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Thanksgiving Is
Time of Blessing
The smell of the turkey in
the oven, the gathering of fam-
ily not so often seen, and the
sounds of children playing in
the just fallen leaves are just
some of the things that make up
Thanksgiving Day.
As we enjoy all the blessings
of such an occasion, may we be
reminded of what it is all about.
It began in the year 1623
when Governor William
Bradford issued a
Thanksgiving proclamation.
Some of that proclamation said,
"Inasmuch as the great Father
has given us this year an abun-
dant harvest...and has granted
unto us freedom to worship God
according to the dictates of our
own conscience...do gather at
ye meeting house on ye hill
between the hours of 9 and 12
in the daytime on Thursday,
November ye 29...there to lis-
ten to ye pastor and render
thanksgiving to ye almighty
God."
These folks did meet, they
did enjoy a bountiful meal and
they did render thanks to
Almighty God.
........ When wg meal °fellowship,
and eat;"/na'W remember to
give thanks to Almighty God.
Psalm 100:4 says, "Enter into
his gates with thanksgiving, and
into his courts with praise: be
ye thankful unto him, and bless
his name."
We live in such an hour when
much trial and tribulation is
upon us, but we can always give
thanks. Paul said in I
Thessalonians 5:18, "In every-
thing give thanks: for this is the
will of God in Christ Jesus con-
cerning you."
It is easy to give thanks for
the good things that take place
in our lives, but according to the
Bible, we can give thanks for
the not so good things that hap-
pen in our lives.
As I look back in my life,
there is an abundance of things
that command my thanksgiving
to Almighty God.
These feeble words would
fall woefully short, not only in
naming those things which com-
pel me to be thankful, but the
words can in no way adequate-
ly do the job.
But for now there are three
that I feel like must be men-
tioned here.
First, my salvation compels
me to be thankful.
If not for the offering on
Calvary's tree, this human being
would find himself in hell.
Second, my family compels me
to be thankful.
Thirty months ago, I told
them we were moving to
Hogansville, Georgia.
My wife was settled, my
boys had friends, and my pal<
ents had grandchildren rela-
tively close by, but God had
moved us.
They offered no complaints,
only support.
Finally, the wonderful
church God gave me to pastor
commands my thanksgiving.
Upon moving to town, we
were treated as if we had been
born and raised here.
I am thankful for Antioch
Baptist Church.
Upon close examination, all
are compelled to offer thanks:
giving to the loving Heavenly
Father.
On this great day in the life
of our country, may I extend to
you, Antioch Baptist Church
and to the citizens of
Hogansville, the sincerest of
Thanksgiving wishes. HAPPY
THANKSGIVING.
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When Jets Nearly Buzzed Moreland
(written in 1990)
Now here's my little home-
town of Moreland, 40 miles south
and 50 years from Atlanta. It is
still a village of maybe 400, and
it still doesn't have a traffic light
and it doesn't want one.
Oh, there's been a little
progress since I left dear
Moreland nearly 30 years ago.
There's a new brick post
office, for instance, that succeeds
the old wooden one.
Somebody even built a couple
of tennis courts in Moreland and
there actually is a Moreland exit
sign on Interstate 85, which
missed my hometown by three
miles to the north.
Still, after all these years,
Moreland has remained a quiet
little blip on the map, a haven for
those who have no use for city
lights.
SO YOU CAN imagine just
how shocked I was after reading
a letter I received from Alan E.
Thomas, who works in Atlanta.
Alan E. Thomas wrote to tell
me that he and his wife have spent
the last three years constructing
a new farm home in Moreland.
"Like so many others," he
wrote, "we're leaving city life and
beginning to experience the won-
ders of the country.
"At night we can step out on
the deck and actually see stars
again and hear the crickets, frogs
and whippoorwills and spot herds
of deer crossing from one tree
cluster to another."
Ah, such splendor. Such
peace.
But Alan E. Thomas and his
wife and other Moreland citizens
suddenly are faced with a prob-
lem I never thought could hap-
pen there.
Jet noise.
I can recall the noise of freight
trains rumbling through
Moreland nights during my child-
hood, and once a local turkey
farmer got upset because he said
the Baptist church's chimes made
his turkeys nervous. But jet
noise? Alan E. Thomas writes that
the Coweta County Airport
Authority wants to expand its lit-
tle facility, which sits just on the
outskirts of Moreland, so it can
accommodate corporate jets.
Corporate jets? I doubt any cor-
porate jets would land there to do
any business in Moreland. There
is the expanding county seat of
Newnan nearby, but any corpo-
rate jets with business in Newnan
simply could land at Hartsfield.
It's only 25 miles away.
ALAN E. THOMAS wants to
be able to continue hearing the
rural night sounds and not have
them drowned out by the menac-
"Governmental red
tape and bureaucrat-
ic bumfuzzle strikes
again."
ing roar of a jet engine.
He and others have suggest-
ed a new airport be built some-
where else.
But the airport authority has
explained that the Federal
Aviation Administration will
grant funds for a runway exten-
sion but not for a completely new
airport.
Governmental red tape and
bureaucratic bumfuzzle strike:.
again.
Mr. Thomas has suggested I
become an ally in the fight against
jet noise in Moreland, and I assure
him he now can count me on his
side.
Moreland and Newnan need
a place for jets to take off
land like they need a subwaYl
tion, and rural nights should!
belong to the crickets,
whippoorwills.
Fight like hell, my
quiet.
Once that's lost, God
a traffic light is sure to
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Remembering Mama and Thanksgiving
(Editor's note: The foUowing
column first appeared in The
Opelika-Auburn News on
Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 22,
1973. It won first place for Best
Column in the Alabama Press
Association contest, which
should make it worth a rerun
27 years later) '
My grandmother was born
100 years ago this autumn, in
the October before
Thanksgiving Day, 1873. Just 10
years earlier, President
Abraham Lincoln officially pro-
claimed the last Thursday of
November as a national day of
"thanksgiving, and praise to our
beneficent Father."
Before Lincoln's proclama-
tion -- which may be one of his
lesser known legacies --
Thanksgiving was observed
only in certain states, the cus-
tom having spread from its tra-
ditional roots in Massachusetts
and New England.
The southern states, which
were among the earliest to
adopt Christmas as an official
holiday (Alabama was the first),
were slower to recognize
Thanksgiving.
Lincoln's first Day of
Thanksgiving came in the
depths of the Civil War, and
there were few homes in the
nation which did not have more
cause for sorrow than thanks-
giving in 1863.
Ten years later when my
grandmother was a newborn
baby in the small village of
Welcome near Newnan, Ga.,
there was still little reason for
thanksgiving in most southern
homes.
The bitter war was over but
the harsh aftermath was still
raging, and the south's econo-
my was shattered. Even today
the scars are not completely
healed over.
PONDERING THE PROB-
LEMS and tribulations of
Thanksgiving, 1973, I thought
back to that year my grand-
mother was born, and wondered
what southerners eouldllave
been thankful for as her:il0
life began.
She lived through the 84
most tumultuous and important
years of mankind's history. But
in that bleak November, her par-
ent must have worried if their
newborn would even survive
the coming winter.
They faced a fuel shortage,
just as we do. But the differ-
ence was monumental. It was
not a question of being able to
put up with a room temperature
of 68 degrees. It was a matter
of keeping the drafty houses
from being as cold as the below-
freezing temperature outside.
There was no worry about
gas rationing because there
were no ,cars; no paved road to
the nearest town; no TV to bring
the bad news, and only an occa-
sional newspaper which might
tell of wars in Europe and scan-
dals in Washington.
Yes, in that year of 1873, U.S.
Grant was in the first year of
his second term, and revela-
tions of unparalleled corruption
in federal government were
coming to light.
SO, I'M THANKFUL to be
celebrating Thanksgiving in the
year of Our Lord 1973, the best
of years in the best of possible
worlds, in the best section of
the best nation.
I'm thankful that folks like
my grandmother and her gen-
eration became glad to be
Americans and that they
refused to let the bitterness,
deprivation and disaipoint-
ments of the "late unpleasant-
ness" keep them from achiev-
ing the dream that was their
destiny...
I'm thankful today for the
chance to stay cool instead of
cold; to be able to ride instead
of walk; to have your loved ones
a moment away through the
magic of the telephone; to be
able to turn on a light instead
of light a .candle; to be able to
cure a little girl's virus with a
small- pill;
I'm thankful that the
American dream is possible
today for more people than ever
before; I'm thankful that the
roses are,within reach even if
there are still thorns that must
be risked to pluck them;
I'm thankful this
Thanksgiving that for the first
time in many years that no
, Americans are on battlefields
which could become their
graves... But I'm also thankful
that America is strong enough
to be a peacemaker as well as
a warmaker...
I'm thankful that I haven't
yet heard the sweetest song, or
seen the loveliest valley, or wit-
nessed the perfect performance
by an artist. I'm thankful to still
be looking...
I'm thankful for
which can be fondled in
memory, which helpfully
the chaff from the wheat..
thankful for today, which i
compelling opportunity
and I'm thankful for
promise and hope
I'm thankful for the
that provide shade and
and newsprint, and I'm
ful for newspapers
reflection of the world
them, and thus include
along with the facts.
with the compassion, and
ocrity with magnificence ....
are quiet and considerate
your privacy...
I'm thankful as always
wife who is prettier today
in any of the other 20
46) we've belonged to
other, and for our three
dren, which are the
tant achievements
bring to pass, whatever
station in life...
AND I'M
that grandmother,
years ago in a world
by 1973 standards,
quite likely thankful
adult Thanksgiving
the same essentials her
son deems important...
In her 84 years, she
travelled more than 100
from the place of
in life, like raising
grandchildren, cooking,
sewing, and she never
many of the less
things such as how to
type, or earn a living
outside her home.
She taught me not
live, but the way I should
I hope my g
remember me as fondly.
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Holiday Favorite Food for Thought
I never ate a sweet potato I
didn't like.
Turkey and green beans (my
children's favorites) are foods
from the Americas. My own
Thanksgiving favorite, the sweet
potato--or as some call it, the
yam-is another New World food.
Growing up with the great-
est cook in the world, we learned
early to eat pretty much every-
thing. In the blending of French,
Italian, Creole and Cajun,
though, there was always true
"Southern cooking," which
involved sweet potatoes.
Mama fixed them french
fried for breakfast with cinna-
mon and brown sugar. For other
meals, she baked, boiled or can-
died them with marshmallows,
made mouth-watering pies and
also sweet-potato chips. We also
ate many cold sweet potatoes as
a snack after getting in from
school.
My favorites, however, were
the sweet-potato surprises. They
were made from baked sweet
potatoes that Mama mashed with
spices and rolled into golf-ball-
size pieces. A depression with
her thumb into the ball gave the
right amount of space to insert
one or two miniature marshmal-
lows.
Mama then reformed the
ball, rolled it in fresh-grated
coconut and chopped pecans and
baked it until the outside was
crusty and the marshmallow
melted inside.
We called our sweetpotatoes
yams because the variety we
grew was the Puerto Rican type
that was moist-fleshed and very
sweet. The name "sweet potato"
and "yam" has been used inter-
changeably over the years.
Actually, the African word
nyami, referring to the starchy,
edible root of the Dioscorea
genus of plants, was adopted in
its English form, yam.
This plant has '
non-sweet tuber
moist fleshed sweet
National Societ3
Science now refers to
as sweetpotato-one
dictionaries still list it
words).
The sweet potato is
carbohydrates and
has an abundance of
cook the leaves like
besides eating
wonderful we
them into
people.
As you enjoy
dinner, just think of the
sweet potatoes have
lives over the globe.