Brotherly Love

“Brotherly Love”

“We shared the same last name and the same color eyes

But we fought like tigers over that old red bike

“I’m battin’ first and you can’t use my glove”

It wouldn’t take long until push came to shove

But we looked out for each other

With brotherly love

You hated girls ’til I had my first date

I brought her home from the movies, you stayed up late

Three on the couch watchin’ TV

I was smilin’ at her while you were laughin’ at me

But, I wouldn’t trade it for nothin’

Brotherly love

There’s a bond that brothers know

And it gets stronger as they grow

A love that time and miles can’t come between

We disagree but in the end

There will never be two closer friends

And brotherly love is something we all need…”

This morning I walked over to Papa’s shop for a quick visit and saw him and my Uncle Ed working together on putting in an air conditioner unit in one of the windows. I watched them for a minute, how they help each other, and how good they are to each other. They’ve worked together for so many years on so many different projects they don’t even have to say much because they anticipate what the other one is doing and thinking. As I went back to my kitchen, the song, “Brotherly Love” by Keith Whitley and Earl Thomas Conley came on the radio and my hands were busy peeling tomatoes and slicing okra to can vegetable soup but my heart and mind couldn’t stop thinking about those two brothers and how thankful I am for what they share. The good Lord has blessed our family from the friendship and bond that these brothers have.

When they were growing up my daddy told me that they didn’t have much in material things, but they always had each other. His daddy, our Grandpa Johnson told Daddy that as hard as he worked he could have had a ranch in Texas if he didn’t choose to have nine kids, but he knew he was rich in family and we all grew up knowing that family is important and that it is a gift if you take care of it, you can treasure forever. Over the years I have seen how they have been each other’s closest friends. I’ve loved listening to stories of how my Dad and Uncle Ed and Aunt Mott and Uncle Marion and Uncle Vernon would get off the school bus and meet their dog, Tiger and take off running to play. Daddy said they would fight sometimes over who would get the best tire with the white wall still on it to roll down the hill, over who would get to hold Uncle Marion’s pocket knife for a nickel, over who got the last biscuit from Granny’s table, and over who told on Aunt Mott for sneaking cigarettes. No matter what they never ever let anyone else pick on their brothers and sisters and were always the first to take up for each other. Every story I ever heard told of my Dad being in any kind of scuffle his brother, Ed was right there with him trading punch for punch or keeping the car running for him.

Over the years whether it was needing some help with fixing a car or needing to borrow a little piece of money to get by these brothers have always been there for each other and for their families. Some of my best memories growing up were spent on Saturday afternoons at my Uncle Marion’s garage and now at Papa’s shop watching Papa and Ed, Uncle Marion, and Pete and Uncle Tommy underneath the hood of a car, silver tools flashing in their hands, and the smell of Gojo and strong coffee filling the air along with their laughter and stories. I don’t recall anything they couldn’t fix between them unless it was body work and if it wasn’t bad they would do their best to pull it out and get it back on the road. I thanked the Lord this morning for these brothers because I have never once had to worry about what I would do if my car broke down. I always knew to call Papa and he and his brothers would stop what they were doing to help me.

A few years back I had a car full of kids, mine and my brother’s in the school car line when Lucille, my 4 Runner broke down. It was a disaster with cars honking wanting to get to work and me trying to safely get the kids out of the car and across the road to school. When the dust settled I called Papa and within ten minutes he and my Uncle Ed showed up to save the day. Papa let me borrow his truck and he and Ed popped the hood and had a look around and before dismissal they had replaced the broken part and had her sitting back in my driveway for me. I didn’t even have to think if they would be available to help me and Papa didn’t have to think if Ed would be available to help him. It is unspoken in our family. These brothers have taught us how to show up for each other.

They have also taught us that the best way to heal a heartache or a hard time is with your family. When Uncle Ed had some hard times before the Lord sent him our Aunt Brenda he knew that his family would be right there for him. He knew my Dad would be right there beside him, literally riding shotgun on their way to work at the same manufacturing plant they both worked at together until they retired. He always knew my Aunt Mott’s couch and porch swing had a seat just for him and a glass of tea waiting with some good advice and a listening ear. Our Grannie Fannie Mae didn’t think twice about helping with our cousins, Stacy and Justin. When my cousin, Alan Ross that we raised for 8 years passed away unexpectedly in a car accident my dad was heart broken… we all were. My Uncle Ed showed up at our back door with a sandwich tray, sacks of groceries, and Krispy Kreme doughnuts and we knew that our family was praying for us and that we weren’t suffering alone. These two have taught us that the big things like heartache and loss and the little things like a stressful situation at work or a kid acting up are best fixed not by yourself but with your family.

I am thankful for the many laughs and good times they have shared with each other and for how they aren’t just brothers, they are best friends. Over the years we have loved listening to their hunting and fishing camping stories. How Uncle Ed is the cook for everyone and how Papa is the storyteller and how for over forty years they have gotten up early and rode down to Georgia to Cloud’s Creek Hunting Club and Bobbie Brown state park together with the truck loaded down and their coffee cups full. They have had some good times going on vacations together. A few years back my dad and mom and Ed and Aunt Brenda finally got to see Hawaii together. They’ve done a few things and been a few places and I love to hear them come back and tell about it.

Last week they went on a motorcycle ride together all the way up through the mountains of Tennessee with some of their friends. When Papa and Ed both retired a few years back they both bought motorcycles to ride. They both enjoyed riding motorcycles when they were younger but didn’t have the time to go when they both were working. Over Sunday dinner Papa talked about how there were a few times on that ride where things were a little tricky, going up the Tail of the Dragon in the mountains or coming back down the Saluda Grade in a thunderstorm with rain pelting them. Each part of the story he talked about when it got tough he looked beside him and there was his brother, Ed. When Papa said he was riding at the end of the group and knew he needed to slow down a little bit, he was getting a little worried that he might be left behind and he said before long he looked up and saw that Uncle Ed had slowed down and was waiting on him. He knew he could count on his brother whether the sun was shining or the rain was coming down. It’s what they do.

I am thankful that my brother, Shawn and I have had their example to learn from growing up. He takes care of me and my family like Ed and Papa take care of each other. Whenever I have needed him he has always been there and I hope he knows he doesn’t ever have to worry if he has anyone in his corner when he is facing something hard in life, I will be there.

“They share the same last name and the same color eyes

But they fight like tigers over one old red bike

And lookin’ at them reminds me of us

They’re gonna fight and they’re gonna fuss

But, they’ve got something special

It’s brotherly love

Yeah, they’ve got something special

It’s brotherly love.”

The Gift of Cornbread and Family

The Gift of Cornbread and Family

This week my Papa Johnson would be 109 years old.  He left this earth 42 years ago, just a few days before my brother and I were born.  Even though I never met him, I know him just the same as I know anyone else in our family, maybe even better than some because of the stories I’ve heard told about him from the time I could remember.  The same blue eyes that shine out of his face in pictures I’ve held over the years are the same Johnson blue that shine out of my daddy’s face, and the faces of many of those I love the most in this world… my aunts and uncles and cousins.  This week while we were sitting around a campfire together, my daddy told a new story I had never heard about Grandpa Johnson. 

Daddy told that when my grandpa was a young teenager the Great Depression had just started and times were hard.  Anyone who could find work did and Papa Johnson as a young teenager would go out and get hired on to plow a field for somebody’s farm.  Daddy said Papa normally got 50 cents for a whole day’s work to plow a field.  He would work all day from dawn to dusk, hitching their mule to the plow. My papa would grip wooden handles, soaked in linseed oil that were sanded and shined to a hardened sheen by time and wear.  As the mule would pull the plow in the ground, the dirt would cleave to either side leaving a trench that would hold that families’ future for the next season.  At dinnertime, the woman of the house would always hang a handkerchief or a white dishtowel on a fence post so he would know to stop to eat dinner with their family.  He said she would cook fried potatoes and onion, field peas with ham, and buttered biscuits. 

At the end of the day the farmer’s wife would offer him either the 50 cents promised or a big pone of cornbread and he would always say, “If it’s all the same to you ma’am, I would rather have the cornbread.”  My papa would always take it home to his family.  He lived with General and Corrie, which was his half-brother and his wife. General had several kids of his own, Garvis, and Thurn and Marion but took my Papa in to raise as his own.  Times was hard but family made all the difference.  I can picture my Papa now, his neck caked with dirt and sweat, his long legs making strides toward home, whistling an old tune like Red River Valley, holding that golden cake of cornbread wrapped up in a dishtowel, warm still from the oven, with a smile on his lips knowing that he was going home. 

No matter where I’ve been traveling in this world, whether it was down the road a ways teaching school or halfway across the country visiting a national park, I’ve always looked forward to home and the family waiting there. The older I get and the more people I know are waiting on me on the other side, the more  thankful I am for the promise of heaven.  While I am here, I hope I leave a legacy behind for my children and grandchildren like my Papa did and I hope they know every day I work to bring them home the best I have in my hands for them and for their future.  I also hope my Papa knows that I sure am looking forward to meeting him.  I didn’t know how much he loved cornbread, but the next time I make it, I will surely think of him and his love for it and for family. 

70 Reasons Why I Love Martha Ruth Moore

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1.)  She has loved me unconditionally for my entire life. Whenever my parents needed a babysitter for me and for my brother, she was there.  When I was old enough to drive myself, her house became my very favorite place to be, because she was there and just being around her made you feel better, made whatever problem you were carrying less heavy.

2.)  Whenever you call her on the phone, no matter what day, no matter what time, she always answers.  She is always there when you need her.

3.) She reads books faster than me and shares them with me and anyone else who loves to read.  She packs them up in a plastic bag and sets them in a corner or on the porch for whoever is ready for them.  We have swapped books this way for years.

4.)  She loves a good breakfast with crispy bacon, creamy grits, and sawmill gravy.  On Tuesday mornings you can find her at IHOP with Aunt Sara.

5.)  She taught me that your worth is not in what you have, or what your career is, but who you are as a person and how you treat people.

6.)  When Aunt Mott tells a story, you feel like you are right there with her.  You know the punchline is coming because her stories are always funny and the anticipation builds until you are laughing and crying all at the same time.

Aunt Mott and Uncle Tommy

7.) She taught me that when you love someone, you love them forever, even when it is hard, and even when you don’t feel like it, because how you love someone shows more about your heart and character than it does about the person you love.  She and Uncle Tommy have been together for as long as I can remember.  They’ve been through some tough times but they have always been through them with each other.

8.)  She is always thinking of you, even when you are not around.  She buys little things just for you when she is out at Big Lots or from the Barnyard and puts them up for you so when you come by to see her she has a little something for you.

9.)  Whenever you come to see Mott, she always has a glass of sweet tea waiting on you and a little something sweet.  It might be a Little Debbie cake or a piece of sweet potato pie and while you know she might not have known you were coming, she makes you feel like she was expecting you and couldn’t wait for you to come by.

10.)  In our Johnson family she is the one who keeps in touch with everyone and checks in on us and makes sure we know how everybody is doing.  We always call Aunt Mott first and she is the pulse of our family.

Aunt Mott and brothers

11.) She is a wonderful sister to her brothers and sisters. I loved growing up hearing the stories of how Aunt Mott, who was the last girl born amongst several boys, and how she was as tough as they were and many times we learned, she was tougher!

12.) At Thanksgiving Aunt Mott makes the very best sweet potato pies.  She makes several of them for her family’s Thanksgiving Day dinner, and over the years if you are lucky enough to be around when she is making one, you will remember the creamy texture, the crunchy crust, and the sweet filling for a long time after your last bite.

13.) Aunt Mott is hilarious!  Not only can she tell the funniest jokes, but she does some pretty hilarious things. For example, when she was a little girl she got tired of her Papa Wright being mean and ornery to her and always ordering her around so when he asked her to make him a roast beef sandwich, she got a couple of pieces of brown cardboard and slathered mayonnaise on some bread and piled it up with lettuce and tomatoes and served it to him on a plate with a big cat-eating grin.  He took a giant bite of that sandwich and then couldn’t chew up the cardboard meat and started hollering and raising cane. She ran with her laughter following her and over the years our laughter has joined in with hers.

14.) Aunt Mott is fast at figuring out new things.  Whether it is the new computer system when she worked down at North Hills or a new kitchen gadget, she can spend just a little bit of time on it and can figure it out without anyone ever having to show her how or pull out an instruction manual.

15.)  She taught me to love classic tv shows.  From The Andy Griffith Show to I Love Lucy and Little House on the Prairie I grew up falling in love with Mayberry, Ethel, and Michael Landon sitting cross legged in the front of her television set all throughout the 80’s.

16.) Aunt Mott taught me how to bargain shop at the flea markets and at blue light specials at Kmart and Big Lots. Over the years we have gotten a lot of joy over a good deal!

17.) When Aunt Mott discovers something great like the Southern Mills Peppered Gravy mix at Ingles she doesn’t keep it to herself, she will joyfully share it with you. Most of the time, she won’t just tell you about it, she will buy you one so you can enjoy it too.

18.)  Mott taught me how to doctor up everyday food to make it taste better. For example a regular strawberry Pop Tart right out of the box is okay, but if you put it in the toaster oven and get it warm and then add some butter to the top right after it pops out so it is soft and melted, makes it a whole lot better!

19.) Aunt Mott can get a tan quicker than anyone else I know…except maybe Uncle Tommy.  As soon as the winter weather turns to spring, you can find her in a pair of shorts and flip flops sitting out on the back porch getting a little sun.  In no time she has a golden tan and hasn’t left the yard.

20.)  She has a soft spot for animals and a stray cat always knows it has a safe spot on her porch. While she may not claim it, she allows it to claim her and will make sure to check on it and talk to it and leave it some food and a saucer of milk.  People and animals alike have a way of taking up with her.

Mott Sassy

21.) Aunt Mott is absolutely beautiful!  She always has been and she always will be.  When I was a little girl I used to love staying at her house and watching her do her beauty routine.  She keeps it simple, but she keeps it up.  She always uses a good moisturizer and a little make up.  Not too much because too much make up makes you look cheap she always told me.  Just enough to touch you up and have you ready for the day.  Most of all, she always wears a smile on her face and a laugh on her lips.  Those are her best features to me!  And her awesome hair!

22.) Speaking of hair…I have always loved Aunt Mott’s hair.  I have never seen her without her hair fixed.  Even when she is cleaning house and even when we were at the beach together, she always wakes up and fixes her hair.  She doesn’t do much to it, but she doesn’t have to.  She has always had great hair texture and when I was little and would stay with her I would love how after we would run to the store, before we would get out of the car, she would run a pick through her hair to fluff out her bangs and to make sure the back was fixed.

23.)  Mott taught me to be good to your neighbors and to take care of them and they will do the same for you. Over the years she looked after Elsie and Lyla Davis, Lois and Bootie Reid, and Sharon and Ray Moore in Pelham and her neighbors in Reidville have also become her friends.

24.)  Aunt Mott taught me how to truly visit with people when they come by to see you.  She is an excellent listener and can add to any topic of conversation.  She knows when to make you laugh, she knows when to let you cry, and she always knows when you need a little tasty treat to make you feel better.  You always leave feeling better than when you came.

25.)  She loves a good country music song and has an ear for remembering the lyrics and being able to sing it back to you.  I grew up loving listening to her sing Jeannie C. Riley’s “Parker Valley PTA” and she loved listening to me sing Reba McIntyre’s “Fancy.”

26.) Mott taught me how to keep up a house.  Every day no matter how she felt or what the weather was like, or what she had planned she always started her morning with the same house keeping routine.  She would take her shower and wrap her hair up and then run the vacuum through the living room, dust the coffee table and end tables, straighten up and pick up anything left out from the night before.  She would make a fresh gallon of tea and put it in the fridge to cool.  Once she got ready she would sweep off the front porch and open the front door where the storm glass door would let the light in.  She taught me that you always want to have your house picked up and presentable so when company comes you can enjoy them and you are ready for the day.  I’ve never forgotten that and her routine has become mine.

27.) Aunt Mott has the prettiest blue eyes.  They are the same Johnson blue as her daddy and her sisters and brothers.  They can be soft and sparkling and they can also be sharp and piercing depending on what she is telling you and what she needs you to hear.  No matter the message, they always show you her heart and that she loves you.

28.) She is the best gift giver.  Over the years she has given me gifts that she knew I would love but wouldn’t buy for myself.  There was a board game called “Hero Quest” that Shawn and I wanted when we were ten years old.  It was expensive but she got it for us for our birthday and we have it to this day.  When I first started driving, she and Uncle Tommy bought me a waterproof Jeep radio. I loved it so much I took it with me to my first classroom and it was our recess radio.

29.)  Aunt Mott always believed in the concept of “The More, The Merrier.”  She never intentionally left anyone out. If I came by and she was planning a trip to Lake Russell with Aunt Mary and Kristy then she automatically invited me too.  If she was getting ready to cook supper and you happened to be there, well she just put out another plate for you and you were invited too.

30.) Aunt Mott’s generosity has always made her house big enough, her table long enough, and her pocket full enough for whoever came by and whatever they needed.  At first I thought it was just me who could stay on the couch when I was sick from school or who got a $20 bill when I needed it, but I found out from my cousins that she did that for all of us.  She’s always been there when we needed her.  I hope she knows we will be here for her when she needs us.

 

31.) Aunt Mott has always loved our family, not just her own brothers and sisters and their children, but all of our cousins and their children as well.  She calls Helen and Evelyn from Chesnee on Grandpa’s side every week and checks in on Stella Ann on Grandma’s side and keeps up with them so we can keep up with them too.  She has always taught me that family is your most important treasure.

32.) At family gatherings, Aunt Mott rarely fixes her a plate to eat or sits down at any one table for too long.  In her heart the most important part of these events is being able to spend time with those you love that you don’t see very often.  So she makes sure to not just speak to everyone, but to listen and to truly visit.  I’ve learned that from her over the years.

33.) On Christmas Eve I loved coming by Aunt Mott’s house along with all of her children and grandchildren and a few neighbors as well to see everyone open their gifts, to hear her laugh, and to celebrate the best gifts that had nothing to do with wrapping paper or boxes or bows and everything to do with family.

34.) In the summer, the best place to be was Aunt Mott’s front porch in Pelham. Every porch chair and swing would be full of family, friends, and neighbors holding red Dixie cups full of iced tea, laps full of babies, and the lights off of cigarettes and lightning bugs flickering across the yard at twilight.

35.)  Aunt Mott taught me to use the talents you have to help others whenever you can.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come by and she was helping someone figure out some paperwork for insurance or for their job, taking care of someone’s children for a little while so they could run an errand, or having Uncle Tommy take a look at whatever was wrong with their car.  You always knew that if she could help you, she would.

36.) I loved how Aunt Mott taught me how to whistle when I was little.  I wanted so bad to whistle like the seven dwarfs on Snow White and like the Andy Griffith theme song, but I couldn’t ever figure out.  She spent a few hours on her front porch swing with me patiently teaching me how to get my lips just right and how to blow air through them just right to make a whistle.

37.)  Aunt Mott taught me how to make the best deviled egg sandwiches in the world.  She uses fresh, soft white bread and boils the eggs for ten minutes and only uses Duke mayonnaise.  When we would go to Lake Russell as a big family she would add giant slices of garden grown red tomatoes and lettuce and cover it generously with salt and pepper and it would be the best summer snack you’ve ever had.

38.) Aunt Mott will always shoot straight with you.  If you ask her a question about something, she will give you her honest opinion, even if it isn’t something you were expecting or agreed with.  I have always valued this about her and know that she will tell me the truth.

39.) Mott is a good dancer and will cut a rug when the mood strikes.  I remember laughing watching her teach my daddy how to do “The Bump” years ago in her living room.

40.) Aunt Mott taught me to never hold a grudge against your family.  Throughout the years she told me that no matter what, family is forever.  In spite of hurts and harsh words, she forgives and seeks forgiveness and has taught me that time and the good Lord will heal the heart’s wounds and will allow your family to keep going.

Mott as Kid

41.) Aunt Mott has never been afraid to be herself.  She taught me that as a woman you can be smart and beautiful, strong and kind hearted, brave and funny, loyal and even a little sassy.  She has always been true to herself and taught me to do the same.

42.)  Aunt Mott has taught me to stand up for myself.  She taught me that you have to believe in yourself if you expect anyone else to believe in you.  Over the years I have learned from her that dignity and self-respect are the two things that no one can give to you but they are also two things that no one can take from you.

43.)  She always has the best come backs.  Her quick wit gives her the ability to always know just what to say.  Whenever I have experienced conflict or trouble I always give her a call and she always knows just what to do or say to make you feel better about things or at least about yourself.

44.)  Aunt Mott taught me that there is no better way to spend a late evening then with a cup of strong coffee, a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and the company of those you love the most in the world.

45.)  Going to the beach with Aunt Mott in Cherry Grove continues to be one of the very best vacations I have ever had in my life.  We filled up a beach house with Marty, Sherry, Joni, their husbands and children, Sharon and Ray and Chris, and Aunt Sara and me and we had the time of our lives.  No matter what you wanted to do or where you wanted to go there was always someone with you.

46.) Mott taught me how to use humor to diffuse a stressful situation.  When times get tough or people get a little aggravated, she knows just what to say to have you cracking up.  Her timing is impeccable and she has this amazing power to change the mood of an entire house or car full of people in a moment.

47.) Aunt Mott also taught me how to make kids laugh.  I can’t tell you how much fun I had watching her bounce a grandbaby on her knee and sing songs and rhymes, play patty cake and peek a boo, and make them laugh and everyone else around you too!

Mott's grandkids

48.) Aunt Mott is fiercely protective over her grandchildren.  She has six of them and loves them all like she only had one of them.  Austin, Lindsey, Maison, Dawson, Noah, and Thomas are her heart.

49.) She loves other people’s children too.  Over the years I’ve witnessed her handing out banana popsicles to the neighbor’s children, candy bags to whoever comes up to the porch at Halloween, and hugs and a listening ear to anyone who happens to pop by.  Children innately know when they are around someone they can trust and Aunt Mott has always been one of them.

50.)  Aunt Mott has read enough Stephen King novels and watched enough crime tv from Perry Mason to Law and Order that she would not only be the one that would help you commit a murder if you needed her to, but she would be the one to help you hide the body.

Mott's family

51.) She raised three of the very best women I know.  Her daughters became my cousins and my very best friends in this world. Sherry, Marty, and Joni have been constants in my life and I am thankful for their friendship to me and to my children over the years.

52.)  Aunt Mott always taught us girls that you could never have too many friends.  She said you make sure that you are kind to others and that you are friendly to everyone.  You never know when you will run into them again.

53.)  She also taught us to make sure we never left anyone with a broken heart.  She taught all of us to make sure that if something or someone didn’t work out, we never left them angry or mad, we left them as friends.  I can’t tell you how many relationships may have ended for many of us, but the friendships continued to last over the years.   Mott was right about this.  She is right about a lot of things!

54.)  Aunt Mott treats my kids like they were her own.  Whenever I come by she sends me home with Orange Crush sodas for Lily, Hannah, and Eli and moon pies or Debbie Cakes.  They know she loves them and is thinking about them and I am so thankful that they get to grow up knowing her and loving her like I do.

55.) Mott taught me that if you are going to do something, to make sure you do it right. Whether it was picking up your house or doing your job a work, she always taught me to do your best and to make sure that there was no fault in your work.  I have always been so proud of my Aunt Mott when she went to work at North Hills because everyone bragged on how good she was at her job.  How fast she was at finding the records and using the computer.

56.) Aunt Mott taught me how to rhyme when I was just a little girl and we would spend the afternoon singing, “Sherry, berry, bo-berry, banana fanna fo ferry, me mi mo merry, Sherry” with everyone’s name we could think of.  This helped me make up silly songs to entertain my own kids later and tunes to teach with when I had a classroom full of fourth graders.

57.) Aunt Mott is not afraid to straighten you out if you need it.  Over the years it has been rare that I have needed it, but when I have she has told me like it is and set me straight.  The older I get the more I realize how valuable it is to have someone who loves you to tell you what you need to hear.

58.) Aunt Mott has taught me how to be tough and to endure what you just have to get through.  Recently she battled horrible kidney stones that required three different surgeries across much of last year.  She suffered with the pain before the surgery and ended up waiting over eight hours in the emergency room becoming septic and needing emergency surgery and time in the ICU ward before she could go home and she also suffered after with the pain from having a stint put in after the surgery.  Through it all she continued to ask about Tommy and her grandkids and even though the pain hurt her she knew she just had to get through it.  I’ve learned from her example that we have to endure what we have to the best we can and thinking about others is one way to help us do that.

59.) Over the years Mott has introduced me to some classic movies….Steel Magnolias, Dirty Dancing, Pretty Woman, are all movies I watched with her or with Sherry, Marty, and Joni over the years.  Uncle Tommy always had a stocked library of vhs tapes that we could watch when we came over to visit and I loved sprawling out across their living room floor watching some of my favorites over and over again.

60.) Mott taught me how a drive can do you a world a good sometimes.  I loved going on a drive with Mott and Tommy to the lake, to Georgia, or to the mountains for the day.  The windows down, the radio on, and either a book or some conversation to keep you company is about all you need to have a good time.

61.) I love how Aunt Mott enjoys the simple things in life…a warm sunny day sitting out on the back porch, a visit with a friend on the front porch swing, a drive to the mountains, or a good book.  When you are with her, you don’t need much to enjoy the time you have together.

62.) Every Halloween for as long as I can remember, Aunt Mott always makes hot dogs and chili and makes us all special candy bags filled with the good chocolate and candy with our name on it.  I thought she did it just for me and Shawn but I found out over the years that she spent hours the days before Halloween filling up candy bags and labeling them for kids all over the neighborhood, all over the family, and extra that she had just in case.

63.) Aunt Mott has always believed in me and my dreams no matter what they were.  When I was little I just knew that I was going to Nashville to sing with Dolly and Loretta at the Grand Ole’ Opry.  She never once told me I needed talent to do that and instead just let me belt out every song I knew every chance I got.  Later when I wanted to be a teacher she listened to me talk about the classes I was taking and the books I was reading and always encouraged me and told me that she knew I could do it.

64.)  One of the things I love the most about Aunt Mott is that my friends were always welcome to come with me to her house.  My college friends, Rena Jane and Melissa were welcome to come by the house and get in the hot tub. When I met Greg in college, we were able to spend many of our dates at her house on her front porch.  Even now I have friends who know all about my Aunt Mott and as soon as they meet her she treats them like they are family too.

65.)  When I was little and would get aggravated with my brother, Aunt Mott would always remind me of how lucky I am to have a brother and how much she loves her brothers and would never ever want to hurt them.  Whenever I have had a tough time with my mom as moms and daughters are apt to do, my Aunt Mott always listens to me and always reminds me how much my mom loves me.  If Greg ever gets on my nerves a little bit which is rare but happens over the course of a marriage, she listens and always reminds me of what a good husband he is and how she knows he loves me.

66.)  Aunt Mott has taught me that sometimes it is okay for contests to be “rigged.”  I know this sounds shocking but she is right when it comes to family. Years ago at family reunions several of the aunts and uncles would bring door prizes to give out.  We would do names on tickets in a hat and if your name was drawn you won the door prize.  Usually Aunt Mott would be the door prize caller because she knew everyone.  One year she told me to help her and whispered down to me, “Whatever name is on that ticket I want you to call out this one because she could really use this.”  I did and sure enough it made that family member’s day.  The next one she whispered to me to call out the name of a cousin who hadn’t been able to come to the family reunion in a while.  I did and sure enough that cousin came for years after.  At our family Christmas gatherings when we would do Christmas exchanges she would always bring a few extra gifts in case someone couldn’t afford to participate she always had one for them.

Dawn and Aunt Mott on Swing

67.) Aunt Mott taught me the importance of having a front porch swing.  When I was a little girl her porch swing was my very favorite place to be. Something about the rhythmic motion of sliding back and forth, your bare feet gliding across the concrete porch, sunlight streaming in underneath the porch roof, is peaceful.  When we built our house the first thing I asked for on Mother’s Day was a front porch swing like my Aunt Mott.  There isn’t a time I swing on it that I don’t think about her.

68.)  When Aunt Mott’s girls married, I watched how Aunt Mott treated their husbands.  She didn’t treat John, Roy, and Chad like they were her sons-in-law, she treated them like they were her sons.  She loved them just like she did her girls and over the years they each have loved her and Uncle Tommy the same way.  There isn’t anything that they wouldn’t do for her.  I want to make sure that the future spouses of my children feel the same way and I know it will be up to me and how I treat them for that to happen.

69.)  Aunt Mott and Uncle Tommy introduced me to my husband.  When I was a teenager she would tell me that she wanted me to meet Pastor Kirt’s son from Pelham church.  She said he was a great guy and she really loved his family and thought that we would get along.  At the time we went to different high schools and I went to a different church but when Marty married Chad, Greg and I both were in the wedding party and when we met I knew that she was right.  We married a few years later and I am thankful that she and Uncle Tommy have always looked out for me.

Dawn and Mott Wedding

 

  1. I love how every year on my birthday Aunt Mott always calls me and my brother and sings me Happy Birthday. She remembers every year and I have a collection of voice mail messages on my smart phone and those on my old answering machine tapes from college and when we first got married that I have saved over the years. Whenever I am having a bad day or just need a little cheering up, I can press play and hear her voice, the voice of one who knows all about me and chooses to love me anyway, telling me she loves me.  I hope today on her 70th birthday she knows how very much she is loved today, and always.

Happy Birthday Aunt Mott!  I love you more now than ever!

Thank you for being the best aunt and friend a niece could have!

Love, Dawn

Sara Estelle Johnson McIntyre Blanton Thackston Stories of Family and Faith: A Legacy of Love

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The Prettiest Girl I’ve Ever Seen

When we were gathered together telling family stories the other day, I asked Sara what she remembered about her childhood.  Sara said one of her earliest memories was when she was about two or three years old at the old house at Park Place.  She said her mama, Fannie Mae would hold her up to the window to her friends as they walked by and would say, “Look how pretty she is today.”  She also remembers her Mama taking her to her sister, Mary Ruth’s house and showing her off in one of her dresses and saying, “Look now she has a red V for victory on her dress because the war is over.”  Her brothers, Ed and Randy said they remember Sara beating up all the boys in the neighborhood. Ed said he remembers Sara stuck James Earl Day in the trash can by his feet.  Sara just laughed and said she remembers waking up and thinking about who she could whip today.  Even though she was tough with the neighborhood boys, Sara was fiercely protective of her own brothers.  Her sister, Martha, “Mott”  said she grew up thinking that her sister, Sara was the prettiest girl she had ever seen.  She said she always thought she looked like Elizabeth Taylor.  Sara said, “Well Lord, yes she had to have a big stick to carry to school to beat the boys off of her.”

I Always Knew He Was With Me

Sara told us that when she was little and they all lived at Park Place they could go to church anytime they wanted to.  Sara said she remembers the church that was close to them was a little holiness church that she remembered walking to with her sister, Joyce.  Sara said, “I remember knowing Jesus even then.”  She said she remembered being little and she was sitting in a really high chair in the kitchen.  She remembered being afraid and was crying.  She said she knew Jesus was there with her and she wasn’t alone.  Sara said later on in life she really got to know Jesus well.  Sara laughed telling us, “I got saved three times before it really took.”  After she laughed she explained her journey and said she came to believe in Him as a little child and then she said as you grow up you go your own way and you drift off, but she said you come back to Him.  You learn how He is there with you at all times.  She said that her faith is what has sustained her joy throughout her life and gotten her through some hard times.

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When She Learned to Talk, She Called Me Mama

Sara said one vivid childhood memory was when she was hit by a car when she was nine years old.  Sara said she was at the city park at the wading pool jumping around and getting wet.  She thought if she ran right across the road she could make it to the city bus. She said she wasn’t even thinking about cars being in the road to get to the bus and when she ran out in the road, a car hit her and cut her a flip.  It immediately broke her leg.  Mott said when a little boy came home to tell Mama that Sara got hit by a car, Joyce was so distraught that she said she was going to jump off the banister.  Mott laughed and said, “Well the banister was only a foot tall!  Joyce being our older sister always had to get all the attention.”  Sara said she broke the main bone in her left leg and had to stay in the hospital in traction.  Sara said she had to lay flat of her back and they had to put bricks to hold her leg in place.  She was there for six weeks.  Sara said she lived there in Park Place when Mott had just been born.  Sara said Mott was just a few days old when she broke her leg.  Sara said, “When I got home from the hospital I would tend to Martha.  Mama would put her crib by my bed and I would tend to her.  When she learned to talk she called me Mama.” These two sisters have had a special bond ever since.

A Faith That Heals

Sara shared with us last year at a family breakfast how the Lord helped heal her.  She said Buck Trent invited Sara and Daddy to the cathedral in Spartanburg to hear a healing preacher, Bill Bansky who was an evangelist.  Sara’s leg since the car accident didn’t grow right and was a half of an inch shorter than the other one and she limped.  Bill was preaching and said, “There is someone with leg and knee trouble.” She said no one went.  She said she waited but she knew it was her.  She said she was a little afraid because you had to go up on the stage and let the preacher pray with you.  She said she went and he prayed with her and she felt her leg growing.  She said she never limped after that.  She used to wear a built up shoe after that and didn’t need it any more.

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A Treasure Given and Received

Family has always been important to Sara and her brothers and sisters have fond memories of her being good to them.  Her brother Ed said, “I remember when I was seven or eight years old and it was my birthday and Sara taped a dime and two nickels and five pennies to a birthday card and gave it to me.  I was so excited about getting a whole quarter at one time I couldn’t believe it. I treasured that thing and held on to it.”  Eddie said he loved it so much he put it in a safe place and he said every once in a while, he would get it out and look at it and every time would be struck at what his sister did for him.  He said it is still in his safe and he sent me a picture of it above. Eddie laughed and said he couldn’t show it to Uncle Marion because Marion would have borrowed it.  Ed said four or five years ago he took a picture of it and put it in a birthday card with twenty five dollars inside and gave it back to Sara on her birthday.  He said he figured she had earned some interest on the money all those years ago.    Sara said she loves that her brothers always trusted her and sometimes they regretted it.  She laughed and said one day Eddie and Randy were sitting on the porch and needed a haircut.  She said Mama wasn’t at home and she told them she went to Greenville Tech and learned how to cut hair.  She said they were teenagers and they let her cut their hair, but she accidentally butchered it.  Sara said it looked so bad Mama had to pay to get their hair cut.  JoAnn said she saw them and they looked like they had the mange.

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Double Dating and Dancing

Sara said her first job was when she was 15.  She worked at Gene’s Restaurant on Buncombe Road with her sister, Joyce.  She said she had walked to town from Park Place looking for a job and couldn’t find one.  On the way back she saw Mr. Gene and he asked, “Did you find a job?”  She said, “No sir.”  He said, “Well you can work here but you can’t serve beer.”  Joyce lived in a rooming house next door to Gene’s restaurant and they both worked the same shift.  Carol, Joyce’s future husband lived in the same rooming house and one day they happened to meet at Gene’s restaurant.  Carol would come in on pay day and would give Joyce a 50 cent tip.  Joyce was embarrassed by the gesture and wouldn’t take any money from Carol so Sara jumped in and said she would be glad to take it for her!

Sara said sometimes she and Joyce would double date.  She told about one time Red Timmons was going to take her to the fair but she didn’t want to go with him by herself.  Red got his friend, IV to take Joyce so they could go together.  They both went to the fair in Greenville and were so excited to see the Half Woman and Half Man movie playing there. Her sister, Martha said that when she was growing up she remembers Knock Ward, Red Timmons,  and IV Matthews would all be coming to date Sara and Mary and Joyce.  Sara said Red Timmons wasn’t her boyfriend but he would take her out to the Rhythm Ranch to go dancing and she sure did love to dance.

JoAnn said she and Pete would go out to the Rhythm Ranch to dance too and she said she remembers Sara could always know who was going to ask her to dance first.  JoAnn said Sara would come up beside her and say, “I can always tell who is going to ask me first.  Tonight it is going to be that man with the red socks.”  JoAnn said Sara was always right.

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First Love and Family

Sara said she met her husband, Jerome when they lived on Boiling Springs in the old school house and he lived on Pelham Road.  She rode the bus to school and he did too.  He was already in the 10th grade and she was in the 9th grade and they both went to Taylors School.  She said he fell in love with her and told her that he purposefully failed school in the 9th grade so he could be in the same grade with her.  Sara said she was so impressed then that he drove his own car.  She said they would go to the Belmont Drive In where Jerome worked.  They would put Jerome’s brother in the trunk so he could go with them.  It wasn’t long after their drive in days that Jerome proposed and they were married.  When they first got married they lived right there on Pelham Road near Jerome’s family, The McIntyres.

Martha said it didn’t matter where she lived, Sara was always around to help her mama with the kids.  Martha said she remembers every Sunday, Sara would come over and cook a big dinner.  She said that when Grannie Fannie went up north to stay with Joyce for a little while when Scott was born, Sara came and cooked and helped a lot.  Mott said Sara would make beef and rice and buttered cake for them every Sunday. Randy said he loved when Michael would come over and play with him and Eddie.

Through the years Sara always knew that home was where her heart was.  She spent many afternoons caring for her own children and looking after her younger brothers and sisters.  Martha remembers when she was in the fourth grade she was hauling a giant pot of boiling water for washing dishes and she tilted it from the back of the sink instead of the front of it and poured scalding hot water all over herself.  She said she was in the hospital in the children’s ward at the same time Sara was in the maternity ward delivering her second child, Michael’s sister, Sandy.  Martha said Sara and Jerome lived in a little house right down the path and she remembered being able to sit with Sara and watching her little Sandy as an infant while Sara would go out.  Sandy passed away tragically as an infant, but through the years Sara’s faith has helped hold not only sadness, but the sweet memories of her daughter.

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If He Doesn’t Kiss Me, I’m Going to Kiss Him!

When I asked Aunt Sara how she met Uncle Johnnie, she said she was working at JM Fields at the snack bar.  She said her brother, Marion and Calvin Saxton were friends.  Marion and Calvin brought Johnnie to meet her at the snack bar one afternoon.  Sara said Johnnie was so good looking.  She said, “He was the best looking man I had ever seen.  I fell for everything he said.” She told us that he immediately asked her, “Well you want to go swimming tomorrow?”  She said she trusted him because her brother, Marion and Calvin knew him so she thought it was okay.  She told him that she wanted to go swimming.  He told her that he didn’t have a car so she said she could figure this out.  She told him that  she had her daddy’s old Chevrolet to drive but it didn’t have a floor board. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, so come Saturday, she went to pick Johnnie up.  He was living with Dean and Ann in Mauldin at the time.  She said she was so excited to be going up to Rainbow Lake in Spartanburg with him.  Sara said once they got there they put their bathing suits on and went swimming.  She said on the way back home they pulled in the driveway and he asked if he could kiss her.  She said, “Yes!”  She said she thought if he doesn’t kiss me I’m going to kiss him!  When she finished telling this story, her eyes lit up and she grinned and said through laughter that she asked him to marry him the next day.

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Late Night Parking and Reputations

Joyce and Grannie Fannie were waiting on Sara to come back home from dating Johnnie.  Sara said she was 25 years old when she began steadily dating Johnnie and had her two children, Michael and Sid from her marriage to Jerome.  She was living at home when she was dating him and she said when she and Johnnie went out to eat, they knew they couldn’t come back home and park in the driveway or Mama and Joyce would be mad at her.  She said she and Johnnie would have to find somewhere else after their date to park and spend some time together.  She said she thought Johnnie was the best looking thing there was and was crazy about him and he was crazy about her.  Neither one of them had much money but they loved being able to see each other when they could.  She said Grannie Fannie and Joyce were strict with her dating even though she was grown with children.  She was usually late coming home from her dates and one time when she got in long after dark she got in some trouble. She said Johnnie cut the lights off down the road and just eased the car in the drive way and dropped her off about eleven o clock when she knew everyone was asleep.  She said she carefully knocked on Mott’s bedroom window and Mott raised the window up to let her in.  She said as soon as she struggled to climb in the window sill and stand up she looked past Martha and saw Joyce and Grandma standing there with their arms crossed scowling at her, watching her struggle to get through that window.  She said they gave her a hard time about ruining her reputation.  Sara laughed and said, “Here I was 25 years old, already had two kids, and if I’ve lost my reputation everyone should already know it!”  If she’d lost her reputation, it didn’t hold her back one bit.  She was just as beautiful and kind and funny as she ever was.

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Grits and Guitars

Randy said when Sara and Johnnie lived at Pelham near Ross’s Grocery they lived in a yellow house with all the kids. He said he loved to go and see her in the morning for breakfast.  He said he didn’t know how Sara came up with this concoction but she would take potted meat and put it in the grits and man they were so good.  He couldn’t wait to get to go visit Sara and have those grits.  He said he knew they didn’t have a lot of money so instead of bacon and sausage and grits she would have “ham grits.”  Randy said those were the best tasting grits and even though Sara and Johnnie did the best they could feeding their family, she always made room at the table for him and Ed when they came by for a bowl of grits too.

Ed said that Sara could really cook and knew how to make a dollar stretch in the kitchen.  He said she would make white bean soup with cornbread, biscuits and gravy, chicken in dumplings, and knew how to feed a family of six with four growing boys.  Randy said one time Sara and Johnnie moved to Georgia, right down the road from Mary and IV a little ways from Sandy Cross in a place called Whitehead’s Place.  While Johnnie worked Sara and the boys had a garden full of vegetables.  They had almost an acre it seemed of okra and the boys cut okra every day for her to fry up.  Ed said one day Sara had a big ole pressure cooker full of turnip greens going while they were outside working in the garden and the pressure cooker blew up spraying turnip greens all over the kitchen.  Sara handled that like she handles every trial in life, she laughed and then she got down to business cleaning it up, and then laughed some more when she was telling her sisters and brothers about it on the phone.

When Sara and Johnnie moved back home to the farmhouse in Fountain Inn, Johnnie and the boys used to invite everyone over on a Saturday night for guitar playing and visiting.  Randy said he always looked forward to their picking sessions in the back room where Johnnie and the boys, he and Eddie, and Pete and JoAnn would always have the best time playing and singing everything from Johnnie Cash to George Jones.  Randy said Sara always helped look after the kids and in the late evenings Sara would always head into her kitchen and fix them up a mess of homemade biscuits and sawmill gravy with sausage.  Randy said there was no better tasting late night food then Sara’s biscuits and gravy.

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Children:  The More, The Merrier!

All of us have fond memories of visiting Sara and Johnnie’s farmhouse in Fountain Inn. Sara always welcomed us to her home and we loved picking peaches straight from the peach orchard that neighbored their property.  Some of my sweetest childhood memories are spending a summer day sitting on her screened in back porch eating a peach freshly picked, the fuzz warm against my chin and sticky sweet peach juice running down my arm.  Sara loved kids… her own and all of her nieces and nephews, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.  She treats all of us like we were her own. My brother, Shawn said he remembers going over to the house in Fountain Inn when the men would play guitars and he used to hate going to the bathroom down the hallway of the farmhouse because it was so dark.  He said Sara would let him go right outside the screened in porch and she would wait with him.  She would also fix us a late night snack.  When I asked her about always having a house full of kids around, Sara smiled and said, “Kids never bothered me.  They still don’t.  The more the merrier.”

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Checkers and Cross Stitching with Sophia and Cohen

Years ago on Friday nights you might find Sara out cutting a rug on the dance floor at the Rhythm Ranch with Pete and JoAnn and a line full of young boys wanting her to glance their way.  These days Sara’s Friday night date calendar is already booked months in advance with her granddaughter, Amanda Bree and her great grandchildren, Sophia, and Cohen.  Their favorite thing to do after having a bite to eat is to play checkers together.  Through the jumping and the crowning of kings there is a lot of laughing and storytelling too.  Amanda said that recently Sara has been teaching Sophia how to cross stitch.  She has a lap full of Cohen and her arms full with Sophia and her heart is overflowing with love for each one of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.

 

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The Writing On The Wall

While Sara doesn’t get to see her other great grandchildren as much as she would like to, due to distance, they are never far from her thoughts or her prayers.  In fact, one of my very favorite stories of Sara’s love for her grandchildren is one that has to do with her protecting some very special handwriting on the wall in her living room right below her television.  Once when I was over there visiting with my Daddy I noticed some writing on the wall and asked Sara if she wanted me to get a magic eraser and clean it off for her.  She immediately put her hand to her mouth and said, “Lord, why no Dawn! You would not believe how smart my Jalen is!  He did this when he was here with Christy and Jeremy awhile back.  He was watching a music show he loves on t.v. and then he immediately looked for a pen and wrote the entire words of the song title right here on my wall.  I don’t want to ever cover it up because it reminds me of how good God is and how He knows His children and He doesn’t ever make any mistakes.”  I teared up when I heard her speak these words because we had just found out a few years back that Jalen was diagnosed with autism. He is brilliant in his music and art ability and can memorize so many things.  One thing I know that he knows is that his Grandma Sara loves him with all her heart!”

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The Birds and The Bees and Jesus

Anytime Sara would get her nieces in the car she would tell them about the birds and the bees and then she would tell them about Jesus.  Marty said she remembers Aunt Sara saying, “If any boy ever tries to see your underpants you ask him, “Well why, did you poop in yours?” Then Marty said then she would tell us about Jesus.  She would tell us how we were supposed to live and how Jesus loved us no matter what.

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 Biscuits As Wrinkle Prevention

I remember Aunt Sara telling me that anytime you split a little dessert with someone, well the calories just escape right through the middle!  When I had gained a little weight in college I was complaining about it to her and she said, “Well girl that is just your reserves and it is smart to have a little reserves.  All these little tiny ole’ skinny things running around don’t have any reserves on them and if they get sick or down and out they will just plumb waste away.  We have a little reserves so if things get bad we will have a little something on our bones to help us get through it.” Anytime Aunt Sara got a new wrinkle, she would tell us that all she had to do was just eat another biscuit and it would pop that wrinkle right out.  That is the secret to beautifully, smooth skin.  Well, that and living right and having a heart like Aunt Sara!

Folk Songs Like Lemon Tree and Cabbage Head

All of us nieces love to hear Sara sing the song, Lemon Tree.  I did a little research and the song was a well-loved folk song sung by a man named Will Holt in the 1950s.  The lyrics are below and when you read the words I know just like me you can hear Sara’s sweet voice singing them…

“When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,

“Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.”

“Don’t put your faith in love, my boy,” my father said to me,

“I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.”

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie,

A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.

We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,

The music of her laughter hid my father’s words from me.

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

One day she left without a word, she took away the sun.

And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.

She left me for another, it’s a common tale but true,

A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you.

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,

But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.”

 

Sara also loves to sing an Old Doc Watson song from his Rambling Hobo album called Cabbage Head.  The lyrics are below and when you get to the end I know you can hear Sara’s laughter in your ear just like I can.

 

I come home the first night, drunk as I could be

And there was a mule in the stable, where my mule orta be

I asked my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me

How come there’s a mule in the stable, where my mule orta be?

Well, you old fool, you drunken fool, can’t you plainly see

That’s nothin’ but a milk cow my granny gave to me?

Well, I’ve traveled the whole world over, ten thousand miles and more

And a saddle and a bridle on a milk cow I ain’t never seen before

Well, I come home the second night, drunk as I could be

And there was a hat on the hat rack, where my hat orta be

I asked my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me

How come there’s a hat on the hat rack, where my hat orta be?

Well, you old fool, you drunken fool, can’t you plainly see

That’s nothin’ but a chamber pot my granny gave to me?

Well, I’ve traveled the whole world over, ten thousand miles and more

And a John B. Stetson chamber pot I ain’t never seen before

Well, I come home the third night, drunk as I could be

And there was a pair of pants, where my pants orta be

I asked my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me

How come these pants on the chair, where my pants orta be?

Well, you old fool, your drunken fool, can’t you plainly see

That’s nothin’ but a dish rag my granny gave to me?

Well, I’ve traveled the whole world over, ten thousand miles and more

And a … zipper on a dish rag I ain’t never seen before

Well, I come home the last night, drunk as I could be

And there was a head on the pillow, where my head orta be

I asked my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me

How come there’s a head on the pillow, where my head orta be?

Well, you old fool, you drunken fool, can’t you plainly see

That’s nothin’ but a cabbage head my granny gave to me?

Well, I’ve traveled the whole world over, ten thousand miles and more

And a moustache on a cabbage I ain’t never seen before!

 

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Forgiveness, Faith, and Family:  Love That Lasted A Lifetime

Sara said when she and Johnnie married, Johnnie wouldn’t really go dancing and didn’t believe in it but he would go with JoAnn.  Sara said Johnnie was insanely jealous.  If there was a man walking down the road and she happened to just see him he would cuss her out real good thinking she was wanting to talk to him.  Sara said she would just laugh inside and think to herself, she didn’t have time to be thinking about no other man.  Sara loved Johnnie throughout their marriage and took her vows for better or for worse and in sickness and in health seriously.  There were many times throughout their marriage that was filled with good times and laughter.  One time Johnnie and Sara and Pete and JoAnn went to the mountains just for the day. Sara had cooked a pot of pinto beans and cornbread was going to take that with them to have a picnic when they got there. On the way a car, pulled out in front of them and hit Pete’s car.  The policeman who responded could not figure out why there was pinto beans all over the road!

There were also times that were filled with heartache and with hard times.  Even though she loved Johnnie with all her heart she couldn’t love away some of the demons he struggled with.  There were times that she had to take the kids and leave him to get some peace and to keep the kids safe. No matter how bad it was, once he would sober up and straighten out, she would go back to him.  She knew he loved her as best as he could and she loved him through it all.  One time when I asked her about it she said, “Forgiveness is what we have to give if that is what we hope to get.”   Sara’s faith is one that isn’t just on Sunday morning, it is one that is lived out day in and day out.  She believes that love is forever and that it is an action that you live out and forgiveness isn’t an option, it is a requirement.

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Mama’s Boys

Sara loved being a mother and was blessed to raise four boys and was able to see each one of them grown and married with kids and now grandkids of their own.  Sara’s boys are all tall and strong and can do just about anything with a hammer and some nails.  They were known far and wide for both their carpentering ability as well as their ability to take care of any business that needed taking care of.  The Blanton boys were tough when they needed to be, but through the years they all share the same soft spot in their heart for their mama.   In fact they built their mama and daddy a brand new house on some land beside their old farmhouse and through the years anything their mama ever needs, they make sure they take care of her.  Whether it is mowing her grass or taking her to the doctor she doesn’t want for anything.  When asked about his mama, Sid said, “My mama raised 4 boys and an alcoholic and no matter what was thrown at her she never took her eyes off of God. She never prays for herself only for others. She’s not just my mama she’s my light. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA.  Eric said, “She’s been an angel sent straight from heaven, never selfish and never complains.  We are just so blessed to have her as our mom.”

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Sweet Sara June

While Sara dearly loves every single one of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, she received a pretty amazing blessing back in the fall of 2018 when her namesake, sweet little Sara June came into the world.  Her grandson, Jeremy and his beautiful wife, Christy welcomed Sara June as baby number seven into their family.  You can tell by the big smile on her face that she already knows she is loved and prayed for.

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A Love for the Golden Years

After Johnnie passed away, Sara worked at Carter and Crowley and she worked with a sweet girl who kept telling her how she would be so good for her father in law, Doug.  Sara said she agreed to meet him and they hit it off right away.  They both loved the Lord and enjoyed serving their church.  Doug worked tirelessly to take care of mowing the grass on the church lawn every week at The Church of God in Mauldin.  Doug knew what a treasure he had in Sara and she enjoyed his company and loved being with him.  It wasn’t long after they met, that Doug proposed and they were married.  Whenever you saw them together, you saw him smiling at her.  He would always tell you how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.  Doug was very protective of Sara.  One time Pete and JoAnn went out west with Doug and Sara and they all went on a train ride.  A comedian on the train ride made a comment about how beautiful Sara was and Doug became upset over it and set the guy straight about Sara being his wife and he didn’t want anyone to talk to her that way.  Their love was a sweet love but one that lasted far too short.  During the time that Doug was sick, Sara took care of him and also welcomed Grannie Fannie into her home and took care of her during the last months of her life.  We were all thankful for how well she cared for her and all of us whenever we came to visit.

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Sara’s Faith: Taste and See That the Lord is Good

One of the qualities that we admire the most about Sara is her faith.  Many of us have fond memories of attending church or vacation bible school with Sara down at Bethany Baptist Church in Fountain Inn.  When us girl cousins were little we can remember sitting beside Sara in the pew at Bethany and her tickling our arm while we sat beside her and introducing us to her friends in her Sunday School class.  I can hear her now saying, “Now won’t you just look at my niece?  Ain’t she just beautiful?  Well Lord, yes and she is a good girl too.”  If we got to her farmhouse before church we would have warm some buttered biscuits before we went and if we missed breakfast but got there after church she would always have something fixed good for us to eat and always slide up a chair for us.  Sometimes she would take us to go down the road and see Granny Fannie and Aunt Joyce on a Sunday afternoon and play with our cousins.  Psalm 34: 8 says “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.”   This verse always makes me think of my Aunt Sara.  If truth be told there are many members of Bethany Baptist Church in Fountain Inn that were invited to come and see the Lord by sweet Sara and I know for sure there are so many of us that are believers too because our first experiences hearing about the Lord were snuggled up next to her lap.

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I Can’t Complain About A Thing

Over the years Sara has experienced trials and troubles of her own…being in the car accident… losing her baby girl, Sandy… going through the struggles of being a wife to a strong willed husband and a devoted mother to four strong willed boys that are now men…serving in sickness and in health two husbands that are now gone on with the Lord…but Sara never counts her losses or her trials, she only counts her blessings. Through it all Sara never complains.

Over the years whenever I have asked her how she was doing she would always say, “Lord, Dawn I am blessed. God has been good to me throughout my whole life.  I can’t complain about a thing.  I am able to get up and go and as long as I can be a help to someone I am going to do it.”  We are all able to testify to how she continues to do that day in and day out.  Sara, we are so very thankful for the many ways you have lived out with your life a legacy of family, of faith, and of love.  May this birthday be the best one yet!  We all love you so very much!

 

The Life Lessons of Marion Truman Johnson

The Life Lessons of Marion Truman Johnson

Look Out For Your Family, Learn to Laugh, Work Hard, and Love With All Your Heart

Marion Johnson was born on August 30, 1945 in Greenville and spent his entire life here in the Upstate of South Carolina with his family. He was the fifth child, the second son of Little Berry and Fannie Mae Johnson.  He grew up in the middle of a large family of textile mill workers who worked hard and loved even harder, and who lived out their faith in the way they treated others.  Family was valued above all and Marion’s spot in the middle was one that was essential.

Marion grew up surrounded by his family, and he learned from his older brother and sisters while he looked out for his younger ones.  All of us grew up hearing the stories of how hungry the kids stayed.  Little Berry and Granny Fannie did their best by their children, but it was a long time between breakfast before the school bus came and supper before third shift at Poe Mill.  Marion figured out a way to help provide a little lunch for his brothers and sisters by sneaking a frying pan out of the kitchen and hiding it under the house.  He would squirrel away some eggs from the chicken coop and take off into the woods to fry some up for Vernon, Martha, Eddie, and Randy to eat.  Martha told me that Marion was the one who could sneak in the kitchen in between breakfast and supper and slowly ease the oven door down so the hinges wouldn’t squeak and sneak a biscuit.  If he made it out alive, he would share.  Marion could have just looked out for himself, but he didn’t.  He took care of his family and took the whippings for it when he was caught.

Lesson 1.)We’ve learned from Marion that family always looks out for each other.

 

Rita shared with me how very much she loved her daddy.  Like so many of us Johnsons, she grew up a daddy’s girl.  She said she would lay awake in her bed in the evenings waiting on him to get home from work.  She memorized the sound of his truck downshifting at the four way stop, the tires and axles as they slowed down over the driveway, and his gears putting the truck into park.  Rita said her heart would leap in her throat hearing the familiar shuffle of her daddy’s tired feet as he crossed over the threshold of the backdoor.  Her mama would have his supper waiting for him ready to heat up, usually served with the beans and greens he loved.  Rita said she loved to climb up in his lap and feel his arms wrap around her safe and warm, knowing that all was right in the world because he was home with her.

She said through the years he was always there when she needed an encouraging word and she remembers riding in his green truck with him.  He would always have kind words to say to her and her brother.  She said sometimes he would pat her on the knee telling her to get a good education so she wouldn’t have to work as hard as he did.  She said there aren’t really words to say how it felt just to be around her daddy because of how he made her feel with a kind word, one of his hugs, or a laugh.  She said simply being in his presence was to feel loved.

Marion took family seriously. Marion took care of his former sister in law, Maxine not because he had to but because he knew she needed him, and it was the right thing to do.  People knew they could count on Marion to be there when they needed him.

Lesson 2.)We’ve learned from Marion that when you can help someone or give a kind word, be sure to do it.

 

Marion also loved to laugh and enjoyed making others laugh as well. Eddie told us when they were little and were outside playing, Marion would come tearing across the yard and catch them and hold them down and give them a big cow lick right across their face. Randy said their faces would be nasty from playing and fighting all afternoon and in between the dirt and sweat there would be a long clean stripe from his cow lick! Even though they acted like they hated it, their big brother always knew how to make them laugh.

When they were growing up they would go to town all crammed together in a fifties model Chevrolet.  Little Berry would drive and Granny Fannie would be in the front and the bigger kids would sit in the back seat. Younger brothers and sisters would have to stand up and ride on the hump in the middle that covered the drive shaft.  Many times when there was fussing or fighting going on, Marion would lean up and jerk the younger sibling’s pants down and holler out, “Picture Show!” “Picture Show!”  The back seat would erupt in laughter as Eddie or Randy or Mott held on for dear life with one hand and tried to pull up their drawers with the other.  Many times around a campfire at a deer hunt or a picnic table at family reunion Marion would have a funny story or a joke to tell.

 

Greg said one of the funny things he remembers growing up is when the movie Superman first came out, Marion would sneak in the closet and at just right the time when a commercial would come on he would jump out and pull open his shirt and yell, “I’m Superman!”  Greg says he remembers fondly watching his daddy surprise him and run down the hall saying, “You didn’t know your daddy was Superman did you?” Back then Greg said he knew his daddy wasn’t the real Superman but over the years he has seen how big of a heart his daddy truly had for him and for others.  So, yes Marion was a Superman to his children.

Lesson 3.) We’ve learned from Marion that when life is hard, a little bit of laughter always helps.

 

Marion grew up and went to work like his daddy and mama and his older brother, Pete in the cotton mill.  He was taught to work hard and to give it his best, and he did.  When he clocked in, he gave it his best each hour he was there.  When Grannie Fannie passed away, we found a box of pictures and newspapers she kept throughout her life. Inside was a clipping of Marion who made the local news for winning the fastest doffer award at Poe Mill.  When I asked him about it, he just laughed and said he was just doing his job.  Throughout his life he worked hard and did it humbly without boasting and without complaints.  Many times he worked two jobs to provide for his family.  He would work swing shifts at Mitsubishi Polyester Films in Greer – four days of twelve hour shifts- and then on his off days, he would work at local golf courses fixing their golf carts and doing oil changes and brake repairs in his garage.  He rode to and from work many days with his brother, Randy. Some of my best childhood memories in Simpsonville were spent playing in the yard with my dad waiting on Uncle Marion to come by and pick him up for third shift.  Uncle Marion always had a smile on his face and a little pack of M and Ms candy for me and for my brother.  He would pick me up and hug me and say, “Hey Lil’ Sis how you doing?”  I would hug the smooth shave of his neck and breathe in his cologne.  I thought he and my Daddy were the best looking men there were.

I remember riding in the back of the truck with my brother because we wanted to go with them on the weekends to work at the golf course.  We would hunt old golf balls or swim in the pool there while they worked.  Marion never minded work and made the best of it when he was there.  He would have the radio on listening or whistling to an old country song.  He taught us to put peanuts in our Pepsis and hot sauce on our hot dogs. Later when he retired, he was still helping all of us do side jobs like painting, landscaping, or home repair.  He was careful and patient and always left things better than when he started. Greg shared that at least once every year he would pull the engine out of his green truck, and would paint the engine, and even pack all the u joints and wheel bearings with grease so it would look brand new.

Lesson 4.) Marion taught us that work was not something to dread or to avoid, but a part of life that helped you provide for your family.  Work was something to take pride in and if you were lucky you could even work with your family.

 

Marion provided for Aunt Doris and Rita and Greg through the years always making sure they had a home to live in and food on the table.  He was the first one in our family to build his own house, and one of our families’ prized possessions through the years was Marion’s garage.  His children grew up and made a life there and we all did too because Marion shared what he had with all of us.  Every weekend they weren’t at work, Marion and his brothers were in his garage working on their cars or the cars of friends who knew they could trust them to do a good job.  Marion, Pete, Vernon, Eddie, and Randy and their brother in law, Tommy, learned their way around an engine fixing up what broke down in ways that didn’t break the bank while bonding them together.  Greg said he knew when his daddy was working in the garage he had two choices.  He knew he could be in his daddy’s way or he could stay there and be given a job to do.  Greg said most of the time he would stay.  He learned tools and techniques.  He said when he was helping Marion would holler out, “Greg, give me a 9/16 wrench?”  Greg said he would say, “Dad, what is that?”  His dad would say, “Boy! It’s right there!  Look it says 9/16 right there on it!”

Another job in the garage Greg had that his daddy gave him was cleaning car parts with a bucket of gas.  He said one time it was cold outside and Marion had lit the kerosene heater to warm up the garage.  Greg said he moved himself closer and closer to the kerosene heater to get warm while he was cleaning the garage. His daddy hollered, “Boy you are going to blow yourself up!”  We all laugh that Marion saved their lives that day, but Greg shared with me that the many times he spent in the garage growing up with his dad helped him create a life for himself.  While he was cleaning tools and trying not to be in the way, he was learning and that laid a foundation for his future career as a mechanic.

I remember many Saturday afternoons spent in Marion’s garage with my brother watching my dad and my uncles fix transmissions, change the oil, replace brakes and rotors, windshield wipers and spark plugs when they needed it.  They were good mechanics, and we learned to love the smell of GoJo and WD-40 and the colors of motor oil – jewel toned rainbows swirling on the surface of a spill before Marion would pour on the Speedy Dry and we would sweep it up.  Marion and his brothers were happiest when they were bent over the hood of a car trying to figure out what was wrong so they could get whoever was down and out, up and running again.

Greg shared one of his best memories growing up was when his daddy showed him how to spin a tire in his old green truck.  He said he wanted to learn how to do it, and his daddy told him to “Dump the clutch boy! Dump the clutch!” He said it took them a while smoking them across Billy’s General Store there to learn how to burn rubber without burning up the clutch. He said they laughed when he remembered that it might have been the first time he learned how to burn rubber, but we all know, it wasn’t the last.

Every Christmas the garage was transformed from a mechanic’s shop to a place that held tables of food, a Christmas tree, and nine children, their children, and grandchildren.  We didn’t need much but hot coffee, a few kerosene heaters, and each other to make the very best holiday. To drive by and look at it now you would shake your head in wonder at how we all fit in there at Christmas time, but we did.  That garage- like the heart of our family- held us all together through the years.  It took some work cleaning up that garage every Christmas and setting it up for all of us, but he never minded because we were his family.

While Marion loved spending time with all of his family he cherished his beautiful wife, Teresa above all else.  He was so very proud of her, and whenever she was in his sight he had a smile on his face.  In fact, rarely would you ever see them apart.  Marion was blessed to live a long life but his years with sweet Teresa were some of his very best.  There is no doubt the good Lord knew what he was doing when He brought her into his life, and ours.  We are all so very thankful for how she loved him and cared for him.   His time on this earth with her was a gift to him and to us all.

Lesson 5.) Marion taught us that it didn’t matter how much money you had, time with family is the best gift.

 

Through the years Marion lived a simple life.  He worked hard for his family, he strived to keep peace, and did his best to help others when he could.  In the same way he served his family and friends, quietly and humbly by doing what needed to be done and not expecting anything in return, he served his church family at Bethany Baptist Church.  Through the years it was no surprise that Marion was the one who took care of the maintenance of the church bus and volunteered to drive the route to pick up children and adults who needed a ride to the services.  It is no surprise that he was the one who changed the light bulbs when they needed it, painted trim, made repairs, and kept things running whenever he saw it needed to be done.  While Rita and Greg, Aunt Teresa, and all of us knew his heart and the type of man he was, but it meant the world to Marion that he was elected to serve as a deacon his church family.

Lesson 6.) Marion taught us that faith was best lived out not in fancy suits or flowing words, but in the quiet service of your hands that show the overflow of your heart.

 

Marion lived out 1st Thessalonians 4:11-12: “…Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you,  so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.”  While Marion’s seventy four years on this earth weren’t always easy and he had his share of troubles and heartache, he made the best of it and gave thanks to the good Lord for it all.  He taught us while we are here to enjoy the simple things in life: a good hot dog with chili from Billy’s store, the loveliness of a beautiful wife, his children, Rita and Greg, their children, and great grandchildren, a good laugh, and time with family.

We are also so thankful to announce that Marion has his first namesake.  His nephew, Justin and Justin’s beautiful wife, Jacqueline welcomed their baby boy to this world on Sunday, September 9th and have named him Everett Marion Johnson.  Our family is a circle of strength and love, with every birth and every union the circle grows, and every trial faced makes the circle a bit stronger.”

Thank you, Marion, for making our family circle an even stronger one!

Claude Jesse Mitchell

Claude Jesse Mitchell

WWII Veteran

March 12, 1913 – November 25, 1988

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Claude Jesse Mitchell, Pop Pop’s dad fought in World War II.  He was stationed for the

most part in Germany and fought in the Battle of the Bulge.  During the war he drove a

half track.  The reason they call them a half track is they looked like a half truck and a half

tank.  The front end looked like a truck with regular tires and the back end had tracks like

a tank.   Pop Pop said basically he worked to haul supplies up to the front.  Also, if a tank got stuck in the mud he was responsible for pulling them out and

getting them going again.  Pop Pop said the dangerous thing about driving a half track is

that it was fully loaded with munitions so it would only take a hit from one bullet to blow

the whole thing up.  He said the windshield was plated with metal steel with a little slot

that you could see out of to tell where you were going but it was plated to protect the driver

from fire. Pop Pop said his daddy and their crew were also responsible for doing all the

mop up as they called it.  He explained that when a town was taken by the Allied forces,

his crew was responsible for taking any enemy soldiers as well as taking any weapons and

rifles left and piled them up and burned them. They didn’t want to leave any arms in the

hands of enemy civilians.

 

Pop Pop said his daddy never talked about the war much.  He wanted to forget it so they didn’t hear many stories of what his time overseas in the military was like. One story they did hear was horrifying enough to explain why.   Pop Pop said his Daddy told how one evening they started setting up camp and it had snowed several inches deep.  During the night the weather warmed up some and some of the snow melted. The next morning when they got up they realized they had made camp on top of the bodies of dead German soldiers and didn’t realize it because they had been covered with snow.

 

Pop Pop said his daddy’s brother, Thomas that everyone called “T” Mitchell was involved in a secret mission with the military and he couldn’t let anyone know where he was.  They didn’t know if he was alive or dead because there was no communication.  After the war was over with, they found out that “T” was only about a few miles a part from Claude the whole time.  They talked about how they could have easily gotten together if they would have known it.

 

Pop Pop said his daddy grew up as a sharecropper in a hard time when families couldn’t afford to feed and raise their children and sometimes had to pass them on to other family members who helped take care of them. Pop Pop said his daddy told them that this is what happened to him and he wasn’t raised by his mom and dad but by some other family members. His daddy’s father, Swinton Mitchell was married to Lily Burton Mitchell. She was his first wife.  She was a very pretty lady and they made a handsome couple. They had twelve children. After she passed away he married again to Mary Jane.  Total Claude had nineteen siblings. They grew up pretty poor and Claude wasn’t able to go any further in school than the fifth grade because he was needed to help around the farm.

 

Pop Pop said his daddy was drafted to go to World War II and had to leave his wife, Sybil and their first two children, Betty and Randolph. Pop Pop said when his daddy got back from the states he remembers his daddy telling how he and his fellow serviceman were so glad to be home.  He said he saw a lady sitting out on the porch of a house and they all waved to her and she waved back and they all couldn’t wait to get home to be with their families.  Pop Pop said he remembers his daddy telling how it was late and a storm was coming when the car dropped him off about three miles from home.  He didn’t want to wait until the morning so he walked about three miles home and surprised everyone.

 

Pop Pop told us after the war his daddy went to work in a cotton mill called Jackson Mill in Iva.  He and Sybil bought a house from Uncle Charlie Hanks and about fifty acres and worked to fix it up.  Pop Pop said he and his older brother, Don and sister, Margie were born while they lived in that house.  His daddy farmed the land on the side and had some cows and pigs when he wasn’t working in the cotton mill.

 

Pop Pop said his mama worked at the Iva manufacturing company as a seamstress and his daddy worked at the mill and after a few years they bought a house in town in Iva, closer to their jobs and to school. It was a nicer house than the one they had out in the country. When he worked in the mill, he worked in the card room.  Pop Pop told us that the card room was the dirtiest part in the whole mill.  It had cotton fibers flying all in the air.  If you walked into the card room there would be so much cotton flying through the air it was suffocating.  Pop Pop said when he would come home after third shift he would lean up against the bar with his hands on the bar trying to get his breath.  Every part of his body and face – his face, his hair, his ears, eyebrows, and nose would be covered with cotton fibers.  Pop Pop said he remembers how he would take his comb out of his back pocket and comb through his hair and it would be full of cotton fibers. All of those small fibers got in his lungs and did their damage.  Pop Pop said OSHA got involved later and made the workers in the card room wear masks.  He said the problem was that after about five minutes the mask would be full of cotton fibers and you couldn’t breathe with them on and you didn’t have time with your job to stop and get a new mask so the men would just take them off and not wear them.
Pop Pop said his daddy developed brown lung from working in the cotton mill and growing up smoking like many of the men of his generation did.  He told of how the American Red Cross delivered care packages during the war that always had cigarettes in them.  Pop Pop said his daddy developed emphysema in his later age and gave up smoking per his doctor’s orders.  His last twelve or so years of life he was in declining health and gave out of breath easy.  Eventually that is what he succumbed to. He had a heart attack as a result of the complications of the emphysema.

 

Pop Pop said when he was little his daddy was always in church and they grew up going to Rocky River Baptist Church.  Pop Pop said he was a faithful church member and was a quiet man.  He wouldn’t promote himself and wasn’t proudful but always worked hard.  His request when he passed away was to not have military honors.  He didn’t want to be remembered for his service in the military. He didn’t want an American flag on his casket because he said that wasn’t the defining part of his life.  He didn’t want to be remembered as someone who fought and killed others, but he wanted to be remembered for his service to the church and to the Lord.

 

Carrying Your Love With Me

Carrying Your Love With Me

For Ed Johnson and all my aunts and uncles who have taught the next generation the love of family

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This time last summer when the biscuits and gravy had been eaten and the smell of strong coffee and bacon lingered around us, we gathered around the living room together.   We had been meeting like this when I was home from teaching to choose a few pictures that Grannie Fannie had saved through the years to reminisce about and to tell a few stories.  My heart’s hope was to learn about the lives of my aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents that created the strongest roots of our family tree.  My aunts and uncles passed black and white photographs with scalloped edges and blue ink written by hands long gone across our laps and when one picture would spark a story someone would start the telling of it and everyone else would chime in, back and forth and across the room reminding me of lightning bugs shining through the dusk of a summer’s evening.

We had just gotten started when Uncle Ed went out to his truck and came back in with an old battered toolbox.  I could tell by the eagerness in his eyes and the lightness in his step that he had brought something he was proud of.  He sat the toolbox down in the middle of the living room and began telling us that this toolbox belonged to their daddy, Little Berry Johnson.  He shared with us that Mary was given the toolbox after Grandpa Johnson passed away and she gave it to him.  He said more important than the few tools he had were the memories that each object held and how together they told a story of the best daddy and grandpa our family ever knew.

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In the battered tool box, Uncle Ed showed us the few things that Grandpa Johnson kept with him through the years. He showed us the few tools grandpa had and kept for fixing things around the house Grannie needed taken care of and the car they had.

He showed us the paycheck stub Grandpa kept from Poe Mill in Greenville where he worked third shift for most of his life.  We learned he was a filling doffer.  He would work the small bobbins while Ed and Randy and Marion did warp bobbins. Dad said it was a hard job.  You had to doff so many frames in an hour to make production and to earn your pay.  It was a hot and sweaty eight hour a day job with a couple of ten minute breaks.  Grandpa rarely missed a day.

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Uncle Ed showed us how Grandpa Johnson would use the back of his check stub to figure up what the family needed from the general store, writing down how much each item cost, and how much he would have left to pay his bills.  When I looked closely at his list I wondered what “step ins” were.  Uncle Ed told me that back then everyone called girl’s bloomers or underpants, “step ins” because the girls had to step into them.  During this time he would have had three of his girls at home, Sara and Mary and Martha. Uncle Ed told us how Grandpa was careful with his money.  Feeding and raising nine kids required him to be a good steward of what he earned.  We learned how once a month right before the electricity man would come out and read the meter on the back of the house, Grandpa would go out and figure out to the penny how much he owed per kilowatt for his electricity bill to make sure that he wasn’t being overcharged.  On the back of the white clapboard would be a list of Grandpa’s penciled “cipherings” month by month.

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Uncle Ed told us how Grandpa would always have a white Liberty life insurance pencil on him to do his ciphering.  Ed said he never bought pencils from the store because he knew whenever the Liberty Life insurance man came by to collect the life insurance payment he would give him a handful of their new white pencils.  Dad told us that he always kept one of the pencils in the front bib of his overalls and while he never liked to raise his voice or whip his kids because he knew Grannie Fannie gave it to them whether they needed it or not, he did use the pencil every now and then to make a point.  Daddy said that whenever he or Ed would get in trouble his daddy would sat them down and whip that white Liberty Life insurance pencil out and pop it against their forehead and say, “Boy, now don’t you do that no more.”  We learned that he called everybody “boy” even the girls.

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Ed showed us a few other items that Grandpa Johnson had in his toolbox like a brown buckeye that he kept in his overall bib pocket for good luck, a few buffalo nickels from the thirties, some wheat pennies, some $2 bills, and his pocketknife.

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Aunt Mott told us that one time when they were younger Granny Fanny went to the doctor because her back was hurting.  The doctor suggested that they get a new mattress.  When Granny pulled the empty mattress up she found few empty liquor bottles from where Grandpa would have a “little nip” in the evenings when he would get up from third shift.  Aunt JoAnn said Grandpa never would drink in front of the kids or his family.  Uncle Ed said when the family moved from the mill house at Park Place he would hide some of his bottles under the floorboards or in the rafters. Daddy said he remembers he favored  Old Crow whiskey.   Ed said the only time they ever remembered Grandpa having a little bit more than a nip was when Uncle Vernon was coming home from Vietnam.  He was so excited that his boy was coming home that he was high stepping all over the yard.

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My daddy said Grandpa Johnson also kept a black leather bound King James Bible at home and would study on it some.  Daddy said a man from a church down the road would come by and talk to him and would tell him about the verses and he would make some notes in the margins of his bible.  Daddy said he remembers Grandpa telling him not to ever turn anyone away who came to the door to talk to you about the Lord.  Daddy said a few years after Grandpa died, Aunt Joyce gave him the Bible that Grandpa  kept.

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My favorite thing that Uncle Ed showed us that Grandpa Johnson kept in his toolbox was his leather wallet that he carried with him when he worked in the cotton mill. He said back when Vernon and Marion were in the first and second grades Grannie Fannie bought a package of their school pictures they had made back in 1954 and 1955.  Eddie said back then men would put their kids’ pictures in their wallet to show their buddies at work and that Grandpa was proud of his kids.

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Grandpa Johnson didn’t have much in terms of money or material wealth.  The few possessions he had barely filled a toolbox but he left his worth in the hearts and minds of his children and grandchildren. He would tell my Daddy growing up that he could have had a cattle ranch or a little more of this world if he hadn’t had so many kids, but he loved them all and felt he was rich in family.  This belief always makes me think of the verses in Matthew 6:19-21 “Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

I never met Grandpa Johnson.  In fact, most of us that fill up a picnic shelter at our family reunions were born after he left this world in 1979, but I know my cousins and I know the love that he left behind.  Without his belief that family was everything and his daily work to keep everyone fed and well, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.  It’s been forty years this spring since he passed away but his love for us and the Lord’s love living in and through him has kept our family close through distance and death.

Thank you Uncle Ed for sharing with us the treasures from Grandpa’s toolbox.  Most of all, thank you for filling the big shoes he left in looking after our family.  You and Aunt Brenda are always there for each of us, in good times and in bad times.  We are thankful for you!  Happy Father’s Day!

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Wellington, Kansas  1961

wellington kansas 1961

 

Wellington, Kansas  1961

 

Dark Cherokee eyes shine,

peering out at me from under

the uneven straw of your bangs.

 

Chopstick legs,

long like a crane’s

caught in motion

from running ragged circles

around your brothers.

 

A grape-stained smile

born of Indian summers

spent ruling wheatfields

and the Wellington pool

paints your popsicle face.

 

Your spirit captured in a snapshot.

3 ½ x 5 proof

of a different you.

 

A you before

a move across the wide wheatfields

of the West you owned

to a sweltering South you knew only

by the black ink on your birth certificate.

 

A you before

grandma left all the kids

in a cold house on the West End,

left you the cooker, the cleaner,

the mother.

 

A you before

you buried one brother

and two parents,

before middle age and menopause.

 

What I would give to befriend

that other you,

to dance inside

the jagged edged photograph

and kiss your popsicle face.

 

 

What I would give to run and slide

down the vydocks with you

on a piece of cheap cardboard,

your open faced smile,

the high wheat grass flying by

causing our legs to itch

and our hair to stick

together in tight tangles.

 

To have those chopstick legs

chase me through the

shotgun, A-frame house,

out to the tornado cellar

where we could hold hands

and hide, our whispered giggles

the only sounds to echo

off the dark, dusty walls.

 

To have those cardboard soled shoes

pedal me to the top of a gravel hill

on a second-hand bicycle

built for one, but made for more,

knees pushed up to my neck,

arms and elbows grasping for leverage

as we fly down like freight trains,

our voices caught in our throats.

 

To be your tree-climbing,

baby sitter firing conspirator

I would keep your secrets,

take your spankings,

share your laughter and your records.

I would give you the last burger

in the A&W sack

and splurge for the Dairy Queen

banana split you coveted.

 

Your 3 ½ x 5 spirit,

though captured in print,

still dances outside

the faded sepia snapshot.

It dances in the first

footsteps of my daughter.

 

What Is Missing On Our State’s School Report Cards…Top 5 Reasons Why My School and Your School is Way More Than Average

What Is Missing On Our State’s School Report Cards…

Top 5 Reasons Why My School and Your School is Way More Than Average

Last month our state released district and school report cards in order to comply with the federal ESSA act (Every Student Succeeds Act). I was surprised to find out that many local schools had overall ratings that dropped from Excellent to Good or from Good to Average due in part to a rating system that uses electronic surveys and scores on standardized tests among other variables to define and label a school’s quality.

While I appreciate the purpose of providing parents and stakeholders across our state with transparent data regarding academic achievement, classroom environment, student safety, and other and financial data I know that this picture painted in color coded bar graphs and finite percentages does not tell the FULL story of success in our schools.

In a recent School Improvement Council meeting at Florence Chapel Middle School where our daughter, Hannah attends as a seventh grade student I listened alongside classroom teachers, administrators, and other parent volunteers as the principal, Mrs. White shared our school’s progress. I shook my head in disbelief as she discussed the possibility of our school rating being “Average.”

This label in no way captures what our teachers and staff do on a daily basis and in absolutely no way does this remotely summarize our students’ growth and achievement.  There are many missing elements to the school’s report cards that test scores and survey results do not capture.

  • Involvement in the Arts –

Students at many schools across the Upstate have the opportunity to be a part of band, chorus, orchestra, and drama.  At Florence Chapel Middle School students have the opportunity to participate in play performances each semester.  We recently celebrated the students’ performance of Seussical and Lion King in the fall which showed student engagement in every aspect from creating the set and costumes to student’s serving in on stage roles singing and acting and those back stage helping with sound and the stage set. Middle school students have the opportunity to be involved in the high school band in middle school and compete at a local, regional, state, and even national level. Our Chorus recently sang at the Greer Tree Lighting

  • Technology Integration –

Students at many schools across the Upstate have access to technology through school laptops and reliable internet access.  At Florence Chapel Middle School students have access to laptops that they can take home, classes that teach multimedia basics, computer applications, and digital literacy. Our student VEX Robotics Team that recently received top honors at the Upstate competition. Teachers engage in professional development in technology use and have the opportunity to visit model classrooms to see technology innovation in action.

  • Student Leadership –

Students at many schools across the Upstate have opportunities for students to grow their leadership skills.  At Florence Chapel Middle School students have the opportunity to be involved in Beta Club and we are proud of the active involvement of our student government.  Teachers at FCMS also meet with students once a month to share special interests through our Cougar Connections.  As a parent I want my child to love to learn and to develop a solid foundation for language arts, mathematics, social studies, and science but more than that I want them to develop what doesn’t show up on paper but what makes all the difference in real life…integrity, self-direction, global perspective, perseverance, work ethic, and interpersonal skills.  All of these are listed on our state’s Profile of the SC Graduate.  While this is hard to measure on a “report card” I am so very thankful our schools prioritize student leadership.

  • Conveying Care and Communicating to Parents-

Students at many schools across the Upstate work to communicate to their communities.  Whether it be through newsletters and social media sites or in person open houses being intentional about communicating student progress and upcoming school events is important.  At Florence Chapel it is a blessing to see updates on the social media site that focus on student engagement.  Recent pictures included students working collaboratively to solve investigations in Mrs. Wiant’s math class, a student led rehearsal of a student composed piece in band, and the 40 students who were recognized as Junior Scholars.

  • Opportunities for Athletics-

Students at many schools across the Upstate are involved in athletics and are passionate about a sport.  At Florence Chapel Middle School our students have the opportunity to be involved in so many sports (football, basketball, soccer, swim, tennis, wrestling, volleyball, track, soft ball, etc.) Our district provides a shuttle for our students to go over to the high school if the sport isn’t offered at our campus.  This year in order to provide opportunities for as many students as possible to be involved in basketball, our school and many middle schools across Spartanburg County began a 7th grade team this year in addition to the 8th grade varsity team.

While I wrote this blog post as a parent of our middle daughter, Hannah who is a current seventh grader at Florence Chapel, I have a younger son at Abner Creek and an older daughter at Byrnes Freshman Academy and know every day the time and thought their teachers pour into their education.  In addition to my experience as a parent I have worked in the education system as a teacher, as an adjunct instructor, and as a teacher mentor in schools across the Upstate.  I currently serve in instructional services in Spartanburg District 6 and as an adjunct instructor at USC Upstate and Furman University and know that Florence Chapel Middle School is one of many excellent schools in our area that are way more than average.  In the words of Dr. Turner we are #more than a score.

Please join in providing feedback to our state department regarding the current method for measuring school performance on the school report card through this google survey the state department is using for stake holder feedback at the link below.

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScfFqngFyW_qzkYPUKTX20I7MUMiVtznBmth4wVvYfKIoLwxg/viewform

Top 10 Reasons to Come To Church

 

Top 10 Reasons to Come To Church

 

Homecoming is tomorrow at our church and every year it is one of our family’s very favorite Sundays.  Seeing familiar faces of our church family both new and old, sharing together in the singing of hymns that warm your heart and lift together to worship the Savior of the past, present, and future, the smells of dinner which is the very best that the hands and homes our community has to offer, all come together to unite us as believers, as the church.

A few months back our pastor, Patrick Clark delivered a relevant and insightful message that has stayed with me and resonated in my heart about the purpose of church.  I jotted down each of the reasons our pastor gave grounded in the truth of both scripture and my heart’s experiences of church.

According to the Pew Research Center, 69% percent of people in our state say that religion is very important in their lives, yet only 47% say that they attend church services weekly ( http://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2016/02/29/how-religious-is-your-state/?state=south-carolina)  In an age where church attendance is an all time low, people’s need for encouragement, for belonging, and for surrendering to and serving Christ together has continued since the disciples began gathering together in the early church documented in the book of Acts.

Over the years I’ve heard many reasons believers give for not attending church…  having to work, wanting to sleeping in, staying out late, having too much to do, wanting to rest, going out of town, having been hurt by people in church, not feeling accepted, not  understanding the purpose, feeling like it is an obligation of time, finances, commitment…

I empathize with many of these reasons and believe that most are coming from a place of misunderstanding or fear of what church will cost them such as time, a tithe offering, an expectation of what they will have to do or be or change.

What I would like to take a few minutes to share are ten reasons why we choose to go to church and what it gives us as individuals, us as a family, and us a church.

 

Number One:  We go to church to worship.

Pastor Clark shared with us that church really began immediately after Christ ascended to Heaven.  “Then he led them out as far as Bethany, and lifting up his hands he blessed them.  While he blessed them, he parted from them and was carried up into heaven.  And they worshiped him and returned to Jerusalem with great joy, and were continually in the temple blessing God.” (Luke 24:51-52)  In the busyness of life we can easily forget as Dr. Gary Rogers would say, “Who we are and Whose we are.”  Gathering together each week to worship our Creator and our Savior can help put life into perspective.  There are no words really to describe the sound of a hundred or more voices joined together in harmony honoring the Creator of the Universe.  It is healing to my heart to hear the words to my favorite hymn, “Great is Thy Faithfulness” sung aloud with hands held high and voices lifted up.  “Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon, and stars, in their courses above, Join with all nature in manifold witness, To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.” Throughout the seasons of my own life I have found corporate worship to be not only enjoyable but powerful.  Billy Graham is quoted as saying, “The purpose of this Christian society called the “Church” is, first:  to glorify God by our worship.  We do not go to church just to hear a sermon.  We go to church to worship God.”

Number Two:  We go to church to wait.

Pastor Clark shared with us that in the beginning of Acts it is recorded that Christ told his followers not to depart from Jerusalem, but to wait for the promise of the Father. His followers gathered together to wait and to pray.  “Then they returned to Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is near Jerusalem, a Sabbath day’s journey away.  And when they had entered, they went up to the upper room, where they were staying, Peter and John and James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James the son of Alphaeus and Simon the Zealot and Judas the son of James.  All these with one accord were devoting themselves to prayer, together with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus and his brothers.” (Acts 1:12-14)  Whether it is waiting for our paychecks to buy something that will fulfill us or waiting for the right person or the right job, the world reminds us all the time that we are waiting for something in our lives.  In church we choose to work during our wait through serving Him and in our worship, we wait together for His promises.  We may be waiting for healing, waiting for restoration, or waiting for His return.  No matter what we wait with a purpose, knowing He is at work in our wait time and it is a continual encouragement to be reminded through His word of His faithfulness and of the support we have in each other.

Number Three:  We go to church to pray.

When we are gathered together in our worship of our Lord and Savior we also devote ourselves to prayer.  While we can pray anywhere at anytime, there is a special blessing in corporate prayer.  When our oldest daughter, Lily Grace was born with congenital heart defects and was facing surgery, when I couldn’t voice my prayers in audible words because of the tears and worry in my heart, the women in my church could and surrounding my baby girl and I they prayed not only for her healing but for my heart to accept His will even if it wasn’t mine.  There is something awe inspiring in a service where every head is bowed in shared humility lifting up our prayers to Christ.  Martin Luther is quoted as saying, “To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.” When I was a new teacher one of my students asked me during our morning meeting what I did over the weekend.  When I told him that I went to church he asked me later if he could go with me.  With his grandmother’s permission, Greg and I picked him up every Sunday for several months and took him to church with us.  One of my favorite memories was when we took Brandon home one Sunday after dinner and he said, “Mrs. Johnson, ya’ll pray a lot at your church. It helps me pray too.”  Prayers have and continue to help me and they are most powerfully felt when your friends and family are bowed in prayer beside you.

Number Four:  We go to church to praise.

We not only go to church to worship, to wait, and to pray, but we also go to church to praise God for who He is and for what He has done for us through Christ. Pastor Clark reminded us that in the early church believers gathered together regularly to praise God.  “And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having favor with all the people.  And the Lord added to their number day by day those who were being saved.” (Acts 2: 26-27) No matter what is going wrong in your life, when you are gathered together with fellow believers you can always find something in your heart to be thankful for and many times it is the prayers of others that remind you of what you may have taken for granted.  I believe Thom S. Rainer, current President of Lifeway explained the joy in praising together best with this quote, “Church membership is a gift.  A gift that must be treasured.  It should not be taken for granted or considered lightly.  Because it is a gift, we must always be thankful for it. And when we are thankful for something, we have less time and energy to be negative…Healthy church membership means you find your joy in being last instead of seeking your way and being first.”

Number Five:  We go to church to preach (Luke 2:42-47)

Pastor Clark shared with us that the early fellowship of believers devoted themselves to listening to the apostles’ teaching.  “And they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.” (Acts 2:42)  And awe came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles.  And all who believed were together and had all things in common.” I can’t tell you how many lessons I’ve learned from pastors who have surrendered to Christ and who thoughtfully and prayerfully provide a sermon that takes the scriptures from the Bible and provides a context for us to apply truths to our daily lives.  Podcasts promoted to help us live our best lives and self-help articles and books abound, but to me I have received the best help for living my life from the pew at Pelham First Baptist Church. Every Sunday there is a word that is just for me at just the right time. There is one for you too. D.L. Moody is quoted as saying, “The preaching that this world needs most is the sermons in shoes that are walking with Jesus Christ.”  I am continually thankful for the pastors across the world whose best sermons do not come from the pulpit from their daily walk following Christ.

Number Six: We go to church to teach and train.

Some of my most fulfilling time spent at church isn’t in the sanctuary but in the children’s church room with dozens of kids of all ages asking questions, singing songs, listening to stories, and opening their hearts to learn about the life of Jesus.   Whether it is reading through the gospels with my Sunday School class, learning how to crochet Christmas ornaments for the ladies in the nursing home with the young girls in our Sunday night G.A. (Girls in Action) group, or spending time laughing and learning together in our Monday night ladies Bible study, church is where we live our lives together.  You don’t get to know people at church by coming to Sunday morning service.  You get to know people by serving alongside them.  I know the ladies at my church better than just about anyone else outside of our tribe on Bramer Road (mama, daddy, my brother, Shawn, and his wife, Rachel).  The older I get the more time I find myself at church.  That is where my longest and closest friends are.  We learn about God’s love here and then we work together to live it out.

Number Seven:  We go to church to remember His works and to recall promises.

Pastor Clark shared with us that one of our purposes of church is to remember the life and works of Christ and to recall His promises still yet to come.  While we are waiting on Christ’s return, we are called to live out His love.  How can we live out His love without remembering who He is and studying what His life was all about?  This past Sunday we remembered Christ through our communion service of The Lord’s Supper.  As we gathered together to remember His body broken and His blood shed for each of us, we renewed our commitment to Him and to His church to “do this in remembrance of me.”

Number Eight:  We go to church to fellowship.

When was the last time you ran out of the house not worrying about what you looked like and then showed up and laughed long and loud without worrying about what anyone else thought? For me, this happens every time our Sunday school class gets together.  This past December we had the best time wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and playing “Bean Boozled” guessing which jellybeans would be a tasty flavor like watermelon or green apple or which ones would be disgusting like lawn clippings or dog food.  The laughs went on all night.  Whether it is a child’s birthday party or us having a dinner together we are our authentic selves and it is a joy to be who you really are with others and spend time together. When was the last time you felt safe enough to be vulnerable about your fears or hurts or troubles?  For me, this occurs on a regular basis during our Monday night ladies Bible study.  It is there with women who I’ve known for years and women I’ve only known for a few weeks gather together to fellowship with each other and to grow closer to Christ.  This fellowship is stronger than just a friendship, because we are united by more than commonalities, we are united by the love of Christ.  In the world of social media it is easy to have a lot of “friends” who will serve as the echo chambers we need to feel liked and to feel seen, but when was the last time you felt true fellowship with others?

Number Nine:  We go to church to share generously.

There is an old cliché that says, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”  It really is and no where else in my life have I seen more examples of generous giving than in my church family. There is sincere joy in giving and partnering with local charities and interfaith organizations such as our Greer Community Ministries provides us with multiple opportunities to share and to give to those in need.  Whether it is feeding the homeless a warm meal right down the road or if it is sending rain boots to a Romanian village across the world, it is a blessing to be able to give.  With countless phone scams and bogus charities it can be difficult to discern a legitimate need from fraud, I encourage you to consider your local church as a place to share your generosity with others.  David Platt, author and pastor of McLean Baptist church  wrote, “Being a member of a church means realizing that we are responsible for helping the brothers and sisters around us grow as disciples of Jesus.  In the same way, they are responsible for helping us.  We desperately need each other in the daily fight to follow Christ in world that’s full of sin.”

Number Ten: We go to church to serve humbly.

We believe that each of us has been given unique gifts to use to serve others and to live out the love of Christ.  Mrs. Deborah and Mrs. Donna are excellent cooks and every other week they use their time and talents to prepare meals that feed our church family and are also hand delivered to members of our community who are unable to get out or who could benefit from a home cooked meal.  We have several men in our church who enjoy being outdoors and while they don’t love cutting grass during the 90+ degree days that mark many of our days in the south, they choose to serve by cutting the grass and weed eating the church grounds.  We have mechanics, builders, accountants, firefighters, nurses, teachers, and many more every day ordinary people who use their gifts to serve others. It doesn’t even have to be what you went to school for or what you think you may be good at to be used by God. My friend, Alisha who is an accountant by day but is also an excellent baker, made beautiful cakes to raise money for a mission trip to Romania. Moses is my favorite example of someone who didn’t feel equipped to serve and asked God to use his brother, Aaron but showed up just the same and said, “Here I Am God” you can use me.  Even if you don’t feel “called’ you can still serve.  Graham Kendrick, worship leader and songwriter wrote “Worship has been misunderstood as something that arises from a feeling which “comes upon you,’ but it is vital that we understand that it is rooted in a conscious act of the will, to serve and obey the Lord Jesus Christ.”  The wonderful thing is that regardless of what you do or where you serve, God takes the offering and blesses it and also blesses you.

Hopefully at least one of these ten reasons was compelling enough for you to consider or resconsider coming to church.  Whether it is Homecoming at your local church or not tomorrow, know that you are welcome every day to come and to gather, to share and to serve, and to be a part of the fellowship of believers.