Archive for March, 2011

Trinity United Methodist Church, Lenoir City, TN

March 30, 2011

This photo ties into an earlier post about the church I grew up in. The photo was taken on August 10, 1986, at the church homecoming. The brick building across the street was Nichols Elementary School, which was the school I attended.


It’s Kitten Season!

March 28, 2011

Special delivery!

Last week, a woman walked into the vet’s office where I work.  She carried a small box that made squeaking noises, like a newborn kitten.  Inside, the box, nestled into some bedding, was a very hungry little kitten, eyes not open and umbilical cord still attached. 

The woman works at the local prison, and someone (worker? inmate?) found this little baby outside at the prison.  The woman took the baby to the local shelter, who told her they could not help her because they did not have a nursing mother, but they could put it to sleep for her.  That did not seem like a good option for her – after all, why save a life only to have it “humanely” ended? 

I asked her if she wanted to keep it, and she looked horrified and said that she already had too many animals.  (Are you kidding me?  I’ll show you too many animals…)  I told her that I would take the kitten and figure something out.  I usually travel with dried kitten/puppy formula in the car, but this time I didn’t have any, so I headed over to the feed and seed store.  I called a local rescue organization “Brooke’s Haven” located at Brooke’s Bed & Biscuit, and Brooke said they DID have a nursing mother, and said to bring the kitten ASAP. 

I drove the baby over at lunch time, after carrying it around all morning wrapped in swaddling clothes and feeding it formula with a 1cc syringe.  That baby was hungry and she ate every time I offered food to her.  After feeding a newborn in the absence of a mother, you must stimulate the baby’s ability to relieve itself of waste, which is accomplished by taking a cloth and rubbing the baby’s rear end.  Otherwise, waste builds up and poisons the body.  Eventually, the baby develops enough to be able to handle this chore easily. 

This baby is wrapped up in a cloth in an effort to keep her body temperature up.  When she was found, she was cold and they thought she was dead.  When they picked her up and held her, she started moving.  It’s hard to walk away from something like that, and if you don’t know what to do, it’s best to get help.  It’s called “networking”. 

So the baby has networked herself into a better situation.  Cross your fingers.

(4/11/11:  So sad.  Didn’t make it.)

A Tree Goes Topless

March 27, 2011

Today it looked like the storm would slide north of here. 

It. Did. Not.



The super-zoom vision on the dandy new Canon camera shows where one fork of the two-tined top of the tree used to live.


The tree in the middle of the photo is the one missing part of itself.


It smells like turpentine around here.


Trinity United Methodist Church, Lenoir City, TN

March 23, 2011

Today’s historical highlight is done in part to thin out some of my stash of papers from my mother’s house, and also in part to provide some info for some nice Wilson folks from Thomson, Georgia.  They are connected to Mr. Z. B. Wilson who married Willie Rice Browder.  If you are not interested in the history of the oldest church in Lenoir City, Tennessee, then just move along.  Nothing to see here.

The cover of the church bulletin


Thanks to those of you who hung on to the end!


A Poem for a Mother

March 23, 2011

My godmother was Irma Young Jaques.  One of Irma’s older sisters was Nellie who married Augustus Hudson.  Nellie and Augustus had two daughters, Margaret and Hilda.  While working on a family tree for Irma’s family, I came across a poem that Margaret wrote for Mother’s Day in memory of her mother.  You see, Margaret’s mother Nellie died when Margaret was about five years old. 

(This was in the Trinity United Methodist Church bulletin in May, 1983.)


Well, Now, That Makes Sense

March 22, 2011

Back in the day, I searched out genealogy records using the library, books, microfilm, and microfiche. I made copious copies of things even remotely related. For instance, on my father’s side, some Wilkins person married some Rawls person.

Last night, while looking for some stuff relating to Miss Willie, I found the following copy…

Monday June 1st 1844

It appearing to the satisfaction of the court from the examination of testimony and an inspection of the person that John W. Wilkins at this time a citizen of Henry County is insane pauper and that he has no Estate to support himself but that he is entirely destitute of any means of support and without any family or commission within the knowledge of this court.  It is ordered by the court that these facts be certified and that the sheriff of Henry County deliver the said John W. Wilkins to the keeper of the Lunatic Hospital at Nashville forthwith.


I can say that I am not descended from this person.  But honestly?  I had always thought the insanity came from my mother’s side.



Cheryl the Feral

March 20, 2011

The latest round of feral-cat-naming started with Alice, the feline leukemia positive kitten that lives indoors with me in a 31′ RV. The next was Baby, the little baby that appeared in last fall in November 2010 at the feral cat feeding station in the woods.

Now we have letter “C” to introduce, and we have none other than Cheryl the Feral.  She’s the cat that I trapped last August, then I let go when I realized that she was a nursing mother.  She went back into the trap about two weeks ago, and now has been spayed, vaccinated, and released back to the feral cat station.  No pictures of the event due to recent camera complications, which have now been resolved.

And next, letter “D”.  No one is trapped yet, but in the interest of future planning, how about “Darrell”, then “Errol”, then “Ferrell”, then “Gerald”, then “Harold”, then… then… I’m stuck on “I”.


Old Chehaw Landing in Colleton County, SC

March 19, 2011

Random picture of old house on the way to the landing.

I haven’t posted many photos lately because there’s been a problem with the camera.  At first, I thought it was a problem with the operator – again – but no.  It’s actually the camera this time.

Sugar decided that it was time for a new camera.  So, after much hemming and hawing and discussions of pixels and zoom and batteries and memory chips, we chose a Canon. 
I love me some Canon.  My first camera love in my latest life was a Canon.  Sugar loves HP, but HP was not available.  We’re pretty low-tech, camera-wise.  We just want some decent photos of history and houses and cats and water.  This little beaut does 16.0 mega pixels with a 5X optical zoom, and it did not let us down.
We had decided that we wanted to go back to the Chehaw Landing for photos.  Oh. my. goodness.  What a perfect day for photo-making.

The view from the car


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John Ester and Tula Irene

March 16, 2011

A group of Rawls and Hedges people, date unknown, probably in Henry County, a county in the western part of Tennessee.

My father’s father John Ester Rawls is second from the left.  His wife Tula Irene Hedges Rawls is seated in the center of the photo to his immediate left.  The woman next to Tula looks like she could be a sister to her.  The man on the right, I believe, could be Jewell Hedges.  (Update 4/19/11 – yes!  It’s Jewel Burgess Hedges, the brother of Tula Irene Hedges Rawls.  Jewel and Tula’s mother was Martha Demaris Burgess Hedges.  Their father was John “Jack” Newton Hedges.)  I have no clue who the woman on the far left is. 

What’s the occasion?  Fiftieth wedding anniversary?  If that’s true, the photo was probably taken during the 1950’s.  Y’all feel free to comment.  Mysteries are not solved without networking.


In Search of History and She-crab Soup, Part 6

March 11, 2011

The William Rhett House


This house, built ca. 1712,

is believed to be one

of the oldest houses in

Charleston.  It was built

for William Rhett (1666-

1723), a merchant, sea

captain, militia officer,

and speaker of the Commons

House of Assembly famous

for capturing the pirate

Steed Bonnet.  In 1807

Christopher Fitzsimons

(d. 1825), a merchant and

planter, bought the house,

renovating and enlarging

it and adding its piazzas.



Where's the front door?


Over the wall on the left side of the house


The hitching posts and the step for climbing into the carriage.


The right front corner of the house


Custom ironwork


This residence was constructed by

Col. William Rhett (1666-1722), a prominent Charleston merchant

and colonial militia leader.  In 1706 he led a small fleet

of local ships that repulsed a combined French and

Spanish invasion of the city.  Rhett is perhaps best remembered for

his capture of the pirate Stede Bonnet in 1718.

Considered one of the oldest houses in Charleston, this two story

stuccoed brick residence was originally squarish in plan, a layout

typical of early Charleston houses.  An addition on the northwest

side as well as the east and west piazzas, by which the house is now

entered from Hasell Street, were added in the early 19th century.

When constructed, the house was located outside the city limits

on a portion of land known as the Point Plantation.  After Rhett

acquired the property in 1707 he renamed the twenty eight acres

surrounding the house “Rhettsbury”, a name that was still in use

when the area was later subdivided for his granddaughters,

Susannah Hasell Quince and Mary Hasell Ancrum.

In 1807 the property was purchased by Christopher Fitzsimmons,

a wealthy wharf owner.  His grandson, Wade Hampton, III

(1818-1902), Confederate Lieutenant General, Governor

of South Carolina (1876-1879), and United States Senator

(1879-1891) was born in the house in 1818.

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And that’s our day trip in search of history and she-crab soup.  Whew!  History is hard work.