Tidbits - February 21 2019

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 Although I have lived here all my life, there are parts of Saluda County I have never seen.
  When I was driving back from The Circle Tuesday, after delivering papers to the Quick Stop, I decided to turn left on Double Bridges Road on the way back. I’ve travelled about a mile down the road in the past, but Tuesday I decided to take it to the end.
  It was a nice drive, then I came to giant rocks that are so prevalent on that end of the county. 
  That area a few miles from Batesburg on the Batesburg Hwy., where the rocks are visible, is one of the prettiest sections of Saluda County.
  I love big rocks!
  Miss Emmie Walton, my biology, chemistry and physics teacher at Saluda High (bless her heart for teaching those three), told us in one of those classes those big rocks were brought to Saluda County by glaciers during the ice age.
  Glaciers would have to bring them, because humans can’t budge them.
  On Double Bridges Road, there is a huge, green moss covered one in the cemetery of Wesley Chapel C.M.E. Church. I know that is where Major Perry, the Sleeping Preacher, is buried.
  Rocks lined Double Bridges until it ended. Then I had to made a choice, right or left.
  Since I lived right, I went that way. I didn’t see a sign at the intersection, so I did not know where I was.
 A piece down, I saw I was on Old Golf Course Road. I’ve been on this road before, but its been awhile.
  Old Golf brought me to the old familiar Batesburg Hwy., and I turned for home.
  I enjoyed this little side trip. It did take me a few miles out of my way, but I saw new things.
  I just wish I knew who lived in all the nice houses I saw along the way.
  I’m going to do this again.
  Maybe, I’ll find a new “burger road.”
  When I go through the drive thru, I have a few roads I travel while I eat, Butler, Centennial, Chapman, Firetower, and the main highways leading to and from them. If you wonder who is in that strange vehicle you see at lunch time, it’s me!


  While doing family research on Ancestry.com, I discovered my fourth great-grandfather Archy Mayson died in a duel.
  I found that exciting. I’m sure Grandpa Archy wasn’t too thrilled, however. He was only 45-years-old.
  I tried to found out more details.
  Archy represented Edgefield County in the S.C. House of Representatives, and in  October 1823 two members of the House, Archy, and Edward Peter Simmons of Charleston died dueling.
  Aha! They killed each other in a political Hamilton-Burr-type  face-off, I thought.
  I was wrong.
  I Googled Edward and found his grave in Charleston and some details of his death. He was only 29 when he died in a duel with the son of the Intendent of Charleston.
  Well, I had to leave that briefly to find out what an Intendent was.
  Charleston was the only city in America to have an Intendent. It was another word for mayor, so the mayor of Charleston’s son killed at S.C. House member in a duel.
  Edward was a graduate of Yale and left a wife and two small children. The story did not say why they were dueling.
  The House published a discourse on the two deceased members. It said my Grandpa Archy was a good, likeable man. He must not have been likeable to at least one person.
  I have only found one of the pages of the paper, so far. I want to know more.
  Imagine, two members of the S.C. House died in separate duels in the same month.
  Archy was the son of Revolutionary War hero, Col. James Mayson, my fifth great-grandfather. So esteemed was Col. Mayson that his remains, and his wife’s,  were moved from their original burial spot to the Star Fort battlefield in Ninety Six, where a bronze plaque marks the spot.
  It’s 17-miles way and I’ve never seen it.
  Hey! Another road trip!


  Super Bowl hero Julian Edelman has been the “toast of the town,” since he was named most valuable player for his performance as a member of the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl.
  He’s been on every TV talk show. He even let Ellen shave his beard on her program.
  No one seems to care that Julian missed the first four games of the season for testing positive for performance enhancement drugs, PEDs.
  That just shows you the difference in professional sports.
  If baseball players test positive for PEDs, they have to miss at least 50 games. J-Lo’s boyfriend Alex Rodriguez had to miss an entire season.
  Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire and Roger Clemens, who all have spectacular records, have been shut out of the Hall for Fame, because they allegedly took PEDs. Yes, allegedly. There is no proof.
  But, if you take PEDs in professional football, you miss a handful of games, and get the opportunity to be the MVP in the Super Bowl and go to Disney World.


  I got new eyeglasses Friday.
  The last pair I got was from Dr. Bob Rollings, so it has been a few years since I’ve had new glasses.
  Because it has been so long since I’ve had new glasses, my eyes had to adjust to the new progressive lenses, even though I have been wearing progressive lenses since 1995.
  My first problem came when I missed the step-down at the front door coming out of the doctor’s office. I held tightly to the handrails coming down the steps.
  I was able to finish my day at work with no problem. When I got home I immediately noticed how much clearer the television and my iPad screens were. The colors jumped out.
  I could read “Entertainment Weekly,” without having to download it to my iPad, so I could enlarge the type.
  Walking was another thing, however.
  I went out to walk a mile around the pond,, and I was all over the place. I stayed as far away from the edge of the water as possible.
  I wrote about that on Facebook.
  The next day, my walking was better. I saw Jamie at the pond  and he recalled the first time our Daddy Shake got bifocals.
  Daddy and Jamie went hunting soon after he got the new glasses. They were walking in a field, and Jamie suddenly realized Daddy wasn't with him.
  Jamie turned and walked back and found Daddy at the bottom of a ditch. Not being used to the bifocals, he had walked straight into the chasm. I can't print what Daddy said about his new glasses.
  I was the same way with my first pair. The worst experience was climbing up the stairs in the upperdeck at Williams-Brice. The steps were not where they were supposed to be.
  I had adjusted well to my new glasses, until I went to church Sunday morning.
  Another place, another adjustment. For those who don’t wear bifocals or progressive lenses, your eyes have to learn when to look up and when to look down.
  My new glasses have bigger lenses than my last four pairs, so that has taken some getting used to.
  I’m getting there. I’m enjoying seeing better. Now, if I can just learn to walk.....