Burningtown News, Sunday, March 20, 2016

Miss Harper Rose enjoying the daffodils.


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

Please let me know if there are names listed above that should be taken off. Thank you.


Rev. Brian Holland brought a message on forgiveness today, Sunday, March 20, 2016, at 11:00, at Burningtown Baptist Church.


"I Do Not Know The Reason Why My…"
Larry Alan Reeves, Region A Long Term Care Ombudsman
Southwestern Commission- Area Agency on Aging

He was always complaining. The weather was a favorite topic of his. If it was hot, it was too hot. If it was cold, it was too cold. If it was dry, it was too dry. If it was wet and rainy, it was too wet and rainy. He complained about the wind, or the lack thereof. He would complain about snow, fog, frost, ice, humidity, mud, dust, or whatever else he could come up with that was somehow (even remotely) weather related. He did not like any of it.

He, also, complained about politics, the price of things that he needed to buy, the church he attended, the preacher/pastor, the traffic on the highways, the noise made by children while playing, his wife's snoring, his in-laws, the doctor, the hospital, any and all restaurants, the newspaper, and on and on. It did not seem as though anything or anyone was pleasing and/or acceptable to him. It was a puzzle (still is, as a matter of fact) as to how/why his lovely wife would choose to be married to such a negative, pessimistic, sarcastic, grumpy, grouchy, and whatever other descriptive word one can come up with. Needless to say, he was not the type of person one wanted to be around for very long periods of time. To be perfectly honest, if I saw him heading my direction I, if possible, would go the opposite way as quickly as possible. A conversation with him could absolutely spoil a whole day.
He made it very clear that one of his least favorite things to do was to tend to his lawn. He hated, with a passion, to mow his grass. In fact, he could easily spend an hour listing all of the things that he despised about mowing from lawnmower to edge-trimmers to weed-whackers to dandelions to clover blossoms to whatever else came into his mind.

Unfortunately, he lived just down the street from me. Therefore, it was not always easy to avoid him.

One afternoon, in the early Spring season, he told me of his plans for an upcoming vacation trip for his wife and he. They were leaving the next morning and would be gone for about a week and a half. In preparation, he had just finished his yard-work in hopes it would suffice for the time of the vacation. Of course, I had to listen to a whole litany of his complaints about the just finished tasks and his dismal expectations for the journey ahead. I was delighted to see him head back down the street towards his house. That was the best part of the encounter.

Somewhere, along about 3:00 AM the next morning, while I lay sleepless in my bed, reflecting upon the conversation of the previous afternoon, I decided my course of action. After determining that indeed he was gone on his trip, I went down to the hardware/farmer's supply store and purchased 100 pounds of fertilizer, with all of the right minerals, guaranteed to make grass grow. I waited until the middle of the following night to begin my efforts, lest I be seen by some nosy neighbor or by-passer. I retrieved the fertilizer and my spreader and sneaked down to his house. For the next hour I covered his lawn, very carefully, with fertilizer. When I finished, I hurried home. I told no one what I had done.

Thankfully, it rained for three days in a row following my escapade. I marveled at how quickly his lawn turned a healthy shade of green. His grass grew rapidly, and the turf really got thick. Upon his return, he found the grass in his lawn to be almost knee-high and dark green and healthy looking. Almost every other lawn in the neighborhood appeared to be malnourished and sickly, compared to his.

Well, it goes without saying, he had to mow once or twice a week the whole Summer just to keep it under control. In addition, he had to sweep/rake the lawn each time he mowed it just to be able to keep the dried thatch from piling up. He spent hours consumed by this chore.

I came across him one day in the parking lot of the local post office. With my tongue firmly planted in my cheek I commented on the beauty of his lawn and the frequency that he seemed to be mowing. In response to my comments, he said "I do not know the reason why my grass is growing like it is. I hate to mow! But dad-gum-it, if I don't mow it every day or two it just gets too big to do anything with. If I did not know better, I'd swear somebody must have fertilized it or something." In response, I just nodded my head, got in my truck and silently drove away.

Larry Reeves
Long Term Care Ombudsman
Region A, Southwestern Commission
"I love the unimproved works of God." (Horace Kephart, 1906)


BY: Nita Welch Owenby

Did you ever stump your toe on a big clod, knock the nail off your toe, and run home to let Grandma pour kerosene on it and wrap it up in a rag? Grandma always believed that kerosene would kill any germ alive, even though she didn't believe there would be any germs out there in the field in that clean dirt. She would soothe us by telling us that we could now watch for a new nail to appear on our toe and that sounded right interesting. Daddy would find an old pair of shoes and cut a hole out where the toe was so we could wear them to church, or wherever shoes were necessary. That was just living country life on the edge a bit. We kids were always stepping on rusty nails around the farm, but I don't think anybody had ever heard of getting a tetanus shot back then. Grandma would always get out that kerosene can again and none of us ever got lockjaw. People believed that the good Lord took care of them in their time of need back then; even people that just didn't know any better. I got to thinking later that maybe germs back then were not as harmful, or maybe grandmas today just don't have kerosene cans.

We kids had lots of jobs to do on the farm when I was growing up, and I guess a few of them could be considered living on the edge. But mostly it was just a way of life in the country. Mamma and Daddy always had some cows and a bull, and everybody always thought the bull was a mite dangerous, but I only got run out of the pasture one time. Heck, that bull was too lazy to go under that barbed wire fence like I did. Separating out and getting the necessary cows back to the barn was always a challenge. The ones with new calves and the ones that had to be milked had to be herded to the barn, and the others left in the pasture with the bull. That bull stayed pretty happy as long as he had a few of his harem around him, and the necessary cows knew when it was time to get their udders emptied. Getting the proper cow in the stable with the proper calf took a bit of doing, and Daddy would always put a little grain in the empty stables so the milk cows would cooperate. It was jumping all them cow pies in the barn entry that was difficult for us, and not always possible. I guess that added fertilizer on our feet was partly what helped us to grow strong and healthy. It does the same thing for tomato plants and cucumbers, too. We would just have to wash our feet in the branch on the way to the house so Mamma would let us in. But, you folks who reads this just remember, cow pies are only grass and water; right?

Working in the garden and fields were our major jobs, and there were always the animals to look after. Now, you take those two big white hogs Daddy got every year. They were cute little pigs when he brought them home, but once he put them in the lot, it wasn't long before he had to put rings in their noses to keep them from rooting under the fence. Grandpa once told me that a hog could root up an entire field of potatoes in two hours if he didn't have a ring in his nose, but I decided he was just funning me. (Wonder if that is where the young people of today got the idea of wearing nose rings?) Those hogs got lots of slop, plantain and some grain to get them all fattened up. They got so big we could have ridden them, but that is one thing we never tried. Hogs can get downright mean if they want to be.

But we did try to ride the goat that we labeled Nanny, and even taught her some tricks that Daddy wasn't too happy about. Daddy bought the goat because my brother had an ulcer and someone told him that goat's milk was good for ulcers. Nanny was very frisky, as goats usually are, and she had horns about six inches long. She would come up from behind and playfully butt us in the rump, and this gave us the idea for one of the tricks we taught her. She would hook those horns in the seat of our britches, pick us up and pitch us in the air. Now that was fun, even if we did land flat of our face in the dirt sometimes. However, Daddy didn't think it was fun when she caught him one day. Of course, it gave us kids a good laugh, but from then on Nanny was kept on a chain when she was out of the lot. Also, it had come time to start milking Nanny and that chain came in handy. She was not about to stand still and be milked. It was also a lot of fun watching Daddy get frustrated trying to make her do something she didn't want to. Finally he figured out how to milk her. He put some grain in the feeding trough in one of the stables. Then he leaned a plank up against the trough. Of course, Nanny would go skinning right up that plank and into the trough to get the grain, and Daddy would tie her head to the wall and milk her. We kids really enjoyed that show, but we didn't get to go watch every day.

Daddy taught me to drive the tractor in the flat corn fields when I was about four years old. They would pick the corn and toss the ears into piles, and later it had to be loaded in the trailer behind the tractor. It was then driven above the barn and unloaded in the loft. One day when they were loading the corn, I was running along probably getting in the way, and Daddy always felt that everyone should be doing something worthwhile. So he sat me on the tractor and showed me how to push down the clutch to stop it and to step off the clutch to go forward. He put it in granny low so it just crept along, and there I was, in control of this big monster with back wheels twice as high as I was and then some. Well, I got on the clutch so Daddy could put it in gear and the clutch didn't move. I wasn't heavy enough to push it down. I was a determined little towhead, so I pushed up on the steering wheel and down the clutch and I went. I'd turn loose of the steering wheel to make it go, and I was on my way to driving.

Now, use of the little Ford tractor did entail a touch of danger now and then, as do all tractors. My sister and I used to ride on the front end of the tractor when Daddy was pulling a trailer load of corn up the hill to the barn to keep the front from rearing up. That was kind of scary. I kept wondering, if it did start rearing up, would I jump off or would I have the nerve to hang on? One year we had our potato patch up the river and one end of it was on the side of a hill. Daddy would hook the old wooden plow behind the tractor to break the potato rows as that was the hard part, and then he used the mare to plow out each side of the rows. It was my job to drive the tractor and that was when I found out that tractors don't like loose dirt on a hill. When I turned up the hill at the end of the patch, I had to step on the clutch and put it in reverse, and it was Daddy's job to get the plow out of the way. This all works until the hill got rather steep. When I started backing up, the front end of the tractor started sliding. There was nothing I could do but hang on until it stopped. There were bushes at the end of the row, and when I finally got stopped and looked back I didn't see Daddy or the plow anywhere. Finally, Daddy poked his head out through the bushes and said "Okay, let's go."

We worked hard on the farm, but if everyone would learn to mix a little fun into their work, life would be a whole lot simpler and more enjoyable. I would suggest that you watch a child work and find out, but children don't work today. They'll never know the joys we experienced back in the Good 'Ole Days.


By: Roy Owenby

Humankind has not yet invented words to describe God in his original state. He just was; there was no time and no space. He didn't need either to exist. For reasons known only to God, he decided to create a universe; that is, our universe. It may be the only one, or there may be many others. There is no way to know, and there may never be, for he truly works in mysterious ways. The Bible says he was lonely. Perhaps this simply means he was alone. I don't think it means loneliness in the human sense. Within himself, God had all the power and glory he needed. Even so, he decided to created companions. Perhaps he really was lonely, or maybe he just wanted something to do. In order for these companions, whom he called humankind, to exist, God had to create a place for them to exist.

He formed within himself a tiny seed of super compressed energy that was dense beyond our imagination. From this seed, he would build everything he needed to support life. Satisfied that he was ready, God created space/time so the seed could grow. Like a baby being formed in the womb, he commanded the seed to expand, and it did. The expansion was so rapid that humankind cannot comprehend the speed of the expansion. At this point, space and time divided and became separate entities. The result was a superheated cosmic soup that had no form except continued expansion guided only by the space it created. The components of this soup were infinitesimally small, so tiny that an atom is millions of times larger. The soup began to cool, and in less than one second, it reached critical mass. In the blink of an eye it exploded. Not an explosion like TNT or dynamite but a super rapid formation of hot plasma. Next, he created other forces to make his system work; gravity for attraction, electromagnetism to control atomic structure and a strong force and a weak force to bind his particles into basic atoms such as hydrogen and helium.

Now, he commanded his particles to coagulate, controlled by the mathematical harmony of his four forces. In some 400,000 years, the component parts cooled enough to start forming more complex matter. One by one, he created the heavier elements such as sodium, nickel and iron. Microwave background radiation permeated the cosmos, and still does today. For another 100 million years, creation continued in total darkness while gravitational forces pulled and tugged particles into enormous objects that were millions of miles across. The great clouds of matter formed into galaxies. Slowly, the galaxies formed into stars, magnificent furnaces that burned at thousands of degrees. Now, the dark ages had passed, and the stars produced light. From the instant of its creation, the light traveled at 186,000 miles per second. Its speed never varies, for this is the universal speed limit set by God.

Matter combined and recombined. Some elements had a short life and disappeared forever. Others were stable, and formed into quasars, pulsars, red, blue and yellow stars. He set aside dark matter and dark energy for future projects.

God's creation could now be called a universe, and over billions of years, millions of galaxies spread across the cosmos. Many strange and beautiful things formed out of the galactic material, and weird and wonderful creations shone across the infinite void.

God needed a special place for humankind, and in one galaxy, called the Milky Way, he caused a medium-sized star to form. This star, he called Sun. He caused clumps of matter to form out of the gaseous clouds surrounding the sun, and he called those planets.
Now, God was getting to the good part. He rolled up his sleeves and went to work. He formed one special planet for his race of men. He called this planet Earth. God stepped back and looked at it and saw that it was without form and void. He created an atmosphere and caused the Earth to turn. In this way, he separated the light from the darkness upon the face of the earth. God saw the light, and it was good.

He covered three-fourths of the planet with water, and the rest he called land. Now, he needed an environment for humankind to live in. He created clouds and weather, trees and plants and other green things. He combined and recombined until it was perfect.
God stepped back and looked at it again, and it was beautiful to behold. He created fish in the oceans, birds in the air and animals on the land. Now, it was time for his most perfect thing. From the breath of his nostrils, he created man and woman, and he gave them something that nothing else in the universe possessed.

He took a small part of himself and gave it to each man and woman, and he called it a soul. Now, God said, I will be lonely no more, for I have made each human a part of me. They will have knowledge to know me and appreciate me, for I have given them eternal life. They have only to reach out and take it, but they have to earn it by obeying my will. I created the cosmos, and I can destroy it. Nothing exists without my will. I have no beginning and no end. Forever and ever, I and only I, am God.



As you regular BTN readers know, MF and LF had their 62nd anniversary on March 6. One of the gifts from their children and grandchildren is a new screen door that opens onto their front porch. MF holds a replica of the screen door. It'll soon be time to leave the doors open and let the breezes blow!


One sign of spring here in the hollow is the hens and gobblers roaming the pastures both morning and evening. It's been great fun watching their antics.


Judy and Kendall visited the petting zoo this week. Here's Kendall petting a curly donkey. She's quite an animal lover!

Last Sunday, MF and LF hosted Sunday dinner at their home. It was quite an event! SF made a BIG pan of lasagna, LG brought salad and bread, LF made a peach cobbler, and Clara Curtis brought strawberry shortcakes. The dinner was delicious and the company was delightful! Besides the usual crowd, there was a nice contingency from Haywood County. Larry Reeves (whose articles are becoming a regular addition to the BTN) brought his father, Ted, and friend, Karen Hammett. David and Clara Curtis were here at the invitation of LG. Clara and LG worked together at the NC Arboretum. It was wonderful to have such a full house! Near the end of the meal, Rev. Brian Holland and his son Nathaniel came to visit.

Jim and Marilyn came up here Friday afternoon. We were not here, but he left some money with LG. People like Mitchell Owenby, Jim Fouts, Marilyn Roper, Tom Welch, Mike Fouts, James Roper, Shirley Welch, and Bernard Huggins had given him the money. He brought $27.12 with them. There were several notes in the jar. One note said, "From a former Yankee who found heaven. Scot Maslin" There was another note that read, "To the poor, poor, poor, man in Burningtown, from The Poor Poor Yankee from New York. My pockets are empty but my heart is full. Robin Joroensen. (Palma's youngin)" Scot is principal at Macon Middle School, Robin is his sister. I hope they come back to Jim's soon.

I shore do appreciate that there money for the poor man. Jeff Parrish is gonna dig a ditch up here this week. He will need to be paid soon so keep on putting that money in the jar, give it to Jim, or me. The poor man really needs the money. On another occasion this week, I got one five dollar bill, six one dollar bills and 1 penny plus, a bag of money from Marie Duval. Marie sent hers in a bag. It had six quarters, nine dimes, five nickels and nineteen pennies. Dearl Ledford gave me a dollar when we were at Seay's buying seed potatoes. He knew I would need the money. I also got a dime in the mail and a penny I found at the Pizza place.

Congratulations to John and Dorothy Crawford who celebrated their 74th Wedding Anniversary on March 10. A They are really nice people and I'm glad LF and I know them.

Here is a beautiful picture from our Staff Photographer, Ralph Preston

We hope you have a wonderful week.
Remember the poor man and his hankering to get in the garden little wife on Lower Burningtown.

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