Burningtown News, Sunday, February 7, 2016
Good morning to all the people all over the world,
PRAYER REQUESTS
Please
remember the following in your prayers this week.
Lucy Mason Ken Shepherd Nell Duvall
Welch Lori Impagliatelli Harry Henry
Melba Martin Melba West Meredith
Jones Clarence Scott
Linda Campbell Pamela West Bob Bryson
Sue Martin Oweila T F Sue
West Beatrice Deweese Wayne Powers
Charles West
Tom Needham Nancy Lynch
ANNOUNCEMENTS
Rev. Brian Holland will bring the message on Sunday morning, February
14, 2016, at 11:00, at Burningtown Baptist Church.
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From Iotla Baptist Church
THe Inspirations
Will appear in gospel concert
Date: Thursday, February 25, 2016
Time: 6:00 PM
Place: Iotla Baptist Church of Franklin
For more information call 524-7167
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ARTICLES,
LETTERS, POEMS, PICTURES AND THINGS
The above quote is a verse from a song by Matt Redman called 10,000
Reasons. I was listening to it yesterday and this verse just spoke to
my heart. It can be compared to several different things. The morning
can be the mountain and the evening the valley. The morning can be a
child and the evening an old person. But what got me is actually comparing
the morning to the evening. I don't believe anyone wakes up saying "I
want to have a bad day today". Even if we know of something that's
going to happen that day and dread it, we still hope for the best. No
matter what situation you compare it to, the choice still lays in your
hand as to how you choose to deal with things and your attitude about
it. Psalm 30:5 says "....weeping may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning." I have no idea what problems are going
to come but I know we've seemingly had our share of them and weeping
lately but each time God has brought joy into the results. Today is
a new day and I have a song in my heart. Evening is going to come, problems
are going to come, my prayer is "God let me be singing when they
do!" I hope you have a blessed week! Donna Mathis :)
Dear Mr. Fouts,
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I'd
be much obliged if you would let me purchase a subscription for my long-suffering
wife, Janet Jacobs Greene. Her birthday was just a couple of weeks ago,
and I figured I'd better get around to getting her something. And what
better gift than a subscription to the world's finest source of information,
The Burningtown News! I want to make it a lifetime subscription so she'll
see how much I love her. I'll need you to bill me by some sort of installment
plan.
I know this will provide her untold hours of entertainment, plus an
occasional sermon illustration.
With
gratitude I am,
Your faithful reader,
Vic Greene
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GRANDPA
AND GRANDMA ROPER
By: Nita Welch Owenby
My grandpa Cling Roper, as he was called, and Grandma Clemmie lived
at the "very head" of Burningtown when I was just a child.
Like all "towns," it has changed over the years, but I remember
it from way back when, the way it used to be.
Going to visit Grandpa and Grandma's house was always an exciting adventure,
as getting up to the head of Burningtown was a long trip then. The roads
from Rose Creek to Burningtown were all graveled, and usually full of
pot-holes you had to dodge when driving. Even on the gravel roads you
had to drive carefully, because the gravel was rather thin in spots
and if you got off the high spots, you could easily get stuck if there
had been recent rain. The roads were narrow and folks had to blow their
horns in the turns to make sure they didn't have a head-on collision.
At the end of Upper Burningtown Road (as it is called today), we had
to ford a creek, and the road on up to the old home place was actually
an old creek bed. A vehicle that set up high off the road could drive
to the house, but we usually walked from that point and left our car
parked at Carroll and Mary Rowland's. And even when we got to Grandpa
and Grandma's, we had to cross a foot log to get across the creek to
the house.
Grandpa was already up in years when I was young, and the man I remember
and loved was small built, with the whitest, curliest hair I had ever
seen. He enjoyed chewing his tobacco, and never once missed the fireplace
when he spit, regardless of where he was sitting in the room. But my
Mom, Ethel Roper Welch, his second daughter, created the image of his
youth in my mind. He was a handsome man, very well liked, and managed
to make a living working at the sawmill and by somehow pulling up a
few 'taters and a bit of corn from the rocky soil at the base of the
mountain. I remember Mamma telling me of a winter when there was a very
heavy snow. All the family but her and Uncle T.C. had the flu and were
very sick. They ran out of firewood, so Grandpa told the two of them
to crawl up in the loft where old stuff was stored. They found some
old worn out leather shoes and boots, threw them down into the living
room, burned them as wood and kept them from freezing to death. Some
days later, neighbors came to check on them, and brought in wood and
food.
When we visited Grandpa and Grandma, it was always fun playing in the
creek and hunting hen nests. They didn't have a chicken house, so the
few hens they had made their nests in random places, and it was like
a game of treasure hunting to us kids to look for them. Also, Grandma
had some dry land ducks. I thought all ducks liked water, so I threw
one of her ducks in the creek and almost drowned it. But Grandma never
raised her voice to me, and gently explained. I've not heard of a dry
land duck since, but it's a fact that she had some.
And I never understood until I was probably eight or nine years old
that Grandma Clemmie was my step-grandma. But, it didn't matter to me
when I learned, because I didn't know what step-grandma meant, and I
loved her. She was the only grandma I ever knew on Mamma's side of the
family. Later Mom told me about my Grandma Sally Sara Owenby who died
when Mom was age ten. But Grandma Clemmie loved all of us kids dearly,
and it was always a joy to her to have children in the house.
Grandpa was married three times. He lost his first two wives in early
death, leaving him with small children. Uncle Bronce and Aunt Maude
were from his first marriage. Uncle Bronce married Aunt Edna, and she
was Lucille's (that's LF) older sister. Then Grandpa married Sally Sara
Owenby, my grandma, and they had my mom and Uncle T.C. (Thomas Clingman).
Later, after Grandma passed away, he married Grandma Clemmie and had
my additional aunts and uncles, Cora, Bert, R.L., C.B., and Shirley.
This may sound like the begets in the Old Testament, but somehow the
kids of all three wives just blended into one caring family.
I wanted to write this information since I feel that Grandpa Cling was
one of the original people who put Burningtown on the map. Uncle C.B.
and his wife, Marilyn, still live at the head of Burningtown across
the creek from the old home place. He's a Deacon of the Oakdale Church,
and a much respected member of the community. Uncle R.L. and his wife
Willie Mae, restored the old home place quite a few years ago, and used
to spend time up there in the summer.
Today there are three Burningtowns: Upper, Middle and Lower. At least
that's how the roads are named. It's a large community. And I like to
think that Grandpa Cling was one of the originals, and I am proud to
be his and Grandma Clemmie's grandchild.
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EC: There are four roads in Burningtown with the name of Burningtown,
One is Burningtown, Upper Burningtown, Middle Burningtown, and Lower
Burningtown. I live on Lower Burningtown. Jim lives on Burningtown.
I think that happened because of 911.
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THEY
LIVE AMONG US
By: Roy Owenby
Anytime
I want information about the latest conspiracy theories, I usually stop
off at an Army/Navy store somewhere in Western North Carolina. That
pretty much applies to anywhere, but I have more opportunities in WNC.
Almost to a man, these wingnuts are convinced that it's just a matter
of time before the United States is attacked by some group. Strangely,
they never mention the countries most able to attack the U.S., like
Russia or China. The one I hear most often is a takeover by the United
Nations. Other possible takeovers are by African Americans, Arabs, Jews
or Catholics. I even heard one about a Native American uprising. Of
course, they've found a better way. They just build casinos and separate
the well-heeled and foolish from their money. That sure beats hand-to-hand
combat, especially if you're outnumbered sixty to one. Now, because
it's an Army/Navy store, one would think the people who frequent that
particular business would be veterans, but that's often not the case.
The most militant of those people never served a day in their lives.
As Brother Dave Gardner used to say, "Ain't that weird?"
I was in one of the above mentioned stores near Waynesville a couple
weeks ago. I usually pretend that I'm looking at old ammunition boxes
or something similar so I can listen reasonably unnoticed. In this case,
there were four of them near the front window discussing whether they
had enough arms and ammunition laid away to ward off the coming attack.
One guy said he had twenty guns and fifty cases of ammunition buried
up in his pasture. That left me wondering if he had enough sense to
waterproof his stash. Another guy had several hundred boxes of ammo
hidden behind a false door in his basement. Another blowhard kept his
guns and ammo at his mother's house because he was afraid the cops would
show up and take his guns away. I couldn't tell if he had a criminal
record or if he was just paranoid. It's patently obvious that guns are
the most important things in their lives, and their purchase comes before
clothes, medicine and food. If I can believe what they say, they'll
let their kids go hungry in order to prepare for the coming takeover.
The other day, I was waiting to provide blood and pee to the lab at
the hospital. There were two guys there who were obviously part of the
conspiracy bunch. I'll call them Bill and Bob for clarity of reading.
Bill appeared to be in poor physical condition, but there wasn't anything
wrong with his mouth. The guy who came in last, Bob, said to Bill, "What
did you do yesterday?" The answer made me think I was in an Army/Navy
store. Bill replied, "The little voice in my head told me I should
clean guns so I stayed home and did that." There were a couple
other people waiting besides me, and these guys apparently didn't care
who heard them. The next question from Bob was, "How many guns
do you have?" Bill replied, "Oh, I used to have more, but
I'm down to thirty-six now." Naturally Bob wanted to know how long
it took Bill to clean all those guns. Bill said, "Well, I started
at daylight, and I finished just before dark."
Bob's next question, "Do you really need that many guns?"
Bill replied, "Actually, I need more, but right now that's all
I can afford." I figured out why Bill needed all that firepower
when he made the following statement. "People better wake up. The
takeover is coming soon, and we'd better be ready." Bob should
have known who was going to take over, but he either didn't know, or
he just wanted it said for the benefit of the rest of us. Bill replied,
"The Vatican, of course, surely you know that." Surprisingly,
Bob didn't know. "Why them?" The answer, of course, everyone
should know. "They ran the world for several hundred years, before
the good people backed them off, and now they're planning a major takeover
next year.
From Bob, "How do you think they plan to take over?" Bill's
answer; "Well, you know, the Vatican has that machine in that big
building, and they're going to use it." Bob again; "I'm not
sure which machine you're talking about." Bill looked exasperated.
"You know, that big atom smasher. All they have to do is push the
wrong button, and the whole world goes up in smoke and fire."
After several more verbal exchanges, it finally dawned on me. Bill,
with the thirty-six guns, had seen "The Da Vinci Code" and
believed every word of it. (Never mind that the particle accelerator
is 17 miles in circumference and the Vatican covers only 109 acres.)
Finally, Bob says, "You've convinced me. I have plenty of guns,
but I need a BAR (Browning automatic rifle). Do you have one you'd be
willing to sell me?" Bill rolls his eyes. "Of course I do.
I have three of them. They're all .30 caliber M1918s." Just then,
the nurse calls his name to go take his tests. As he walks out, he says
to Bob, "Come by the house tomorrow, and we'll see if you can afford
one." As Bill disappears into the lab, I had a depressing thought.
"Those two can vote."
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ACTIVITIES OF THE WEEK
The Burningtown News is late this week because I'm just lazy I guess.
I am sorry about it being late and it is my fault. We had company for
the Super Bowl and I just kept putting it off.
Money
received:
From
Jim, one twenty dollar bill, four one dollar bills six quarters, eight
dimes, two nickels, and eight pennies. People who had put money in were
Tom Welch, Benard Huggins, Bill Fouts, Marilyn Roper, Mitchell Owenby,
Jim Fouts, and others whose name I did not get
I was
lucky when I went to Ingles Friday. The first person I saw was Barbara
Wilson who handed me a five dollar bill. She said her husband; Bruce
was not doing too well. She also gave me a poster about the singing
at Iotla Church. Be sure to check the poster as shown above.
Mary Green sent me a quarter she had found someplace in Georgia. Ed
Simonds brought it to me Wednesday night when he, Terry Land, and Jim
Clements came up here to see me. They came in, sat down and stayed about
45 minutes. It shore was nice of them to visit and for Ed to bring me
the quarter.
LF
went to church Wednesday night but I did not go. She did not go for
supper so I do not know what they had.
Carin, Grayson, and (Sherlock who is a puppy) Trost came by here Saturday
afternoon. Carin brought me a loaf of banana bread that she had baked.
We ate some of it this morning for breakfast. It was very good.
The
picture below is from GT and ST. I do not know which of them sent it.
I think it is something they had for breakfast. I do not know what the
pills are for or who is taking them.
The picture below is of the Falls below Ruth's home. I do not know exactly
what they are called. They are for sale. If you would like to purchase
the Falls and about one acre of land, contact Ruth Simonds.
The cake below is LF's birthday cake. We celebrated it Thursday, February
4, by eating at LG's home. She had corned beef. She had done a good
job with it. LF and her sister had a big time as shown by the picture
below. Well we all had a very good time.
We hope you have a wonderful and blessed New Year through out 2016.
Remember the poor man and his wonderful little wife on Lower Burningtown.
MF, Editor
LF, Operations Editor
ST, Circulations Manager
RO, Feature Story Author
NWO, Feature Story Author
AM, Arts Illustration Editor
RP, Photographic Editor
JK, Assistant Photographic Editor
DB, Copier
JB, Assistant Photographic Editor
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