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HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL. THURSDAY. DECEMBER 11. 1960
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...A Very Good Weekend
This was a very good weekend
for Perry and the thousands of
Middle Georgians who participated
in the Christmas at the Crossroads.
The Chamber of Commerce
deserves a big thanks from all of us
who witnessed the beautiful
nighttime parade, the races, the
open house at many of our local
firms and the very impressive
Candlelight Service Sunday
evening.
Hundreds of volunteers devoted
many hours toward making this an
outstanding event and one that
helped all of us feel more of the
Christmas spirit.
The Perry Police Department
did an excellent job In controlling
- DEAR EDITOR=
Dear Editor:
On Dec. 6, the city of
Perry lost a very dear
citizen. This lady was one
of the few special people
who used her illness to
help others. Instead of
comforting her, or
building up her hope, she
was offering the en
couragement. Even in
her last days her words
were optimistic, knowing
that the Lord had ap
pointed her last day.
This special friend was
Louise Warner, she was
indeed an inspiration to
all who passed her way.
The memories of her
will always Unger in my
mind, as I’m sure they
will for others who knew
her.
Let me finish on these
words. Louise was a
member of the In
ternational sorority, Beta
Sigma Phi, one of our
many goals is to follow
only the good, only the
true, only the beautiful.
Louise not only exem
plified these goals, but
they were characteristics
of her every day life. Yes,
Perry lost a very dear
citizen, but most of all we
lost a good friend.
Sincerely,
Bea Meeks
Treasurer, Beta Sigma
Phi
Dear Editor:
Thursday night,
December 4, 1980, was
truly the greatest night of
my life when I was
inn round
our
j§ town
== by Bob Jones, Editor- t r
While looking at the typewriter,
trying to decide on a subject for
this week’s column, the phone rang
and the voice on the other end
identified himself as “Mr. so and
so”. Ah! An idea! Pet peeves.
We all have a number of pet
peeves and I'd like to Invite our
readers to send in their pet peeves
for use in later editions of the Home
Journal.
Men who identify themselves as
“Mr.” would have to be my
favorite or worst pet peeve. To me,
Mr. is a title of respect that, like the
title of Doctor or Governor, must
be earned or gained by age or
position. When a man identifies
himself as Mr. to me, I’m always
tempted to reply, "Mr., that’s an
unusual first name.”
A pet peeve of my wife’s is folks
who call her Mrs. Bob Jones. She’ll
tell them quickly that her first
name is Mary, not Bob. She says
she gave up her lastnaroe when she
married me, but not her total
identity.
Another pet peeve of mine is
stores with nice double doors, with
one side locked. Seems I always
push the one that is locked.
Another thing that turns me off is
distant relatives that I don’t know
and see only at funerals and
reunions, who feel they must hug
me and tell me about changing
my diaper when I was a child.
As a newsman, I must maintain
good relations with all political
candidates and occasionally I’ll
traffic and the crowds, the mer
chants outdid themselves in putting
their best foot forward to our
many visitors, the bands, mar
ching units, the floats and every
unit in the parade was beautiful
An event like Christmas at the
Crossroads shows the true spirit of
a community and Perry’s spirit
showed through as one of the best
this- weekend.
Everyone connected with the
many events this weekend
deserves a big thank you from all of
us who enjoyed it and the Houston
Home Journal is proud to salute the
Chamber of Commerce for
spearheading this massive un
dertaking.
honored with a
retirement banquet and
program.
I have repeatedly said
that the greatest people
in the world live in
Houston County. Last
Thursday night certainly
proved this to me.
I wish to use this
medium to express my
greatest appreciation and
thanks to a host of
people:
to the Planning Com
mittee who worked so
diligently in formulating
well-laid plans for a night
of honor that I will always
remember and cherish,
to those who gave of
their time in preparing
and serving a delicious
meal,
to the Mayors of the
municipalities of Houston
County for proclaiming
Thursday, December 4,
1980, "David A. Perdue
Day” in Houston County,
to those who wrote
letters of appreciation
which were bound in a
book,
to all who participated
in the program and who
gave testimonials in my
behalf,
to the Houston County
Board of Education and
others who presented
plaques,
to the news media who
gave generous coverage,
editorials, and profiles of
my educational career,
and
to the many people who
made contributions for
the purchase of a 1981
run up with one that insists on
asking me if I’ll vote for him or her.
This is another pet peeve of mine
since, as a newsman, I must
maintain a neutral position.
With Christmas coming up, I’m
reminded of another pet peeve ...
that of toys that are advertised,
“can be assembled by a child”.
Those are the ones that require a
doctors degree in engineering.
Enough about pet peeves and
time for a few thanks. Perry must
be the home of some of Georgia’s
best cooks. Watson Richardson,
Denise Sullivan, Jeanne Bledsoe,
Betty Dawkins and Vicky Ellis
were kind enough to bring samples
of their cooking expertise to our
new home to welcome us to the
neighborhood. MY WAIST LINE
EXPANDED BY AT LEAST AN
INCH. Those ladies can really whip
up some tasty dishes!
Its a small world, isn’t it?
Several years ago, Mary received a
cook book as a gift that she has
used several hundred times and
I’ve made homemade ice cream by
one of the recipes. Who is it by ...
none other than the Home Jour
nal’s cooking expert ... Mildred
Warren. Hey, Mildred ... that’s a
hint for a copy of your new cook
book!
Any of you who have a pet peeve
that you’d like to share with our
readers can send it in to us, by
mail, not phone, and we’ll use them
in a later edition.
PAGE 4-A
Chevrolet pick-up truck
presented to me. This
was the greatest surprise
of my life.
I deeply appreciate the
school personnel and
citizens of Houston
County for honoring me.
I am grateful for
having had the op
portunity to serve the
people of Houston County
as Superintendent of
Schools for the last
twenty years.
My best wishes for the
future of education in
Houston County.
Sincerely,
David A. Perdue
Dear Editor:
All Jaycees are
grateful for you running
the story as to how Perry
was selected and got the
state Jaycee building
here 23 years ago.
Thank you very, very
much. There was one
error in the article, and
was probably turned in in
error, but I would ap
preciate you making this
correction. The article
said we got the state to
underwrite us for 1 '3 of
the cost of the building.
The state did not pay any
of the building cost or
cost of the lot, as the
people of Perry donated
everything, as we
Jaycees contacted them.
It was then turned over to
the Georgia Chamber of
Commerce, from us.
Most Sincerely,
Allen P. Whipple, Sr.
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When I was a child, I heard all
the usual stories about the big
workshop at the North Pole, where
Santa’s elves make toys for the
good little boys and girls. I saw
television specials depicting the
short green men and women
singing Christmas carols as they
hammered away on a fire truck for
Jimmy and a doll bed for Susie.
But I was too smart to believe
that nonsense, because I knew the
truth. I have always known where
Santa Claus really gets the gifts
that he distributes to children on
Christmas Eve. He orders them
from the Sears Wish Book, just like
everybody else.
I don’t remember if that’s
something my mother told me or if
it’s one of those facts of life I just
figured out myself, but I know it
has always made it easier for Santa
to choose the best gifts for me. With
the aid of the wish book, I wrote
letters to him specifying exactly
what I wanted, what page it was on
and the ordering number.
Sometimes I didn’t get exactly
what I requested, but the alternate
was as good, if not better, than
what I’d asked for. So I came to the
realization that Santa also shops at
other stores. Nevertheless, the
Sears Wish Book is a good
reference for him.
The other day I picked up one of
those catalogs and began thumbing
through it. I found myself picking
out the items I would like to see
under my tree on Christmas
A Gift That Means So Much
We are fortunate to be living in a
country where most of the people
enjoy luxuries undreamed of by
poor majorities in developing
countries.
At this holiday time let us
remember that a simple gift such
as a bowl of nourishing porridge
each day, farm tools or improved
rice seeds can mean survival to a
child or a family trying to struggle
out of poverty in a Third World
nation. We can give a gift of life and
hope through a contribution to
CARE, the international aid and
development organization.
The central aim of CARE
programs is to help destitute
people gain the strength and
knowledge to work toward
becoming self-supporting. And the
programs produce results. But
millions more still need our help.
CARE provides food for more
than 30 million people, mostly
children. Included are families who
receive food -for - work through
morning. To tell the truth, I think
Santa had better skip me this year,
or else he’ll go broke before he gets
to everybody else.
When I was younger, I was pretty
well satisfied with gifts such as !
baby dolls, board games, books and
a new bike every few years.
Now, lam making my list from ]
different pages in the catalog. I J
look longingly at the pictures of ’
washing machines, dryers, color
television sets, photographic
equipment and living room fur
piturp
As a child, I considered clothes a
necessary evil. I never requested
dresses and shoes from Santa, and
I was always disappointed to find
that some of my gifts consisted of
yukky things like that.
Not so anymore. I have come to
the realization that clothes, besides
being ornamental, are extremely
useful in keeping me warm. This
year, sweaters and thermal un
derwear are priority items on my
list to Santa.
As for the gifts I receive from
other people, I hate for people to
ask me what I want for Christmas.
If I do the polite thing and say
"Nothing,” I’m lying; I like to get
presents. If I tell what I want, I
increase the risk of duplication in
my gifts.
When I was five, I told everybody
I wanted a tea set for Christmas. I
got five tea sets. That was pretty
good, though; I had enough little
plates and cups to serve the 17 dolls
I’d received the year before.
self-help development projects that
increase local agricultural
production. CARE also conducts
various other self-help programs in
35 countries throughout Africa,
Asia, Latin America and the
Middle East. These include
building schools, roads, water
systems and clinics as well as
helping set up income - generating
cottage industries. Other im
portant components of CARE’s
work are disaster relief and
rehabilitation and, through CARE
MEDICO, training village health
workers as well as physicians and
nurses.
Even a small contribution can go
a long way. Last year for each
dollar donated by the public, CARE
provided $6.73 worth of aid to help
families survive and build a better
tomorrow.
Contributions may be sent to
CARE, 660 First Avenue, New
York, N.Y. 10016, or to any regional
CARE office.
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History books tell us that Alexander Graham
Bell, a teacher of the deaf, accidentally
discovered the secret of the telephone while
trying to perfect a harmonic telegraph. Now, I
don’t know what Mr. Bell went through while
happening on this invention but I just know that
somebody somewhere knew I was to be and
surely the telephone was made just for me. No
one gets more use and pleasure from it than I
do. It’s ring is music to my ears. Sometimes I
can even tell who is calling just by the ring of the
telephone.
People will call saying, I’ve tried numbers of
times to reach you and your line is always busy
you must have teenagers at hour house. I have
tried to put the blame on them or on a malfunc
tion in the telephone but my secret is out - it is
me! The telephone has probably caused more
family conflicts than any other one thing at our
house. Either we all want to use it at the same
time or I have beaten everyone else to it. I have
been accused of carrying on conversations with
people who have dialed our number by mistake.
Even the operators get a work out sometimes.
Telephones and I go way back. Just people who
have had the opportunity to grow up in a small
town know about telephone exchanges, operators
called Central and such like. Before telephones
were installed in most homes (only the business
had them) over at Butler, one had to go to the
telephone exchange to make a call and it was
Quite an adventure to go there. Mrs. Byrd was
the daytime operator and Mrs. Gay came on at
night and it was their job for as long as I can
remember.
In the days before dial phones, ours was this
little box like contraption with a crank on the
side and a regular type receiver. In order to
make a call, you gave a long hard crank and
“Central” answered. You gave her the name of
the person with whom you would like to speak
and she would plug your line in the switchboard
and ring them. Our ring was two longs and a
short. The central operator may on the other tell
you that Mary Jones wasn’t home, she was
spending the day with Aunt Sadie. Os course, she
could also tell you who was sick, if Annie’s baby
had arrived, and where the fire was. I suppose
my fascination with the telephone has led to my
present job. Now please do not come up with any
jokes about the similarity of it and the old time
telephone operator.
And I can, too, tell who is calling by the ring of
the phone. In the midst of a dozen rings during
the middle of the afternoon, rarely do I miss not
being able to tell when on the other end of the
line a little voice will announce, “Mom, I’m
home”. We get pranks calls at night but I can
distinguish between them* and a call from my
sister. Barbara is a night person so never gets
around to calling before twelve. We won’t hear
from Mark for several days but I can be sure
when his call comes and he’ll be there disguising
his voice and carrying on some foolishness.
So now you know -- if ever you need to talk to
someone just pick out our number from the lists
of Montgomerys in the directory and you have
yourself a telephone partner. Or you can dial one
of the Please sisters for our number. What city
and Number are my very good frends. I’ve
gotten to know them personally.
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