P.O. Box 668
Saluda, SC 29138
Phone 864 445-2527
Fax 864 445-8679
BY RALPH SHEALY
Sometimes you can have lapses with a pocketknife.
I carry a pocketknife every day, except to church. I figure that’s one place I don’t need it.
Like everyone who carries a knife, I’ve suffered through some self inflicted nicks and cuts, all of them the result of stupidity, through the years.
“Did I do that?,” as Urkel used to ask.
My worst accident occurred when I was a boy on the farm.
Daddy caught me with a pocketknife I wasn’t supposed to have.
Instead of taking it away from me, he told me to put it in my pocket and not play with it.
He hopped on a tractor to plow a field, and as soon as he was out of sight....
I still wear the scar on my thigh. I was whittling a stick and missed. I covered the slice, which should have gotten stitches, with a leaf. Daddy never knew.
I don’t know how I managed to hide the cut from my parents, but I did.
Now that I have reached the point of maturity, 65, I should be over knife accidents. Nope.
Last Wednesday morning, about the time I was leaving for work, I decided to sharpen my knife with a hand held sharpener.
I held the sharpener wrong, and quickly found out the knife did not need sharpening. I sliced my ring finger and my pinky.
They were glorified paper cuts, but they drew blood and the pinky finger kept bleeding.
To show how often I need a band aid, I opened a box Snap Miller gave to Jamie when Jamie coached little league about 30 years ago. The box is still almost full.
I didn’t take an extra band aid to work, so I stopped and bought a box to put on fresh bandages after I finished delivering the papers.
Later, I went upstairs in the shop to a put a cup of coffee in the microwave.
On the way down, I spilled the boiling water on the same two fingers I cut.
I guess I cauterized them, because they didn’t bleed anymore.
Never a dull moment!
WAIT TILL NEXT YEAR!
I’m a big fan of “The Walking Dead,” and I fully expected to see one of the leading characters get killed off by Negan Sunday night.
A character did get killed, but we didn’t get to see who bought the farm. So, fans will have to speculate until next fall.
I’m a fan of the “Game of Thrones,” too, and in the final episode last year, we saw Jon Snow get stabbed by a roomful of men and boys. He fell to the ground, but we don’t know if he died. Stranger things have happened.
So, Thrones’ fans have been speculating for months on whether Jon died or not. We’ll find out at the end of this month. Maybe.
Dead had an episode earlier where it appeared Glenn had died. Instead of letting the viewers find out the following week, the showrunners milked it for about a month, when we found out Glenn did not die. He crawled under a green box and was saved.
According to the “Walking Dead” comic book, which I’ve never read, it is Glenn who is killed by Negan, but the TV series doesn’t always follow the comics.
Old-timers, remember the “Who Shot J.R.?” episode that set the all-time ratings record at the time? The “Dallas” season ended with J.R. getting shot. All summer fans and magazines were guessing. There was no social media or internet back then.
The season began in the fall and the nation found out Sue Ellen’s sister, who’s name escapes me, but she was played by Bing Crosby’s daughter, was the shooter.
I guess the cliffhangers make it fun for some, but I would be happy not to wait!
I YELLED OUT LOUD
The National Championship game ended too late for me to writen anYthing. All I can say is, “Wow!”
Frontis Hawkins died at the age of 96 early Monday morning.
He had done his duty on this earth and was ready to go home.
Throughout my life he was “Mr. Emory Church.”
He was my Sunday School teacher when I was as teenager.
This led him to make the fateful mistake of serving as one of the chaperones for the Emory MYF’s first and last week-long trip to the beach in 1965.
Frontis was fair skinned, so when we went to the beach he wore a long sleeved khaki shirt, long khaki pants and a pith helmet.
We called him “Bwana John” behind his back, but he did not get sunburned like the rest of us.
He was a loyal member of the choir for over 50 years, and was our church historian.
He knew who was buried in every grave in the cemetery and he knew every location. There are over 600 graves.
When he took up residency at Saluda Nursing Center, he still attended Emory Church every Sunday, thanks to church members who picked him up.
He was devoted to our church, as he was to the American Legion, where, as a World War II veteran, he served as adjutant for 34 years, or as he was to the Historical Society, or as he was to the library, etc.
The list of what he did for our community goes on and on. He did these things out of love.
Frontis was one of a kind, and he’ll be greatly missed by all who knew him.
“Well done, good and faithful servant. You have earned your seat in Heaven.”
A few days prior to Frontis’ passing, our community lost another beloved member, Kathleen Todd.
As the wife of Boyce Todd, she was “First Lady” of Saluda High School while he was principal, and of District One while he was superintendent.
She probably knew the names of most of the students in the school system, and cared about every one of them.
Mrs. Kathleen had a great personality and was always smiling. She was “veteran” of Saluda’s bridge clubs.
Like Frontis at Emory, Mrs. Kathleen was devoted to Saluda Presbyterian Church, where she was a founding member.
She, too, was a good a faithful servant, who will be greatly missed.
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