Tidbits - August 31 2017



  My church, Emory United Methodist, celebrated its 175th anniversary Sunday at the annual Homecoming.
  We didn’t do anything special, other than I gave a brief history of the church. It was Homecoming, so food followed the worship service in the beautifully decorated social hall.
  Organizers decided to wait until the 200th birthday to go all out. That suits me. I’ll either be 91-years-old or dead.
  For our 150th birthday in 1992, we had an old fashioned day, and performed a historical drama written by Bela Herlong and Gloria. That script is still good from here to eternity.
  I’ll be too old in 2042 to be the narrator, like I did 25 years ago.
  Standing in the church yard after the service, Russell Winn pointed to the plaque in the church wall marking the time capsule we put there in 1992. I had forgotten all about it.
  One item we placed was a VCR tape of our drama. It never crossed our minds that there may not be any VCRs when the time capsule is opened. If I am still around, I’m sure I’ll have one.
  For my presentation, I used the history of Emory, written by the late Earl Steadman. It was in a binder belonging to the late Frontis Hawkins. Both men were so vital in recording our history for future generations.
  Frontis’ history notes in the binder were typed on the backs of church bulletins. Of course, I can’t do that, because I don’t have a typewriter. There were plenty of typewriters in 1992.
  It is amazing how much has changed in the last 25 years.
  Emory is certainly not the oldest church in Saluda County. Red Bank Baptist was already 68-years-old when Emory was organized.
  Like many churches, Emory was created from another church.
  Apparently, there was some kind of argument among the members of Pine Grove. Apparently, my great-great-great-grandfather Henry Conrad Herlong was the leader of the argument because he is credited with being the founder of Emory.
  The first church building was constructed on 1843 and the current sanctuary was dedicated in 1882.
  My late great-uncle Jake Grigsby remembered the original church, even though he was a little boy when it was disassembled and moved to Mt. Moses A.M.E. where it served that congregation until it burned it the late 1940s.
  It makes me feel really old that I actually knew someone who remembered a church built in 1843. Oh, Uncle Jake would be 139 today.
  The June 29, 1882, issue of the “Edgefield Advertiser” had a story on the dedication of the sanctuary.
  I told the congregation Sunday, the story may be one of the first examples of “fake news,” when it said there were 700 in attendance for the event.
  There is no way 700 people will fit inside our church, unless it was like kids trying to see how many could fit inside a telephone booth or a Volkswagen in the 60’s.
  When we had the Herlong dedication years ago, we did have 400 in attendance, but we had a balcony and “Amen corner” then. There was no balcony in 1882.
  Until 1945, everything was done inside the sanctuary. Sunday School classes weren’t in rooms, but pews. In 1945, a two-story extension was added that created individual Sunday school rooms.
  In 1965 we built a social hall for the whopping prices of $11,200! And because we had a social hall that included a kitchens and restrooms, we finally drilled a well and had running water!
  Homecoming was planned months ago, when our Pastor Paul Cheezem was still alive. Greenwood District Superintendent Dr. Stephen Love was invited back then to be our speaker.
  We had no idea then how well we would get know Dr. Love.  His sermon Sunday was his third visit to our church since Paul died in June.
  Dr. Love described Monday’s eclipse as “Wow!”
  And that’s how I describe his sermon, “Wow!” If you ever get a chance to hear him preach, go! He’s delivered two of the best sermons I’ve ever heard in his two visits to Emory this month.
  Our choir sing, “God is Here.” This is the song that was so beautifully sung at Paul’s funeral at Shandon United Methodist Church.
  We dedicated it to Paul’s memory. Paul widow, Doty, was present.
  Carolyn Langford Merchant played an arrangement of “When I Can Read My Title Clear” for the offertory, and the congregation sang the same song for our final hymn.
  This was the song sung at the dedication in 1882. I had to find it in the Baptist Broadman Hymnal!
  Oh, the chair I sit in every Sunday behind the pulpit was dedicated with its matching chair and couch on that Sunday in 1882, too.
  Homecoming completed two months of “making it up as we go along” for the congregations of Emory and Nazareth. Except for Communion Sundays when Dr. Love came, we have arranged our own speakers and singers.
  This Sunday, Saluda native Wayne Horne will be present and will be our pastor for the next two months. We will have another supply pastor, Deborah Griffis Woodberry,  for the following two months, and we could get a regular pastor in January.
  The Lord has truly blessed us.


  College football begins Sunday and I will once again be recording all Gamecock games and watching them later, if the Gamecocks win.
  I don’t think Carolina or Clemson fans know what to expect.
  N.C. State is good, so we’ll see how Will Muschamp’s team has improved in his second year. The offense should be really good, but can the defense stop anyone?
  Normally, the defending national champion is ranked number one to start the next season, but Clemson was ranked fifth.
  Chris Low of ESPN asked on Twitter why Clemson wasn’t getting respect, and countless people answered the “respect” was now playing for the Houston Texans.
  The Tigers will not be tested by Kent State, so we’ll have to wait to see how much DeShaun will be missed.


  I go by Big Lots every Tuesday while the paper is being printed.
  I have learned if you see something at Big Lots or Ollie’s you like, you better buy all you can, because they may be gone the next week forever.
  Big Lots had a sale on Cokes the other week, so I picked up a six pack.
  When I got home, I discovered I bought Coke Zero, and it is.
  I taught myself to like Diet Coke, but Zero is like Aunt Bee’s dill pickles.
  I saw on Facebook a clip of someone pouring Coca Cola into the toilet to clean it. So, I sacrificed a complete bottle of Zero to see if  would work.
  It didn’t ... because it’s Zero!
  I’ve got three bottles of Zero left,  and Like Andy told Barney about Aunt Bee’s pickles I’m going to have to learn to love them... temporarily.
  I went into Ollie’s a few weeks ago and saw three packs of Oil of Olay with shea butter, liquid shower soap on sale. This is the soap, or its store brand, that I use every day.
  When I got home, the fact that Ollie’s had them on sale made me think my Oil of Olay might be about to be discontinued.
    Last week I bought three more bottles, at $6 less than I paid the week before. I may go back this week.
  It reminded of my late cousin Johnny Shealy, who often bragged he had “couponic plague.”
  Johnny would save his coupons and would buy 100 cans of Mandarin oranges or 20 bars of Lava soap at a time.
  I used to laugh about Johnny doing this. Now, I’ve got to find a place to store Oil of Olay!


  To put the flooding in Houston into perspective, you have to realize one million more people live in the metropolitan area of Houston than live in the entire state of South Carolina.
  Imagine every man, woman and child in this state in a flood. It’s mind boggling and the rain continues.
  We can only pray and support the fund-raising efforts.
  I was appalled at a meme I saw.
  It said, “I started to pray for Texas, until I remembered...” then it showed Texas as a red state that voted for Trump.
  Really? You thought that was funny?
  That’s the problem with this country today. Everything is turned into politics.
  This needs to stop!