Tidbits - November 9 2017



  The last few months have been a mixture of trying times and blessings at Emory and Nazareth United Methodist Churches.
  Our pastor Paul Cheezem died in late June, and for two months the congregations “made it up as we went along,” arranging speakers and special music.  We had great services!
  In August, we got the news two retired preachers with local ties would serve as our interim pastor for the next four months.
  First up was Saluda native Wayne Horne, who rose through the ranks of the S.C. Conference until he got a “TV” church, Trenholm Road in his next to the last appointment.
  At one time in the late 1960’s there were three students at Saluda High School  who would turn out to be three of S.C. Methodism’s greatest preachers, Nicky Long, Jerry Temple and Wayne Horne.
  Back then, we knew Nicky and Jerry were destined to be preachers.
  I used the three in a children’s sermon a few years ago, and said when people would ask what happened to Nicky and Jerry, and I’d answer they are Methodist preachers, they would answer, “I figured that.”
  But, if somebody asked about Wayne Horne, and I’d answer, ”He’s a Methodist preacher,” they would react, ”He’s a what?!!!”
  From the pulpit Wayne said he always went to church, but sowed fields of wild oats in his youth. In November 1972, 45 years ago, he attended a youth rally at the Saluda High gym and his life was changed, and so were the lives of the thousands of churchgoers who have been blessed by Wayne’s ministry through the years.
  We hated to see Wayne’s two months come to an end, but Sunday we were blessed by our new interim, Debra Griffis-Woodberry.
  Debra is a native of Edgefield County, and played  basketball for those excellent Strom Thurmond girls’ basketball teams coach by legendary Boots Bandy.
  During those days, she would join many Edgefield County youth and drive over to Saluda to attend Teen Town.
  I told her I was probably there when she came, and there was a good chance those three future Saluda preachers Nicky, Jerry and Wayne were there, too, listening to music like the late Billy Black’s band, “Satan and the Prophets!”
  When she told us about herself Sunday, she mentioned she worked summers in an Edgefield County peach packing shed, as did many of us. At the same packing shed worked Jerry Temple and Wayne Horne.
  Isn’t that amazing that four future Methodist preachers grew in this same area at the same time.
  Sunday was All Saints Day. At Emory, we were remembering our preacher Paul and Sandra Kaye Fulmer. Then, Thursday, things changed for the worse, when our former pastor Boyd Chewning died, so we remembered not one, but two, preachers.
  Boyd took the term “worship hour” literally.
  We started at 10:30 and got out at 11:30, or earlier, every single sermon he preached.
  There are things a preacher can not control. He could not predict the length of the children’s sermon someone else was delivering, or how many verses the choir sang in the anthem, or how long the song the soloist sang for the offertory, but he could control everything else.
  He wrote his sermons, so if he had to eliminates parts, he could and the sermons were still good.
  I’d like to say more about Boyd, but I’ll wait until a later date.
  What our two churches have gone through is sad, but I cannot imagine what the community in Texas is going through now.
  Twenty-six saints went home on All Saints Day at the hand of a maniac.
  God bless us all.....


  I was worried about the Central - Saluda game all last week.
  Normally, a fourth seed is an automatic win, but that was not the case with Central.
  The Eagles lost to league champion Lee Central 14-12, and their conference has three teams in 2-A’s top ten.
  It reminded of the conference Saluda was in a few years ago. The Tigers were a fourth seed, and had to open with a top seed Palmetto in the first round. Saluda travelled to Williamston and won easily.
   Central was every bit as good as I was afraid they were, but the Tigers prevailed. It took until 3:38 to go in the game before Saluda got the lead, but they got it and they held it. The fans held their breath until the last 11 seconds, but they exhaled with joy.
  Saluda has an illustrious football history going back to the 1920s, but no teams had ever won 10 games or more for three straight years until now. The 2015 (10), 2016 (12) and 2017 (10) Tigers have  done it!
  The Tigers have to face old rival Ninety Six Friday. The two teams have already met this year, so there are no secrets. The first meeting was very entertaining, and this one should be, too.
  P.S. I have previously written the 2016 and 2017 Tigers joined the 1962-63 and 1955-56 as the only teams to win back-to-back region championships in school history.
  In looking through a 1941 SHS yearbook for something else, I found the 1940 Tigers won the district championship, as it was called back then, the upper state championship and played Olympia for the state championship and lost. The next year the Tigers won the district, the upstate and the state title. So, add 1940 and 1941 to the list.


  Last Tuesday morning, Jackie asked to borrow my van to go to the bank,  because she didn’t think she had enough gas in her car to make the two block trip.
  A few minutes later she called from the bank and said, “I think I have locked your keys in your van.”
  So, I had to go upstairs and dig through her purse to find her keys, get in her car, drive to the gas stations (if I could make it) and then drive home for my spare key.
  Jackie has a new, small car, and when I got to it I couldn’t figure out how to adjust the driver’s seat. Somehow, I squeezed in, but my knees were jammed into the dashboard.
  I cranked the car, and the first thing I saw was in idiot light just below the speedometer that said “23 miles to E,” so, at least, I didn’t have to buy gas.
  As I was heading out of town, I realized my house keys were with my locked up van keys, but I didn’t have to worry, because Freda called from the bank and said Jackie had found the keys. She had laid them on a counter when she was filling out  a check.
  I made it back to the shop and managed to pry my way out of the car. I told Jackie about the idiot light, she had never seen.
  The next day, the van’s battery died when I took papers to BiLo.
  Rodney Minick and Edward Bates came to my rescue. I got a boosted crank, but I was afraid to cut the engine off.
  I got to the shop, loaded the van with papers for my morning route, made three engine running deliveries, then drove home and transferred the papers from my van to my truck.
  The van is perfect for paper deliveries. The truck is not.
  On two stops, the papers I had stacked fell out of the door when I opened it. The last time was on Main Street with an 18-wheeler headed my way.
  I charged the van’s battery Wednesday afternoon, and that night our crowd of Thomas and Sheila Shealy, Thelma Koon and Betsy Connelly, loaded into the van for our trip to cantata practice at Nazareth.
  As we neared the Columbia Hwy., Betsy confessed, “I saw something red and white up ahead, and thought how crazy it was for somebody to be putting up Santa Claus the day after Halloween. Then I realized what I saw was a stop sign.”
  And Betsy had to drive Thelma home when we got back.
  They were both at church Sunday, so they avoided any further Santa contact!


  I was saddened to learn of the passing of Dick Holstein over the weekend.
  Dick’s Uncle Sam Holstein married my Aunt Mildred Shealy, so our families were close for many years.
  A few years ago Dick called to tell me a story I had never heard. German prisoners of war worked on the Saluda County Holstein farm during World War II. Uncle Sam corresponded with the prisoners after they returned home.
  Some of the descendants of the prisoners came to visit the Holsteins a few years ago, and Dick sent me a story that we printed in this paper.
  Dick moved into the home where Uncle Sam and Aunt Mildred lived and remodeled it. He invited me to come see it, but, of course, I never did.
  Doubly sad was the fact mentioned in the obituary that Dick’s son David died two days before his father, and the visitation was held for both in the Holstein home.
  I was also saddened to learn of the passing of Pat Doyal.
  His wife Rhetta is one of our Tuesday afternoon paper buying “regulars.”  Pat was loved by all who knew him, especially by the ready-made family Rhetta supplied when they married.
  Pat worked for many years all  over the world, and Rhetta’s aunt Lucille Gibson would write about their adventures in her “Hollywood News” column.
  Pat was loved by all who knew him, especially by the ready-made family Rhetta supplied when they married.