve over mashed potatoes.
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Hymns That
Touch th % fteart
The Battle
Hymn of the
Republic
By Sam Eades, Publisher/Writer
for
The Times
As July fourth comes around again, I am reminded of
my Dad.
You see. My Dad, Jack, served in The United States
Navy. He spoke about where he served and the work he
did many times throughout my life. My Dad worked on a
submarine as a Line Officer (a U.S. Navy commissioned
officer or warrant officer who excercises general command
and does operational command positions on a submarine).
He would tell me different stories of how it was then. You
know those things like, how the food was, what the jokes
were around the vessel, how they would fall off the bed
more times than he could count, or my favorite, their
partners waiting for them at home. He would say, "you
know son, we didn't get much of a chance to call home, we
had to write. I still have those letters today.
Now, one subject sticks in my mind. It is that of
the songs they would sing on the vessel to pass the time
away. They would include,
"Anchors Away", "Bicycle
Built for two", "God bless
America", and of course his
favorite, "The battle hymn of
the Republic."
Now, Dad was a
really good singer. He had
a naturally smooth tenor/
baritone voice. Not to
mention he whistled very
well and let's not forget his
famous "yodeling". He
was really good at all of
it. Ocassionally he would
sing for the guys aboard
the submarine to give them just a little entertainment, to
remind them of home.
The hymn, "Battle hymn of the Republic, was written
by Julia Ward Howe as a pro-union, anti-slavery anthem.
It does prove to me that this song belongs to all of us. I
am sure you are like I was, I didn't even know the "Battle
Hymn" had ties to the Civil War up until I began to write
this story. Because, I and maybe you, if you grew up with a
similar flavor of Christianity, only sang it in Church.
Little did I know the song, with its words of "Glory,
glory, hallelujah," had been used to root for college football
teams, or as an anthem for labor unions.
A local folk singer and historian, from where I grew up,
who performed wth his wife in a show that features Civil
War music, named, Sparky Rucker, said" the "Battle Hymn"
rallies with its rhythm: It's just the right cadence to march
along, if you're marching at a picket line or marching down
the street carrying signs. It also really gets your blood going
and makes you feel like you could conquer anything."
I learned while writing, that even Martin Luther King,
Jr., the day before he was killed, ended his "I've been to the
mountaintop" speech with the words, "mine eyes have seen
the glory of the coming of the Lord." Even M.L. King's
Church took up this hymn as an anthem to him and the civil
rights movement.
You see, this hymn does relate to all of us. And makes it
everyone's battle cry.
Have a happy Fourth of July everyone!
Sing with me
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Refrain:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps,
I can read the righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
Refrain:
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of all before his judgment seat,
O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Refrain:
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was bom across the sea.
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
As he died to make us holy, let us die that all be free!
While God is marching on.
Julia Ward Howe
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