Newspaper Page Text
Page 4 — Wednesday, September 28, 2011, TheTrue Citizen
★ * ★ ★★ * it it ★★ * it it -ir
The Pledge Of Allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which
,it stands, one Nation under
God, indivisible, with liberty and
justice for all.
★ -A'’*’*- ★ ★ ★ ★
RFD
Looking Back
10 years ago: September 26, 2001
Burke County citizens donated almost $30,000 to victims of
the September 11 terrorist attacks. With a CSRA goal of $1 mil
lion, over $910,000 had already been raised.
Seniors on the BCHS Lady Bears softball team were honored.
They included Talia Johnson, Tracy Gay, Katherine Adams,
Lateefah Jones-Walker, Kenyarda Berrian, Ashley Jackson and
Mia Lakes.
25 years ago: September 25,1986
More than 400 people attended a public hearing to discuss route
selection for the proposed Augusta-Savannah developmental high
way.
Burke County Commissioners voted to levy a one-mill tax in
the unincorporated areas of the county to help fund the county
wide fire protection system.
The EBA Spartans took their season to 4-0 by defeating the
Pathway Day School Pirates 61-0.
50 years ago: September 27,1961
Members of the local National Guard unit were scheduled to
report for active duty at Fort Meade, Maryland on October 29.
Charles Economos announced his intention to run for re-elec
tion to the Waynesboro City Council.
Pual H. Ploeger, owner of the Ploeger Packing Company in
Waynesboro, died at the age of 73.
Henry Martin was elected president of the Waynesboro High
School FFA.
75 years ago: September 25,1936
Robert Johnson, who was serving 97 years on the Burke County
chain gang, escaped by jumping from a truck and driving off in
a stolen car. A $50 reward was offered for his capture.
Plans were announced for approximately 65 miles of rural elec
trical lines for parts of Burke, Jenkins and Screven counties.
Miss Martha Ferris announced the opening of her school of
dancing. She offered instruction in ballet, ballroom and tap.
CL Ire (True Cttmnt
P.O. Box 948 • 601 E. 6th Street
Waynesboro, Georgia 30830
Telephone: (706) 554-2111 • Fax: (706) 554-2437
Published every Wednesday by The True Citizen, Inc.
Periodical Postage Paid at Waynesboro, Georgia (USPS
642-300)
POSTMASTER: Send address changes to The True
Citizen, P.O. Box 948, Waynesboro, GA 30830.
Roy F. Chalker Jr. Bonnie K. Taylor
Editor & Publisher General Manager
Elizabeth Billips
Associate Editor
Jill DuMars, advertising composition and computer pho
tography; Lavonna Drawdy, advertising composition
and design and advertising sales; Lisa J. Chance, pro
duction manager; Anne Marie Kyzer, staff writer; Tres
Bragg, staff writer; Marianne Smith, classifieds, circu
lation and accounts receivable; Diana Royal, Adver
tising.
SUBSCRIPTION RATES
$1 per single copy at locations all over Burke County.
By mail: In Burke County, 6 months, $17.90, 1 year,
$28.10, 2 years, $48.20; outside Burke County, 1 year,
$44.30; outside of Georgia, 6 months, $30.00, 1 year,
$55. Student rate: 9 months in state: $25., outside of
Georgia, $30; One-year online subscription, $20. All
prices include state and local tax.
By Bonnie K. Taylor
General Manager The True Citizen
There were several deaths since last week’s
newspaper of folks who were well-known
throughout the community.
Bob Hammond, former curator of the Burke
County Museum, died after a lengthy illness.
Bob loved Burke County history and he was
proficient in presenting it to museum guests.
He also had a green thumb and loved grow
ing heirloom plants. Several of his plantings
remain in the museum’s landscape today.
Mrs. Meredith Chandler of Sardis, former
Burke County Sardis Branch librarian, died
Lively
Recently I was flipping through the hundreds of channels on
my boob tube when I came across a program about horse train
ing filmed somewhere around Taos, New
Mexico. I know the area very well. It’s a
beautiful, scenic locale of the Great South
west that is known for being, shall we say, a
little “ out there “. I don’t know if the terms
“ new age “ or ” metaphysical “ were first
coined around Taos but if they weren’t they
could have been.
It’s a different world.
So, I was interested to see what method of
horse instruction the woman moderator would
be espousing, though I had a pretty good idea that it would be
somewhat unorthodox.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Space doesn’t permit me to describe all of what I heard but
here’s a brief paraphrased sample.
“ You must esoterically connect with your horse friend. He
must know what you’re thinking and you must know what he’s
thinking at all times. It must remain unspoken however because
any out loud verbalization gives the human an unfair advan
tage.”
I don’t think we would do it that way here in the Blessed
South.
I’ve only broken one horse in my whole life and I did it the
old fashioned way.
I let him throw me into a briar patch. Then into a mudhole.
The corral fence. The mudhole again. You get the idea. He
threw me so often that he got worn out, or felt sorry for me, to
the point I was able to ride him once I healed up.
Watching that program got me to thinking about other things
that might be perfectly fine endeavors in other parts of the coun
try but that simply would not fit our style in this neck of the
woods.
Last week I was tooling around the dirt roads down on the
river when I came up on a small car stuck in a sandbed. Upon
closer inspection I realized that it was a green car. I don’t mean
green colored. I mean ” you have to plug it into an electrical
outlet every night and it doesn ‘t have enough power to drive
through deep sand “ green.
A Honda Prius.
I pulled the pitiful little vehicle out of the ditch and sent it on
its way but it brought to mind another Dixie Do.
Do, by all means, take advantage of the millions of miles of
dirt roads while they’re still unpaved.
But don’t do it in a car that requires a power cord and would
Sept. 23. Mrs. Chandler was an active member of the Sardis
United Methodist Church.
Mrs. Ann Franklin, dear friend of our own Mae Chalker, died
on Sept. 22. She was a familiar face at the Bridge players table.
Mrs. Susie Womack of Midville, an active member of the
Midville Methodist Church, died Sept. 27. Mrs. Womack is one
of the folks who will be remembered for all the little things she
did for her family and community.
Ronnie North’s 42-year-old daughter. Penny Lynn O’Neal of
Lincolnton, died.
To all the families who grieve over the death of their loved
ones, please know there are many in our community who share
your grief and lift you and your families in prayer.
May God’s rich blessings be on each of you!!!
fit in my hip pocket.
Here are a few more.
Don’t cuss the rain. Ever.
Do thank the One who sent it. Every time.
Your little slugger’s game can be rescheduled if it gets rained
out but if those crops burn up in the field you’ll be paying ten
dollars a pound for com fed chicken and eight dollars a jar for
peanut butter.
Don’t throw away those pig intestines.
Do clean them really well. Cut them up. Clean them again,
even better. Fry them. Have yourself a Chitlin Strut and invite
thousands of your closest friends.
Don’t wear socks with sandals.
Okay, I’m a little soft on this one. Perhaps all those years
living away from the South influenced me a bit. Yet and still, it
seems to be a hard and fast rale around these parts that when you
don the Tevas it has to be sans socks.
So, the “ do “ is, allow your feet and ankles to be artfully
decorated with the scars from fire ant bites. Seems like every
time the last damage has finally healed and faded, I traipse di
rectly into a new bed.
But, in the spirit of doing what’s right down here. I’ll adhere
to the rale.
Don’t put sugar, honey or cinnamon on grits.
We’ve been over this and I shouldn’t have to explain it again.
So I won’t. Just don’t do it.
Do slather them as liberally as you’d like with butter or redeye
gravy.
Do indeed.
Do put peanuts in your Coke.
It’s a lost art from yesteryear but one that should be brought
back. There’s nothing like pouring a package of the salty nuts
into a bottle and having a snack and a drink at the same time.
But please, don’t, for love nor money, pour the peanuts into a
bottle of mineral water.
Or Red Bull.
Or Yoo-Hoo.
That would be a Southern sacrilege.
Do that and you might was well buy a Prius, wear socks with
your sandals and start trying to psychically communicate with
your horse.
Don’t
But do come again.
Don Lively is a freelance writer and author of Howlin’ At The
Dixie Moon. He lives in Shell Bluff. Email Don at
Livelvcolo @ aol.com and visit his website, www.DonLivelv.com
DIXIE DOS AND DIXIE DON’TS