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The Summeruille News
The Official Legal Organ of Chattooga County Georgia
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Our Opinion
Welcome
Reenactors, Spectators
Thousands of people will flock to Chat
tooga County this week to participate in,
or view the 125th anniversary reenact
ment of the Battle of Chickamauga.
It is an honor that the county was
selected as the site for the reenactment.
After all, there's a lot of pretty land in
Walker and Catoosa Counties, where the
original battle occurred on Sept. 19-20,
1863.
We're pleased to have reenactors and
their families come and stay with us for
several days. We want to show you —
“Confederates”” and ‘‘Yankees" alike —
true Southern hospitality. We want to be
helpful in any way we can so that you'll
want to come back for future reenact
ments. We also want you to go away from
Chattooga County next Sunday night or
Monday morning wishing that you could
stay longer.
We have produced a special anniver
sary edition in honor of the reenactment.
We're confident that reenactors and spec
tators from out-of-town will enjoy reading
it as much as Chattooga Countians. Extra
copies will be available at the reenactment
site Friday through Sunday and at The
News office each weekday.
Pulling For Burrage
It was a signal honor for Chattooga
County that two of its citizens were nam
ed finalists for ‘‘Georgia Textile Citizen of
the Year" recently in a program sponsored
by the Georgia Textile Manufacturers
Assn.
James Franklin Burrage, a card techni
cian for Harriet & Henderson Yarns Inc.,
Berryton, was one of the nine finalists. So
was Martha K. Tucker, an employee of
Karastan Bigelow, Fieldcrest Cannon,
Summerville.
Burrage received the top honor in
ceremonies last week in the office of
Georgia Gov. Joe Frank Harris. He receiv
ed a plaque and a SSOO cash award for be
ing named *‘Georgia Textile Citizen of the
Year.”
It was a tremendous honor for two peo
ple from the same county to be named to
the list of finalists. That Burrage was nam
ed recipient of the top honor was icing on
the cake.
The recognition was justly deserved.
Burrage has been with Harriet & Hender-
Donate Blood Tuesday
It's that time of the year again . . . time
to donate blood to the American Red
Cross.
The quarterly blood drive will be held
from 3 to 6 p.m. next Tuesday at the Sum
merville Presbyterian Church, U.S. on
West Washington Avenue. It will be spon
sored by the church and Chattooga Coun
ty Hospital.
The goal is 40 pints of blood. That’s not
much when you consider Chattooga Coun
ty's population of some 22,000 people.
Even allowing for children under 17 and
those who cannot donate blood for health,
weight or age reasons, there should be
hundreds of people lined up at the church
every quarter to donate a pint of blood.
But that’s never the case.
It’s true that a slightly larger than
usual number of people attempted to
donate hlaod three months ago and were
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We especially want to welcome spec
tators from throughout the Southeast.
We're proud to have you with us and hope
you'll go home and tell your families and
friends how much you enjoyed our
beautiful county. Come back in about a
month if you want to see spectacular
autumn foliage rivaling any beauty spot
in Northeast Georgia.
This weekend will be a perfect oppor
tunity for school children throughout the
area to see living history. The battles will
be exciting, to be sure, but tours of the
Union and Confederate camps will give
adults and youngsters a taste of what life
was like during the war 125 years ago.
To visiting reenactors and spectators:
Welcome. Enjoy your stay and come back
again.
To Chattooga Countians: Get off your
duff and go out to the reenactment Satur
day or Sunday, or on both days. You'll see
something different both days. There’'s
plenty of parking and the spectator area
offers a fine view of the entire battlefield.
For this weekend, Penn Place will
become the Chickamauga battlefield. Let’s
get into the spirit of things. It'll do us all
good.
son for 16 years. His community, family
and church activities are exemplary and
are the main reasons he was selected
citizen of the year by the textile industry.
He and his wife, Wilma, have been
foster parents to 16 foster children. They
currently have four foster children in their
care. The youngsters have included several
handicapped or mentally retarded children
and runaways.
Burrage has also been recognized for
his outstanding work in this area by the
Georgia Department of Family and
Children Services.
He will compete against other state
winners for the ‘‘National Textile Citizen
of the Year’’ next month. The winner will
be announced at the National Press Club
in Washington, D. C., on Oct. 5 during the
observance of National Textile Week.
Burrage well deserves the honor of be
ing named the national winner, too. We
congratulate him on being recognized on
the state level and we will be pulling for
him next month in Washington.
turned away because of a defective piece
of Red Cross equipment. But the number
that showed up was far smaller than it
should have been under any circumstance.
The goal this time is only 40 pints.
That should be reached easily — but only
if Chattooga Countians turn out in force.
The requirements are pretty simple —
weigh at least 110 pounds, be at least 17
years of age and in good general health.
Do a good deed and spend about 45
minutes or less of your time next Tuesday
evening donating a pint of your blood to
the Red Cross. You may save a human life.
It could be your own. It could be a member
of your family, or a friend.
Mark next Tuesday on your calendar.
What's a few minutes of your time and a
pint of your blood when measured against
a human life?
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March Of Death
IT SEEMED like he’'d been marching
for years, but it had been for only a few
hours. His shoes had long since been gone.
Since it was summer, his feet didn't suf
fer too much because they were hardened
and calloused by untold miles traipsing
along dusty trails and roads. In the winter,
he wrapped his feet in whatever he could
find. Sometimes he was able to wear the
shoes he pulled off a dead enemy soldier.
But as often as not, his feet were too big
and the shoes too small.
His woolen pants and roughly woven
cotton shirt were full of holes. The trousers
were itchy and hot this September day.
Some uniform, he thought. Even his
“regulation’’ coat was gone. Not that he
needed it now. But he would in a month
or two — if he lived that long.
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HIS BEARD was long and he couldn’t
remember the last time he’'d had any kind
of bath. He was convinced that all sorts
of creatures were in his hair and beard.
After all, he’d felt them wiggling around
every time he started sweating.
He wondered how his wife at Alpine
was making out. He heard that the
Yankees had camped there a week or so
before. But that was just a rumor. It had
been a hope that he might be allowed to
visit her if his unit got close enough to
Summerville. He wondered how his little
boy was doing. He was just 10 when he left
to join the army. That had been two, no,
three years ago.
* * *
IT LOOKED so bright back then. He
along with most everybody else in Chat
tooga County thought the Yankees would
be sent packing at the first sound of gun
fire. But Old Abe’s boys didn’t see'it that
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Georgia Power Camps
TWO DISTINCT camps have formed
following the revelation that Georgia
Power Co. accountants are alleged to have
participated in federal tax fraud for more
than six years.
Members of one of those camps are
adamant that the utility has been done a
grave wrong by U. S. Attorney Robert L.
Barr Jr., who unsealed an IRS in
vestigator’s affidavit detailing the alleg
ed scheme. He announced that a Grand
Jury is investigating, although indict
ments may not be forthcoming for awhile.
THE OTHER philosophy holds just as
adamantly that because the company is a
public utility and a monopoly that is
guaranteed a profit, it should come under
more intense scrutiny for suspicion of
wrongdoing than the average hardware
store. Because electricity consumers in
Chattooga County and everywhere else in
Georgia help strengthen the company by
purchasing its product either directly or
indirectly, the argument goes, the utility
Viewpoint
By Tommy Toles, Editor
Capitol Beat
By Andy Bowen,
Capitol Correspondent
way. They just kept coming. Now they
were in Georgia, and Alabama. He didn’t
favor secession but once it came, he felt
honor-bound to fight for his state, and
then for General Lee.
Now it had gotten personal. Yankees
were in his state. Actually in both states.
His family and his wife's family went back
and forth between Georgia and Alabama.
HE WAS NO longer fighting for the
Confederacy. Or even for General Lee, or
General Longstreet. He was fighting to
protect his home, his family, his land, his
son, his wife. It scared him — one who had
gone through a dozen battles — to think
about what the Yankees would do to
Georgia if they won. He probably wouldn't
even have a farm left. His poor wife may
have already been burned out of the little
house he'd built back in the late 'sos.
" But he couldn’t think about that. But
that’s all he could think about. She was so
close, at least in comparison to where he
had been in Virginia.
HE'D HEARD that General Bragg
needed some help to wipe out the Yankees
before they got too much farther into
Georgia. Now he was marching along the
east side of the creek with the Indian
name.
Chickamauga, that's the name. Just a
piece north of LaFayette.
SUDDENLY, THE firing started. He
never had another thought. The stray
bullet caught him just above his left ear.
Another Confederate widow. Another
son who'd have only memories of his tall,
dark-haired father. Another Lost
Cause . . .
should be much more answerable to the
people.
The two schools of thought were
crytallized for us recently when the gover
nor and Barr squared off and blustered at
one another, each one insisting he was
right. The battle of beliefs is doubly in
teresting because both men are staunch,
law-abiding conservatives. Both are very
powerful.
* * *
BARR SAYS HARRIS needs to study
some federal law before the governor
criticizes the way Barr told reporters
about the existence of the affidavit.
“He had a point to make, and he
wanted to make it, and I don't think it
really has too much to do with the in
tricacies of what he knows" about the
criminal justice system,” said Barr.
Harris told reporters he thought it was
“totally improper" for federal prosecutors
to reveal some details of their evidence
against Georgia Power before the alleged
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‘We Can Win This One’
IT WAS MIDAFTERNOON, Sept. 19, 1863. The area
around a small creek in Northwest Georgia was raging
with gunfire and cannon blasts. Hundreds had already
died in the early morning, but it was only midafternoon,
and the carnage would continue for hours, and even into
the next day. This was the Battle of Chickamauga.
Colonel Belvedere Dread stood in a clearing flanked by
a grove of trees and underbrush not far from Horseshoe
Ridge. He was speaking with Lt. Col. Alexander Fortune,
second in command of Dread’s brigade in Braxton Bragg’s
Confederate Army of Tennessee.
* * *
AT THE MOMENT, Dread’s brigade was engaged in
combat with a Federal unit a few hundred yards from
where the colonels stood. Dread sighed heavily.
“How I wish I could join them now,” he said.
“Indeed,” Fortune replied. ‘‘Curse this terrible under
brush.”
* * *
‘A SUITABLE PLACE for battle this is not,” Dread
agreed. A cannon blast from somewhere behind took the
commander’s attention, and he turned in its direction.
Almost immediately, he heard Lt. Colonel Fortune’s voice:
“Dread! Get out of the way!”
Belvedere Dread felt a sharp pain in his arm. He sank
to the ground and faded into unconsciousness. The last
thing he saw was the terror-stricken face of Alexander
Fortune. :
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COLONEL DREAD regained consciousness sometime
later. His vision was blurred, and the images seemed to
be spinning around. ‘‘He’s comin’ to, sir,” said the voice
of a man.
“Thank God!” It was Alexander Fortune who spoke.
He approached the bed in which Dread was lying. ‘““Col
onel, it’s me, Fortune.”
The surrounding became suddenly clear to Dread, and
he spoke. “Alexander . .. where are we?”’
“Never mind that, sir. Are you all right?”
Dread became impatient. “Yes, yes, I'm all right. Now,
where are we?"”’
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“NOT FAR FROM where you were shot,” Fortune
answered. ““A stray bullet hit you in the arm. I brought
you here right away. We're in the home of Elisha Kelly.”
“That’s right, sir,” said a tall man, stepping forward.
“I'm Elisha Kelly, an’ this is m'wife,” he said, placing his
arm around a small woman much shorter than he was.
“Thet’s a nasty wound y’got there, but the bullet went
clean through. We patfhed it up for ye.”
*
DREAD PLACED his hand to his forehead, which had
been covered with a wet cloth. With Fortune’s help, Dread
sat up and attempted to stand. ‘lt’s coming back,” he said
with a grim smile. ““At least the minie ball still isn’t in
there.” ;
After standing alone for a moment, he walked over to
Kelly and held out his hand. The grey-haired farmer wrung
Dread’s hand heartily. “I'm glad it ain’t nothing serious,
Colonel.”
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“SO AMI,” beamed Dread. ““I can’t thank you enough
for allowing Fortune and me in here, and for helping me
out. I owe you plenty, Mr. Kelly.”
“You don’t owe me nothing, sir,” Kelly said. “We’'ll
help you men out any way we can. Just keep fightin’ them
Yankees.”
Dread shook Kelly’s hand again. ““You're a fine man,
Kelly. If only there were more like you.” He turned back
to Fortune. “Lieutenant, let's return to the battle. I've a
feeling we can win this one.”
* * *
WITH THAT, Dread gave Kelly a dramatic salute, and
he and Fortune left the house. Elisha Kelly and his wife
followed them to the front porch. “God be with ye!” he
called to Dread as the colonel walked away. ““God be with
ye.”
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INHERITED
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Commentary
By Buddy Roberts