THE PRAYER OF ST, FRANCIS
LORD MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF YOUR PEACE.
WHERE THERE IS HATRED, LET ME SOW LOVE.
WHERE THERE IS INJURY, PARDON.
WHERE THERE IS DOUBT, FAITH.
WHERE THERE IS DESPAIR, HOPE.
WHERE THERE IS DARKNESS, LIGHT.
AND WHERE THERE IS SADNESS, JOY.
OH DIVINE MASTER GRANT,
THAT I MAY NOT SO MUCH SEEK TO BE CONSOLED, AS TO CONSOLE.
TO BE UNDERSTOOD, AS TO UNDERSTAND.
TO BE LOVED, AS TO LOVE.
FOR IT IS IN GIVING, THAT WE RECEIVE.
IT IS IN PARDONING, THAT WE ARE PARDONED.
AND IT IS IN DYING, THAT WE ARE BORN TO ETERNAL LIFE.
I would like to recommend to any that might view this to consider learning to recite this prayer every morning and make a new year's resolution to do it every day from now on.
From personal experience I know it will make you feel better.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
JIMMY SMITH
12-31-2013
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS.
I composed this in the form of a letter to the editor, a couple of years ago. The content is timely now again.
As we come to the end of yet another year it is time to prepare New Years resolutions. It has long been my custom to make resolutions for the beginning of a new year. In the next few days I will make my resolutions for the arrival of 2014.
In 2011 just a few days into the year we lost Mrs. Faye Darsey and her death touched me deep within my heart. When she died I had already made my resolutions for the year. It was with Mrs. Darsey in mind that I added another resolution during the spring of 2011.
I don't recall exactly when it was but I know it was only a few weeks after Mrs. Darsey's passing when I was informed at breakfast that I had spoken horrible language in my sleep during the night. I've always talked in my sleep and I'm known to use colorful language to put it mildly.
This particular beautiful spring morning I was told "last night you used the F word again repeatedly". There had been other mornings that I'd been told this and each time it made me feel terrible. This particular morning after being told about my language and how bad it sounded my thoughts went to my beloved high school English teacher Mrs. Darsey. As I returned to the breakfast table with my after breakfast cup of coffee I sat silently thinking about my language. As i stared into my cup I slowly thought of times before ever having heard that word spoken aloud. I eventually drifted into thought about speaking properly and naturally my thought turned to Mrs. Darsey. I sat there for a long time that morning and finally I came to think about how glad I was that I had never talked like that in the presence of my Mother or Mrs. Darsey.
My Father used profanity frequently but in all of his life I never heard the F word pass his lips. That word was not spoken much when I was a teenager or in my early adult years. In fact it was not spoken much in mixed company until the mid to late seventies. Nowadays you even hear otherwise nice ladies speak the very foul word.
The F word is not an adjective or adverb as it is so often used. It also seems to be used in every other "word form" imaginable. In fact, I now notice how frequently it is used by so many people and it is a reflection of our loss of pride of proper speech.
Well back to that spring day I was later that afternoon talking with my young cousin when I let the F word slip and instantly I paused and thought of the conversation at breakfast. Then and there I vowed to cease using the word. I explained to my cousin that I had used the word repeatedly in my sleep the night before.
I further declared right then that as a tribute to Mrs. Darsey I would not use that word out of context anymore.
I have since then decided to make it a tribute to all those who taught us at the old Bradwell Institute campus on Washington Avenue. Those of us who were fortunate enough to have been schooled there were truly blessed.We were taught how to read and write and speak as well.
Now and into the future I propose that we all consider how we have become lazy with our speech in conversation with others
I want to take this opportunity to ask all who might read this to join me in this resolve to make the future better than the present.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone.
Sincerely
Jimmy Smith
December 10, 2013
I composed this in the form of a letter to the editor, a couple of years ago. The content is timely now again.
As we come to the end of yet another year it is time to prepare New Years resolutions. It has long been my custom to make resolutions for the beginning of a new year. In the next few days I will make my resolutions for the arrival of 2014.
In 2011 just a few days into the year we lost Mrs. Faye Darsey and her death touched me deep within my heart. When she died I had already made my resolutions for the year. It was with Mrs. Darsey in mind that I added another resolution during the spring of 2011.
I don't recall exactly when it was but I know it was only a few weeks after Mrs. Darsey's passing when I was informed at breakfast that I had spoken horrible language in my sleep during the night. I've always talked in my sleep and I'm known to use colorful language to put it mildly.
This particular beautiful spring morning I was told "last night you used the F word again repeatedly". There had been other mornings that I'd been told this and each time it made me feel terrible. This particular morning after being told about my language and how bad it sounded my thoughts went to my beloved high school English teacher Mrs. Darsey. As I returned to the breakfast table with my after breakfast cup of coffee I sat silently thinking about my language. As i stared into my cup I slowly thought of times before ever having heard that word spoken aloud. I eventually drifted into thought about speaking properly and naturally my thought turned to Mrs. Darsey. I sat there for a long time that morning and finally I came to think about how glad I was that I had never talked like that in the presence of my Mother or Mrs. Darsey.
My Father used profanity frequently but in all of his life I never heard the F word pass his lips. That word was not spoken much when I was a teenager or in my early adult years. In fact it was not spoken much in mixed company until the mid to late seventies. Nowadays you even hear otherwise nice ladies speak the very foul word.
The F word is not an adjective or adverb as it is so often used. It also seems to be used in every other "word form" imaginable. In fact, I now notice how frequently it is used by so many people and it is a reflection of our loss of pride of proper speech.
Well back to that spring day I was later that afternoon talking with my young cousin when I let the F word slip and instantly I paused and thought of the conversation at breakfast. Then and there I vowed to cease using the word. I explained to my cousin that I had used the word repeatedly in my sleep the night before.
I further declared right then that as a tribute to Mrs. Darsey I would not use that word out of context anymore.
I have since then decided to make it a tribute to all those who taught us at the old Bradwell Institute campus on Washington Avenue. Those of us who were fortunate enough to have been schooled there were truly blessed.We were taught how to read and write and speak as well.
Now and into the future I propose that we all consider how we have become lazy with our speech in conversation with others
I want to take this opportunity to ask all who might read this to join me in this resolve to make the future better than the present.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone.
Sincerely
Jimmy Smith
December 10, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Phil Odom's blog about the so called drag strip between McLarry's curve and Mt McIntosh is certainly food for thought to me. I was born in a modest frame house located just about halfway between the curve and the railroad which was a distance of about three miles. Back in my early years the Atlantic Coastline Railroad at McIntosh had three sets of rails, a northbound rail and a southbound rail as well as a side track which extended from the trestle at the Peacock canal a little over two miles south of U.S. HWY 84 (then HWY 82) also known as Ga. HWY 38 and Oglethorpe highway as well as my favorite moniker Old Sunbury Road.
Up until the demise of Fraser Lumber Company in the late fifties McIntosh was a bustling little community. Fraser Lumber Company consisted actually of three separate sawmills and one large and modern (by the standards of the time)dry kiln and planner mill.
The "crossing at McIntosh" consisted of three sets of rails and although it was frequently "worked" by railroad workers, due to very heavy rail traffic on all three sets of tracks. In spite of frequent maintenance the crossing for automobiles was always rough. From nearly a mile and a half away we could on quiet days hear cars which were traveling fast as they crossed the rails at McIntosh and moments later passed our place. Then with some (such as Dr. Middleton) we could hear them slow down for McLarry's curve. I'm not sure of the distance but I think from curve to crossing it is about three miles as I said above.
As I sit today on a not so quiet afternoon and hear cars and trucks virtually uninterrupted I am lost in thoughts of learning to ride a bicycle in front of my birthplace.
At any rate the imaginary race described by Phil Odom is in fact almost non-stop most of the time now. The Eastern end is now between Mt. McIntosh and the new intersection of Ga. 196 AKA THE FLEMING SHORT CUT. The western end of the race track is at a deadly virtual ninety degree curve at the intersection of OLD SUNBURY ROAD and US 84 in Flemington the location of the modern Parker's on the site of the original MCLARRY'S which had formerly been PAUL'S PLACE.
In reading Phil's story I found it very amusing when he told of the frustrated motorists who madly dashed down the old Cassell's road as well as the now non functioning by pass in their attempt to go around and beyond the snarl of delayed traffic stalled atop Mt. McIntosh as it slowly backed traffic to the curve at the eastern end of the legendary race track.
Reading that spoof I was slowly reminded of a Budweiser beer poster in McLarrys. I remember it very well. It was a copy of a well know painting of a scene out west where the Indians were stampeding the buffalo over a cliff in order to harvest meat, bone and hide for use in sustaining themselves. The picture graced the eastern wall of the dining room at McLarrys.
I found an illustration of that painting on the internet a couple of days ago and we have it here for all to see.
Up until the demise of Fraser Lumber Company in the late fifties McIntosh was a bustling little community. Fraser Lumber Company consisted actually of three separate sawmills and one large and modern (by the standards of the time)dry kiln and planner mill.
The "crossing at McIntosh" consisted of three sets of rails and although it was frequently "worked" by railroad workers, due to very heavy rail traffic on all three sets of tracks. In spite of frequent maintenance the crossing for automobiles was always rough. From nearly a mile and a half away we could on quiet days hear cars which were traveling fast as they crossed the rails at McIntosh and moments later passed our place. Then with some (such as Dr. Middleton) we could hear them slow down for McLarry's curve. I'm not sure of the distance but I think from curve to crossing it is about three miles as I said above.
As I sit today on a not so quiet afternoon and hear cars and trucks virtually uninterrupted I am lost in thoughts of learning to ride a bicycle in front of my birthplace.
At any rate the imaginary race described by Phil Odom is in fact almost non-stop most of the time now. The Eastern end is now between Mt. McIntosh and the new intersection of Ga. 196 AKA THE FLEMING SHORT CUT. The western end of the race track is at a deadly virtual ninety degree curve at the intersection of OLD SUNBURY ROAD and US 84 in Flemington the location of the modern Parker's on the site of the original MCLARRY'S which had formerly been PAUL'S PLACE.
In reading Phil's story I found it very amusing when he told of the frustrated motorists who madly dashed down the old Cassell's road as well as the now non functioning by pass in their attempt to go around and beyond the snarl of delayed traffic stalled atop Mt. McIntosh as it slowly backed traffic to the curve at the eastern end of the legendary race track.
Reading that spoof I was slowly reminded of a Budweiser beer poster in McLarrys. I remember it very well. It was a copy of a well know painting of a scene out west where the Indians were stampeding the buffalo over a cliff in order to harvest meat, bone and hide for use in sustaining themselves. The picture graced the eastern wall of the dining room at McLarrys.
I found an illustration of that painting on the internet a couple of days ago and we have it here for all to see.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Coastal Majesty
Johnny Henderson has been kind enough to share some scenes of our beautiful views on the coast. The pictures will appear two or three times weekly.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Welcome to this site. By the time anyone new reads this or any other commentary posted on this site we will all have a fresh memory of the mega Bradwell Lions reunion which was held Saturday November 16 at the old Dorchester school in Dorchester.
I want to start this by saying thank you to all who helped to cause this reunion. As I was growing up family reunions were a large part of my childhood. It is with these thoughts in mind that I have undertaken this little project. While I can use a computer and email, facebook and so forth my skill is very limited and I will be depending very heavily on my younger friends to keep this functioning.
I want any and all who are interested to contribute commentary and pictures of the local area but please understand that as you post something it will not necessarily be posted immediately because I don't want anyone to post any abuse or insulting comments. This site will be monitored daily and I hope many of you will join us in memory lane. My son Jamey is my technical partner in this undertaking and without his assistance I would not be able to do this. As most folks know I was still a teenager when Jamey was born. We virtually grew up together and he has always been more like a little brother than a son. Now that we are both toward possibly the latter days I am determined to create a collection of pleasant memories about the low country coastal region and the way things were back in our time living on the edge of the Goshen swamp.
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I want to start this by saying thank you to all who helped to cause this reunion. As I was growing up family reunions were a large part of my childhood. It is with these thoughts in mind that I have undertaken this little project. While I can use a computer and email, facebook and so forth my skill is very limited and I will be depending very heavily on my younger friends to keep this functioning.
I want any and all who are interested to contribute commentary and pictures of the local area but please understand that as you post something it will not necessarily be posted immediately because I don't want anyone to post any abuse or insulting comments. This site will be monitored daily and I hope many of you will join us in memory lane. My son Jamey is my technical partner in this undertaking and without his assistance I would not be able to do this. As most folks know I was still a teenager when Jamey was born. We virtually grew up together and he has always been more like a little brother than a son. Now that we are both toward possibly the latter days I am determined to create a collection of pleasant memories about the low country coastal region and the way things were back in our time living on the edge of the Goshen swamp.
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Friday, August 23, 2013
BRADWELL INSTITUTE LIONS REUNION
Sometime a few years ago several of our east enders joined forces and took on a wonderful community interest project. A group of our contemporaries from Bradwell Institute at Washington Avenue, decided to save the old Dorchester Consolidated School located on Islands Highway a couple of miles after you cross over I-95. Just past the entrance to Tradeport East around the bend on your left is the red brick structure of a classical school building of the time period of probably late or mid forties I really don't know. It very well might date back to the thirties or before. Come on somebody help me on this.
I know who some of the principals of that movement were but I will not name them right now because I know I'd likely fail to credit the correct people. I hope some of you will post on this site a more thorough list of who needs to be credited for both conceiving and implementing the efforts which resulted in the restoration of the only remaining structure of a traditional old school house in Liberty County.
Not exactly sure where this movement came from but I think it is an outgrowth of the planning for the fifty year reunion of the class of 1963.
It has been suggested that all Bradwell Graduates be invited.
The actual plan is I think still in the developmental stage. Although I think it is in the fine tuning stage.
I hope so. and I will post any updates from now until November.
I am happy to announce that on November 16th there will be a mega reunion of Bradwell graduates at Dorchester which is just about perhaps two miles beyond the Interstate on the left. I know that currently plans are still being developed. I will post updates on this site as I receive them. I invite those who are planning and participate on this event to please log onto this site and let your thoughts be known.
I personally like to think of this a a reunion of attendees of Bradwell Institute at Washington Avenue. I have always felt a special attachment to the campus where I was so fortunate to have been schooled by a wonderful staff from the top down.
More later please offer your thoughts.
Jimmy
Sometime a few years ago several of our east enders joined forces and took on a wonderful community interest project. A group of our contemporaries from Bradwell Institute at Washington Avenue, decided to save the old Dorchester Consolidated School located on Islands Highway a couple of miles after you cross over I-95. Just past the entrance to Tradeport East around the bend on your left is the red brick structure of a classical school building of the time period of probably late or mid forties I really don't know. It very well might date back to the thirties or before. Come on somebody help me on this.
I know who some of the principals of that movement were but I will not name them right now because I know I'd likely fail to credit the correct people. I hope some of you will post on this site a more thorough list of who needs to be credited for both conceiving and implementing the efforts which resulted in the restoration of the only remaining structure of a traditional old school house in Liberty County.
Not exactly sure where this movement came from but I think it is an outgrowth of the planning for the fifty year reunion of the class of 1963.
It has been suggested that all Bradwell Graduates be invited.
The actual plan is I think still in the developmental stage. Although I think it is in the fine tuning stage.
I hope so. and I will post any updates from now until November.
I am happy to announce that on November 16th there will be a mega reunion of Bradwell graduates at Dorchester which is just about perhaps two miles beyond the Interstate on the left. I know that currently plans are still being developed. I will post updates on this site as I receive them. I invite those who are planning and participate on this event to please log onto this site and let your thoughts be known.
I personally like to think of this a a reunion of attendees of Bradwell Institute at Washington Avenue. I have always felt a special attachment to the campus where I was so fortunate to have been schooled by a wonderful staff from the top down.
More later please offer your thoughts.
Jimmy
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Thank you son for setting this up. I felt like in this new Internet age it would be good if someone with the skill and inclination gave us an electronic medium for a forum of discussion of local events. That is precisely what I want to do with this blog site. I am certainly not an educated writer and I don't know that, that is all bad. I do own and proudly carry with me everywhere I go 70 years of living and the memories of that experience therefore I think I would like to voice my opinion on things which affect me personally.
Things which affect one personally do in fact effect all personally.
Communication is perhaps the single most distinguishing factor for the elevation of man in the order of the food chain. I will attempt with the posts on this site to share with anyone interested my memories as well as my thoughts regarding those times. So far it has been a good journey.
Having the very good fortune to have been born in Liberty County and remaining here throughout my life I was fortunate in that I attended Bradwell Institute and am very proud to have been a member of the class of 1961 although circumstance dictated that I would graduate with the class of 1962. I've always felt doubly blessed to have been a part of both of those classes. I've also felt that it was my very good fortune to have entered the school on day one of the first grade in 1949 only about a hundred feet from where I walked out with a diploma in 1962.
The staff at Bradwell in those times was absolutely the finest which any child from anywhere could have been schooled. I am speaking not only about teachers and administrators but I also refer to lunchroom staff and custodians as well as school bus drivers. Ah and Edell Osgood who in my later years operated the "stand" where we could get Coca-Cola and snacks.
Having the good fortune to have, over the course of my life, had the experience of sharing forty five plus years of my life with an educator employed by the Liberty County board of education. My ex wife Harriet Burch taught first grade during our tenure and my companion of thirty five years Leslie Bowling has just now retired after teaching kindergarten for some thirty seven years. Although I never was an exceptional student I acquired a wonderful education at B.I. and have always felt that to have been a very special blessing.
I remember in all my years at Bradwell there was a school newspaper "The Bradwell Bugle". I first remember seeing it because my brother Homer brought home copies and later my sister June did also and then when I reached high school I always had an interest in the school newspaper. History reflects that the founder of Bradwell Institute was Samual Dowse Bradwell. He founded the school in 1872 and also traveled to Pennsylvania that same year and bought a small printing press which he brought back to Hinesville and started publishing the first newspaper in the county. The newspaper was called The Hinesville Gazette. 1872 was a very important year in the history of Liberty County .
My life's journey and a variety of circumstances would have it such that when I graduated in 1962 I had been privileged to have experienced four years of being taught English by Mrs. Faye Darsey. As I have stated before I was not an exceptional student and that had much to do with receiving four years of English instruction from Mrs. Darsey. I actually had to repeat eleventh grade English and also had the good fortune to have been in a single ninth grade class instructed by her. And although I was repeating third year English an exception was allowed and I also attended her twelfth grade English thus I received four years of instruction from her.
Mrs. Darsey came to be my all time favorite teacher although there were several more teachers that I loved dearly not the least of which was Mr. Bill Cox who taught me eighth grade English. I also had the good fortune to have experienced a year of instruction from Miss. Joan Hollingsworth who taught me in her speech class my senior year. All things being the way it turned out my years at B.I. made me want to learn how to read and write as well as to speak.
I also remember when I had not yet learned how to read I would lay on the floor in front of the fireplace at my Daddy's feet as he would read that days copy of The Savannah Morning News. When Daddy finished reading the paper he would gesture for me to climb up onto the arm of his chair and then with one arm around me he would hold the paper in front of us both. He would have the paper turned to the comic section or as my sister and I often called it the funny paper. At any rate Daddy would read aloud the words of the comic strips and that was my first instruction in reading.
When I was probably about five years old one night Daddy gave me one of the very best lessons of life. He had just completed the reading of the comics to me and I started to get off of his chair arm and he said to me "son I want to show you something else about the paper" as he turned the pages back to the editorial page and then said "son when you learn to read you should read this page every day". He went on to explain that if I did not read the entire paper as long as I made sure to read the editorial page I would be a well informed citizen. I can hear his words spoken softly to me right now "son if you read this page everyday you will know what is going on in the world". To this very day I have practiced the habit of reading the editorial page with interest every day and I usually read most of the rest of the paper.
It has been said that the fourth estate of democracy is the press.I sincerely believe this to be the case. I think our press currently is not as vigilant as it once was and I don't think we are being informed of the goings on within our community as well as regionally and nationally. It is with these thoughts in mind that I am inspired to undertake this project. I don't personally have the computer skills for this mission but I have the able assistance of my son Jamey and my brother's daughter Debra Pease. I hope this blog becomes in essence an electronic newspaper serving Liberty and surrounding counties with good clean discussions of events as they unfold in our area.
Well after a lengthy few weeks of planning we have finally started. My son Jamey shares with me the editing of this site. I want all who visit this site to enjoy a good clean forum of discussion of events in our past and perhaps this will become something of a clearing house of news of our old friends and acquaintance's.
Let it be a "you might be from or lived in Hinesville or Liberty County" such as is often posted on facebook. I will be inviting some to be correspondents on this site. If I understand it correctly any reader can post a comment. If someone offers a post which is judged by our editorial board to be not suited to allow to be viewed then it will be declined.
We are not opposed to views which differ from our own but we will not be tolerant of those who seem to enjoy inflicting others with verbal abuse. Some of us are more liberal than others and that is fine but I want the left and the right to both feel comfortable and I insist that all contributors be shown respect. All comments must be signed and the writer must be identified. If you want to contribute a short story or report something anonymously deliver it to me or one of our administrators and if it is considered to be suitable we will publish it without revealing the identity of the writer. You can reach me via email by sending it to samboling@gmail.com.
Things which affect one personally do in fact effect all personally.
Communication is perhaps the single most distinguishing factor for the elevation of man in the order of the food chain. I will attempt with the posts on this site to share with anyone interested my memories as well as my thoughts regarding those times. So far it has been a good journey.
Having the very good fortune to have been born in Liberty County and remaining here throughout my life I was fortunate in that I attended Bradwell Institute and am very proud to have been a member of the class of 1961 although circumstance dictated that I would graduate with the class of 1962. I've always felt doubly blessed to have been a part of both of those classes. I've also felt that it was my very good fortune to have entered the school on day one of the first grade in 1949 only about a hundred feet from where I walked out with a diploma in 1962.
The staff at Bradwell in those times was absolutely the finest which any child from anywhere could have been schooled. I am speaking not only about teachers and administrators but I also refer to lunchroom staff and custodians as well as school bus drivers. Ah and Edell Osgood who in my later years operated the "stand" where we could get Coca-Cola and snacks.
Having the good fortune to have, over the course of my life, had the experience of sharing forty five plus years of my life with an educator employed by the Liberty County board of education. My ex wife Harriet Burch taught first grade during our tenure and my companion of thirty five years Leslie Bowling has just now retired after teaching kindergarten for some thirty seven years. Although I never was an exceptional student I acquired a wonderful education at B.I. and have always felt that to have been a very special blessing.
I remember in all my years at Bradwell there was a school newspaper "The Bradwell Bugle". I first remember seeing it because my brother Homer brought home copies and later my sister June did also and then when I reached high school I always had an interest in the school newspaper. History reflects that the founder of Bradwell Institute was Samual Dowse Bradwell. He founded the school in 1872 and also traveled to Pennsylvania that same year and bought a small printing press which he brought back to Hinesville and started publishing the first newspaper in the county. The newspaper was called The Hinesville Gazette. 1872 was a very important year in the history of Liberty County .
My life's journey and a variety of circumstances would have it such that when I graduated in 1962 I had been privileged to have experienced four years of being taught English by Mrs. Faye Darsey. As I have stated before I was not an exceptional student and that had much to do with receiving four years of English instruction from Mrs. Darsey. I actually had to repeat eleventh grade English and also had the good fortune to have been in a single ninth grade class instructed by her. And although I was repeating third year English an exception was allowed and I also attended her twelfth grade English thus I received four years of instruction from her.
Mrs. Darsey came to be my all time favorite teacher although there were several more teachers that I loved dearly not the least of which was Mr. Bill Cox who taught me eighth grade English. I also had the good fortune to have experienced a year of instruction from Miss. Joan Hollingsworth who taught me in her speech class my senior year. All things being the way it turned out my years at B.I. made me want to learn how to read and write as well as to speak.
I also remember when I had not yet learned how to read I would lay on the floor in front of the fireplace at my Daddy's feet as he would read that days copy of The Savannah Morning News. When Daddy finished reading the paper he would gesture for me to climb up onto the arm of his chair and then with one arm around me he would hold the paper in front of us both. He would have the paper turned to the comic section or as my sister and I often called it the funny paper. At any rate Daddy would read aloud the words of the comic strips and that was my first instruction in reading.
When I was probably about five years old one night Daddy gave me one of the very best lessons of life. He had just completed the reading of the comics to me and I started to get off of his chair arm and he said to me "son I want to show you something else about the paper" as he turned the pages back to the editorial page and then said "son when you learn to read you should read this page every day". He went on to explain that if I did not read the entire paper as long as I made sure to read the editorial page I would be a well informed citizen. I can hear his words spoken softly to me right now "son if you read this page everyday you will know what is going on in the world". To this very day I have practiced the habit of reading the editorial page with interest every day and I usually read most of the rest of the paper.
It has been said that the fourth estate of democracy is the press.I sincerely believe this to be the case. I think our press currently is not as vigilant as it once was and I don't think we are being informed of the goings on within our community as well as regionally and nationally. It is with these thoughts in mind that I am inspired to undertake this project. I don't personally have the computer skills for this mission but I have the able assistance of my son Jamey and my brother's daughter Debra Pease. I hope this blog becomes in essence an electronic newspaper serving Liberty and surrounding counties with good clean discussions of events as they unfold in our area.
Well after a lengthy few weeks of planning we have finally started. My son Jamey shares with me the editing of this site. I want all who visit this site to enjoy a good clean forum of discussion of events in our past and perhaps this will become something of a clearing house of news of our old friends and acquaintance's.
Let it be a "you might be from or lived in Hinesville or Liberty County" such as is often posted on facebook. I will be inviting some to be correspondents on this site. If I understand it correctly any reader can post a comment. If someone offers a post which is judged by our editorial board to be not suited to allow to be viewed then it will be declined.
We are not opposed to views which differ from our own but we will not be tolerant of those who seem to enjoy inflicting others with verbal abuse. Some of us are more liberal than others and that is fine but I want the left and the right to both feel comfortable and I insist that all contributors be shown respect. All comments must be signed and the writer must be identified. If you want to contribute a short story or report something anonymously deliver it to me or one of our administrators and if it is considered to be suitable we will publish it without revealing the identity of the writer. You can reach me via email by sending it to samboling@gmail.com.
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