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How do you say good-by to a
brother?
By remembering?
I remember those marble
games in Granny’s room on the cold
winter nights when frost enshrouded
the earth, and the chalked circle we
drew on the rug, and how the marbles
would always seem to wind up under
the further reaches of the bed ....
I remember the time Mother made a
mad dash around the corner at
Covington Street at about five miles
per hour and you saved me from
injury by snatching the lap robe I was
covered with, when the old Stude
baker’s door flew open ....
And those first Daisy air rifles
we had that would not kill a fly at
more than ten paces and how Uncle
Howard would take us out to the farm
and we would go “hunting” and pose
for a picture, which I still have, as if
returning from an African safari
.... And how we graduated to the
more powerful Benjamin pump air
guns and the time that Mrs. Hendricks
had Mister Charlie Thornton, the
Jackson police chief, summons us
from our lunch because someone had
been rattling her tin-covered barn
roof with BB’s and how all of a sudden
we set up closer targets ....
And those hog killing days at the
farm, which meant lard rendering
and sausage stuffing at home and the
great iron pot under the old oak tree
brimming full of those delicious
cracklings, too many of which laid us
both low before we found out our
stomachs had bottoms .... And
those barefoot, sun-filled days of
spring and summer when we would
send our home-made kites halfway to
the moon, so high that they were out of
sight, and the paper messages we
would send up on the string ....
And those baseball games in our
back yard, barely 40 feet wide, with
balls rattling off the kitchen screen
and bringing out an irate Mother with
her admonitions .... And those
titanic baseball struggles at the
Pepperton diamond and the day that
Toots Caston hit a 450-foot home run
over the schoolhouse and later how
you. Smith Price and I cowered for an
hour in a small coupe as a terrific
summer storm swept across the field
And the time in the early ’3o’s
when it snowed heavily before
Christmas and you, Woody and I
searched for hours for a cedar tree,
only to compromise for a pine and
three cases of near pneumonia
.... And those rare Thanksgiving
Days when Dad would make his
annual loading of the .410 and we with
our trusty Benjamins would take off
for the farm in search of game, with
the sure knowledge that the only
wildlife in danger was us ... .
And that horrible fire at the
Standard Oil plant in the mid-30’s,
when it seemed the whole earth would
go up in flames, and you, Dad and I
hosed down the roof which threatened
to catch at any minute and how I
wheeled Granny in her chair up to the
Franklins to give her extra protection
And those winter trips to the
farm, which Dad was trying to
operate along with a newspaper, and
how Mother would always hesitate
when approaching a mud puddle to
send Dad out for an inspection. And
how Dad never saw a puddle the car
couldn’t go through and Mother never
saw one that it could. And, as a result,
an axe and a shovel were always
taken along for emergency use and
used quite often ....
And those early Christmases
when love rather than material
blessings made bright the season. The
THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA
Weekly
Devotional
Rev. Arthur L. Price, Pastor
Second Baptist Church
IN THE FULLNESS
OF TIME
Gal. 4:4
We can look in the Bible
and find many great events
that have already taken
place as well as read the
prophecy of some great
events that have not yet
taken place but will out there
in the future. Certainly the
grandest and greatest night
of all time was when Jesus
Christ was born. God’s Son
was bom to be our Saviour,
born to die for our sins, born
to save us, born that we
might be reborn. We have no
trouble understanding that if
we are born once, we shall
die twice. Yet if we are born
twice, we shall only die once,
if Jesus tarries His coming.
This was a night to cause the
angels to sing “Glory to God
in the Highest.” The Son of
Man came into the world.
When was Jesus born? We
find the answer in our text.
The Bible says “in the
year each of us got a dozen Baby Ruth
bars and were sick for days and the
Lionel electric train and the
hand-pulled horse racing game
that kept both of us and Hiram and
Robert engaged for days ....
And the summer night that
Vera and I, all of 12, were walking
back from Kitty Thornton’s prom
party, holding hands from fear more
than love, and you and a bunch of your
fellow ruffians jumped from behind
the tall, dark hedge near her home
and scared the living daylights out of
both of us ... .
And it was about that same time
when you had already noticed that
girls were different from boys and
lovely Martha Franklin took you in
tow and taught you how to dance to the
scratchy music of the old Victrola,
which I still have, and how wonderful
I thought it must be to be able to whirl
a girl around the floor and how jealous
I was of you ....
And my first night ever away
from home at the University in the
dormitory room we shared and how
lonesome I was for some of mother’s
supper biscuits and Dad’s comforting
words and how you helped make
easier that transition from boyhood to
manhood ....
And that scary night in ’3B when
Jimmy Cornell and I were blithely
studying in the same room one Sunday
night in October when Orson Welles
was terrifying the world with his
simulated Martian invasion. And how
you heard it at home on that huge
Majestic radio that occupied half a
room and how you told mother, in
your first conscious reaction to the
panic that was sweeping a nation, that
“I’ve got to go to Athens to get
Vincent” ....
And that December day in 1940
when you brought Martha, as pretty
then as she is now, in to introduce her
to Mother and Dad and Sue and me as
your new bride. And how we all have
thanked you through all the
intervening years for the greatest
Christmas present any son or brother
ever presented his family ....
And all those rare, vintage
October days when tanned pigskin
rose high against the Sanford stadium
sky and those valorous gladiators clad
in red and white sent the packed
stadium into alternating periods of
frenzy and frustration .... and
how you loved and followed them all,
Sinkwich and Trippi and Tarkenton
and Harrison and on back to Downs
and Key and Mott and Chandler and
Dickens and Catfish Smith and on and
on ... .
And the Christmases, all of
them, and the magical, mystical,
child-like faith and joy you always
caught at the season which infected
everyone you touched and found you,
on Christmas Eve, closer to the
Bethlehem manger than any person
I’ve ever known ....
And the struggles that you,
Mother, Dad and I often had with the
paper, especially when we had to go it
alone for extended periods, and how
we drew strength from one another as
the sun draws water and how we
became a cohesive team, irretriev
ably bound together ....
Once there were four of us:
Dad—brilliant, solid, a born news
paperman, a genuine carat, a real
Chesterfield; Mother—witty, charm
ing, warm, loving and like you, a real
extrovert; You —talented above all
the rest, a restless spirit, marching to
the beat of a distant drummer, always
searching and never quite finding,
with a heart as big as your large body
And now there is one.
Rest in peace,
Vincent
fullness of time.” Why did He
not come hundreds of years
before or hundreds of years
after that time? God has a
program for the world. He is
always on time. He sent His
Son when it was the best time
for Him to come. We can go
back to the Garden of Eden
and see God’s promise of the
Saviour. Man had just fallen
into sin and brought the
whole human race into utter
ruin. The serpent had been
used of the devil to tempt
humanity so God pronounced
a curse upon him. The seed of
the woman would bruise the
head of the serpent. Christ
would someday crush Satan.
Now in Bethlehem lies the
baby in a manger, the seed of
a woman. Man had nothing to
do with His birth. Jesus
would grow up and crush
Satan and one day cast him
into the lake of fire.
God had told Abraham that
thru his descendants all the
nations of the earth would be
blessed. Jesus was the One
destined to bless all nations.
Being One that cannot be
untrue to His promises,
history reveals to us that he
has done so. David sang of a
great king whose name
would endure forever. This
name, Jesus, has been used
for somewhere around two
thousand years and that
Name will endure forever.
Isaiah said, “His Name shall
be called Wonderful, Coun
sellor, the Mighty God, the
Everlasting Father, the
Prince of Peace.” We see
that His Name denotes His
offices. He has filled every
one of these offices. The
Bible tells us that He would
come from the tribe of
Judah, and the line of David
and that He would be born in
Bethlehem. Every detain of
Old Testament prophecy was
fulfilled in Jesus Christ.
The Jewish people looked
for the Messiah, but He never
came. Now they were a
conquered nation, subject to
the power of the powerful and
arrogant Romans. Darkness
had settled over them. Bright
hopes were turned into black
despair. It appeared that God
had forgotten them. Still we
must never forget that God
can take something bad and
turn in into something good.
Man’s extremity is God’s
opportunity. We know that it
is always darkest just before
the dawn. So now it is time
for all the Messianic hopes to
be fulfilled. It is time for
Jesus, God’s Son, to come.
He arrived right on time. We
can thank God that Jesus did
come. He was right on
schedule according to God’s
plan. The long wait is over
and Christ the Saviour is
born. Then on the Great
Night an angel of the Lord
appeared to the shepherds,
saying, “Unto you is born
this day in the city of David a
Saviour which is Christ the
Lord.” Suddenly the heavens
were filled with angels and
they sang the great chorus,
“Peace on earth, good will to
men.” The birth of Christ
was so important that God
opened up the heavens and
sent His best angelic choir
down to sing about it. This
was the grandest night of all
the years and the grandest
time in our life is when we
receive this same Jesus as
our personal Lord and
Saviour.
CAMELLIAS EASY
Camellias are one of the
easiest plants to grow—if their
requirements are met. Exten
sion Service horticulturists
say their demands are few
and simple—but rather exact
ing. All camellias have strict
drainage requirements. Make
sure that all surface and soil
water drains away from the
plant roots quickly.
FRUIT EATERS
We Americans are eating
more fruit than ever. The
increase in consumption this
year was about ten pounds,
double the 1974 rate. Asa
result, each of us now eats
about 212 pounds of fruit a
year. Fresh fruit eating in
creased five percent, to 82
pounds per person. Processed
use was also up five per cent,
to about 130 pounds.
Creative Cook
Here’s a gift suggestion for
the person with a creative
cook on her list. Give her a
new pan or appliance—and
attach one of your favorite
recipes.
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 18, 197S
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GETTING ALONG WITH OTHER PEOPLE
If you desire to get along with other people, then be slow
to criticize and quick to compliment. As you know, too many
times it is the other way around. We are quick to criticize and
slow to compliment. You love compliments. You dislike
criticism. Do you think other people are any different? Jesus
taught: “Do unto others as you would like for them to do unto
you.”
There is an old adage which says: “He who throws mud
loses ground.” Which is another way of saying that a critical
attitude will never help you get anywhere except miserable.
In one of Paul’s letters, Romans, we read: “You have no right
to criticize your brother or to look down on him.” Learn to
accept and overlook the often irritating little faults others
may have. Take the advice of Jesus: “First get the log out of
your eye, then you can see better to remove the splinter from
the eye of your brother.”
How, then, are we to react if we are the victim of
criticism? When criticism comes your way, accept it if it is
valid. Ignore it if it isn’t. It is as simple as that. Nothing
complicated about it.
You will get more from people—help them and help
yourself—by warming them up rather than beating them
down. A little girl was hitting a turtle with a stick as hard as
she could. Her grandfather saw her and asked what she was
doing. “I’m trying to make the turtle come out of it’s shell,”
she replied. The grandfather, with wisdom gained during the
years, didn’t say a word. He simply picked up the turtle and
carried the turtle near the campfire. In no time at all the
turtle came out of its shell. Warm people up instead of
beating them down. Compliments are something each of us
appreciate even if we don’t deserve them.!
Then, if you wish to get along with other people, don’t
always insist on your own way. The Bible tells us that “love
does not always insist on its own way . . . ” The person who
always insists on his own way will end up a very lonely
person. If you win an argument and lose a friend, you have
lost far more than you have gained.
Don’t be afraid to admit you are wrong. Some people,
unfortunately, aren’t ever willing to admit they are in error.
A woman jumped out of her car after an accident and shouted
angrily: “When will all you people ever learn to watch where
you are going! You are the fourth car I have hit today!”
Be willing to accept responsibility if you have made a
mistake. A businessman boarded a New York to Chicago
train. He told the porter: “I’m a heavy sleeper and I need you
to wake me up at 3:00 a.m. to get off in Buffalo. Regardless of
what I say, get me up and off the train. I have some important
business there.” The next morning the man awakened in
Chicago. He found the porter and used much abusive
language at the porter because he failed to get him off in
Buffalo. After the man had left, someone said to the porter:
“How could you stand there and take that kind of talk from
that man?” The porter said: “That ain’t nothing. You should
have heard what the man said that I put off in Buffalo.”
Learn to appreciate the abilities in others and to
applaude them. Get ride of jealously. Give credit when credit
is due. Giving credit to another dosen’t discredit you. Rather,
it does the opposite.
Again I say it: “The ability to get along with other
people is one of the finest qualities one can possess.” It is an
expression of four principles taught by Christ: “Go the
second mile ; do unto others as you would have them do unto
you; turn the other cheek; and love thy neighbor as thyself.”
The Progress-Argus is happy to print the
following poem, submitted by Julie Morris,
11-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Carlton
Morris and a sixth grade student at Henderson
School.
CHRISTMAS DAY
Christmas Day is my favorite day!
When everyone is always happy and gay.
When the children are playing with their toys
That Santa left the night before.
And remembering Christ who was born this day
To die on the cross to take our sins away.
He is one you should trust and obey
Not just Christmas but every day.
Julie Morris
£Edifoi/
So many times during the Christmas Seal Campaign
people ask us what the purpose of Christmas Seals really is,
where does all the money go, and who gets the benefits?
Perhaps several pointers on these questions are in order. Last
year the Georgia Lung Association received $447,000 and the
Atlanta Lung, our affiliate, $205,000. The American Lung
Association together with the lung associations across the
country collected $45 million. 90 percent of all funds collected
remain in the state where they were contributed. There the
money is spent according to the rulings of a Board of Directors.
Georgia’s Board consists of 55 members who represent all parts
of Georgia. Their task is to see that the best programs reach the
most people and that the Christmas Seal Funds are spent
accordingly. So if anyone asks who is benefiting, we can say,
“everyone does”. Either through research, services to
hospitals, patient services, or preventive education, all
Georgians benefit.
The name “Lung Association” instead of “T B
Association” does mean that we have dropped tuberculosis but
that we have forced to broaden our scope to all lung diseases. So
many disorders mimicked T B and-or were a prelude to it that it
was necessary that we take on the task. Since air pollution and
smoking were found to be common denominators in most lung
problems they too had to be attacked.
So, when we say, “please give to Christmas Seals, it’s a
matter of life and breath”, we really mean it. And whose life and
breath? Why, everyone’s. The better we control emphysema,
bronchitis, asthma, the better we prevent air pollution and help
smokers kick the habit; the better we make others feel and the
more people we will prevent from contacting one of these
“breath robbers”.
Sincerely,
Raymond F. Corpe, M.D.
President, Georgia Lung Association
‘Whatsoever
Things’
By Donald E. Wildmon
THE MARKET BULLETIN
Wednesday, December 10, 1975
Dear Editor:
We in Butts County appreciate your coverage
of our national award-winning FFA chapter. The
picture published in your November 26 issue,
however, was captioned “Jackson County”. The
chapter is from Jackson High School, in Jackson,
Georgia, county seat of Butts County.
Jackson County, incidentally, just beat Butts
County out of a state Beautification through
Conservation award with some fine work and a fine
presentation. We certainly don’t want them getting
credit for our FFA chapter!
We are proud of the diligent and imaginative
work that Mr. Richard Ledford and his students do,
and we appreciate your being interested enough to
publish information about them.
Charles T. Huggins, Jr.
Mayor, City of Flovilla
(Editor’s note: Thank you, Mayor Huggins, for
your letter. We apologize.)
The Christmas Spirit Of ’75
In city squares and parks and shopping centers
throughout the U.S.A. decorated community trees will glow
with the Christmas spirit between now and the Twelfth Night
or Epiphany, January 6, marking the end of the Christmas
Holiday Season.
Lighting tree ceremonies have begun. One of the
outstanding events will take place on the evening of
December 18 in Washington, D. C., when President Ford
pushes the button to light the living National Community,
Christmas Tree on the Ellipse, near the White House.
The 1975 Christmas Pageant of Peace program at the
Ellipse will have a Bicentennial theme with music and
pageantry depicting some of the activities of the colonies
during the Revolutionary period. Christmas in 1775 bore
resemblances to Christmas as it will be celebrated 200 years
later, points out John W. Dixon, Texas industrialist and
President of the Christmas Pageant of Peace Committee.
Christmas was controversial in that year of mounting
tensions. The Cityof Boston was under British seige. Colonial
Christmas celebrations were outlawed for a time in
Massachusetts. Ordinances urged that Christmas be kept
with “more solemn humility” and the rugged climate and
hardships sapped much time and energy of those early
settlers. In Virginia, communities were few and scattered,
and the threat of Indian attack made holiday travel
hazardous or impossible.
All of these factors kept Christmas a much simpler
celebration than its counterpart in 1975. Yet, Christmas then
appealed to all the senses just as it will this December—2oo
years later.
Although some may embellish the quiet colonial history
of the celebration, isn’t it timely to ask ourselves: Is thef
Christmas spirit alive and well at the deeper level of caring
and sharing among neighbors?
Our troubled world is in dire need of more men and
women of goodwill. As night follows day, there will be an
outpouring of sentiment and concern for the needy, the lonely,
the sick and despondent. And, as recently editorialized by the
Philadelphia Evening Bulletin, “Lest it fade into
forgetfulness, this heightened awareness of people—young
and old—needs to be reinforced and sustained throughout
1976, the Nation’s Bicentennial year.”
This is the time to move the Christmas spirit into a
spirit of mutual cooperation by national leaders, politicians,
business, labor, community and religious leaders. Gifts of
time and involvement on behalf of people who are in need is
really what the season is all about.
What better way to express the spirit of the season than
by giving gifts in much larger packages than could ever be
tied with ribbons and bows?
LIKE VEGETABLES
Americans have shown a
healthy craving for vegetables
ever since the day the Pil
grims sat down with their
Indian neighbors for dinner.
And there’s no sign of a
let-up. In fact, a recent study
projects that the average
American will eat five pounds
more vegetables in 1980 than
he did in 1974. Five years
from now, individual con
sumption of vegetables will be
about 225 pounds a year.
NOTICE TO
TAXPAYERS
CITY OF JACKSON
Although statements have not
been mailed to property owners
subject to Advalorem taxes in
the City of Jackson, the Tax
Digest has been prepared and
payment of these taxes may now
be paid at the City Hall during
regular office hours.
MEAT INSPECTION
The law requires federal
inspection of all meat and
poultry (and their products)
shipped in interstate com
merce. The inspection is
administered by the Animal
and Plant Health Inspection
Service of USDA. Purpose of
the inspection is to ensure
clean, wholesome, unadulter
ated meat and poultry. It also
ensures that the supply of
meat and poultry is accurate
ly labeled.