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never forget 9-11

NO FAMILY
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Combatting Breast Cancer
SURVIVING A
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The Story of Joan (Berry) Hale
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Re-enacting Combat Rescues
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During a stroke,
every minute
matters.
2,000,000 brain cells die every minute when you have a stroke.
That’s why getting medical attention fast is critical. Now, you can count on
Piedmont Henry Hospital as a certified Primary Stroke Center — offering
complete stroke and post-stroke care, close to home.
Know the signs and act F.A.S.T.
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Face – Look for an uneven smile
Arm – Check if one arm is weak
Speech – Listen for slurred speech
Time – Call 911 at the first sign
Learn more about our stroke services at piedmonthenry.org
© 2013 Piedmont Healthcare 03378-0713
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AT OUR URGENT CARE CENTERS,
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50 Never Forget 9-11
profiles
46 Sky Soldiers
9 From Small Beginnings to the Big Apple
48 On Surviving a Plane Crash
10 Chosen for a Better Path
11 Food Depot - Henry is Success
12 No Family History
14 Young Impressionist: Dalton Bates
education
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The Purpose of Education
community
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Your story : Julie Espinosa
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Lawnmower Racing
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The Wheels on the Bus
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SPIRITUAL
Storm Proof Your Life
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NON-PROFIT
Building Dreams One Home at a Time
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HISTORY
A Real Class Act - McDonough Class of
48 Celebrates 65 Years!
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FICTION STORY
Train Wrecked
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Elder Family Westward Ho!
©2013 Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta, Inc. All rights reserved.
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Brittany Glynn
JD Hardin
Justin Harley
Diane Ide
Dusty McDaniels
Dondra Tolerson
Laura Turner
Jeff Wells
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THE DANCE THEATRE OF HARLEM WAS FOUNDED
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Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives
put us directly on the path to the best things that
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in 1969 by Arthur Mitchell and Karel Shook. It has been held in high
esteem all these years with the New York Times calling it “one of
ballet’s most exciting undertakings.” The multifaceted organization
encompasses: a performing ensemble, a leading arts education
center and Dancing Through Barriers (a national/international
educational community outreach program). Dance Theatre of
Harlem is known for setting new standards in the performing arts
and is a globally acclaimed dance institute. Only the best of the best
are accepted into their school and programs. According to Dance
Theatre of Harlem…. Henry County’s own Chaise Jones, is one of the
best!
This past spring Chaise, 13, was notified she had been selected
to participate in the Theatre of Harlem’s 2013 Summer Intensive
program. “When I heard the news, I was so excited and shocked
because the audition was very difficult.” Chaise recalled, “there were
a lot of other girls that I thought were really good and I was proud
of myself for making it.” For Chaise, preparation for her audition
required both mental focus as well as being physically prepared. “I
told myself to do my best and stay confident.”
The Summer Intensive consisted of a diverse curriculum with
a focus on classical ballet and allied disciplines designed to teach
students dance theory and how to become technically stronger
dancers. Chaise enjoyed the experience of learning new techniques,
meeting other young dancers, and the overall atmosphere of New
York. The four week program began in July and consisted of a
rigorous five day a week schedule. The participants also had time
for educational field trips to see some of New York City’s landmarks
and sites.
Chaise’s journey leading up to this prestigious invitation began
eight years ago when her parents enrolled her in ballet class. She
still remembers her first experience at the ballet barre. As Chaise
continued to show interest in dance, her parents continued to
enrolled her for further lessons year after year. She became serious
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about dance around the age of 9. As her skills began to sharpen, she
realized she had true talent.
Her mother, Myla Jones, shared a humorous story of how Chaise
would announce time limits each year of how long she intended to
dance. “When she was 7 years old, she announced she was going to
dance until she was 9. When she was 8, she announced she would
dance until she was 10. Finally at the age of 9, the announcements
stopped and it became apparent that dancing had become a longterm interest.”
Myla shared another touching story about Chaise that embodies
a bit of irony regarding her feet. Chaise arrived unexpectedly two
months before her due date. As a preemie, she was monitored in
the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) where she underwent a
multitude of tests. “The medical staff had to continually draw blood
from her feet to run the tests,” said Myla. “Her feet were bruised and
sensitive. Even after her discharge, she didn’t want anyone to touch
her feet and would pull away at the slightest touch.” Myla recalls how
distressing it was when she wanted to try and comfort Chaise. “It
really bothered me at the time,” she said, “but now she dances on the
same feet that she didn’t want anyone to touch.”
Since the age of 6, Chaise has been a student at Gift of Dance Studio
in McDonough, Georgia, owned and directed by Keila Harvey.
Presently Chaise dedicates around 10 hours per week to practicing
her craft. In addition to her classes in ballet/pointe, jazz, tap, lyrical
and hip hop….she is part of the competition team.
The invitation to the Big Apple has been one of many rewards
Chaise has received for her hard work. But Chaise’s passion for
dance does not overshadow her ability to focus on her studies. She
has received many academic kudos, too, including: the All ‘A’ Honor
Roll, President’s Education Award for Academic Excellence….and a
perfect score in Reading on the CRCT for the second year in a row!
Chaise plans to pursue a degree in the medical field after high school
- and, of course, continue to pursue her passion for dance.
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“I knew immediately that I was paralyzed.” In one
ominous moment, Bill Renje’s life was changed.
“The difference is what you do after a traumatic
event,” says Bill.
His story begins in an unremarkable way. Good kid from
a supportive, average middle class family - with two younger
brothers. Bill gets involved with the wrong crowd and makes poor
choices. “When I was in Junior High just outside Chicago, IL, I
was not a leader. I was a follower and gradually became involved
with marijuana when I was an eighth grader. And from there, I was
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experimenting with cocaine, crack and LSD by the time I was a
senior in High School.”
The bad decisions, poor choices and compromises came to a head
in 1989. At the age of 17, in the early morning hours of June 17, Bill
and a friend went to a house to make a drug deal. But when they
drove up to the drug house, to their surprise, they showed up in the
middle of a police raid.
Fearful and shocked, his friend stopped the car; but an armed police
officer ran up to the passenger side of the car screaming at Bill to
open the door and get out of the car. Bill’s friend, scared and already
intoxicated, decided to flee the area. As he drove away, he bumped
into the officer’s handgun. The officer’s handgun discharged as it
was bumped by the car. The bullet went through the window and
into Bill’s spinal cord. In a flash of light, Bill was paralyzed and
everything in his life changed.
Bill was not charged with a crime, but he received a life sentence of
a different kind. As a result of his gunshot accident, he was diagnosed
as a quadriplegic. He had paralysis of his entire body below the neck.
Now Bill had the choice of moving forward through the tough road
ahead or giving up. “I went through all the emotions and sensations
of feeling sorry for myself, but it did not last long because of the love
of my family and friends. Their support helped me pull through and
I did not want to disappoint them. They gave me strength and I felt
obligated to do right for them,” says Bill. “In therapy I learned to
take care of myself; to bathe, put on my clothes, even to drive. I did
not want to be dependent on others.”
Bill decided early on that he would live, really live... and do
everything he could to have a normal life. He went on to college
and while there began playing Rugby for his college team. That
was not all. He earned a B.A. in Sociology and a Master’s degree
in Journalism. After graduating from college, he moved to Florida
because he could continue playing Rugby, since the weather was
milder than in Chicago. He proved to have the skills and passion
for the sport and in 1996 he was selected for the US National Team
in the Paralympics. Competing with his team in Atlanta, GA, they
won the gold medal for their efforts. He was also part of the Team
USA that won gold in the Rugby World Championships in 1998.
Finally, a third gold medal was earned in Sidney, Australia in the
2000 games while playing for Team USA.
Bill returned to Florida where he found a treasure greater than
any gold medal when he met and married his wife Amy. Their life
together blossomed and extended to include three precious children:
Nico, Noah and Dani Rae. Bill shines when he talks about his family.
“I want to have an impact with my family, with people in general and
share with them what God has done with me and for me.”
Since joining the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, Bill speaks at
schools and camps almost every day, inspiring and impacting the
lives of young people with his story. He has written a book about
his story titled A Chosen Bullet, to help others overcome traumatic
events and make better choices in life. Bill has never looked back
wishing for a different turn of events. “After I was paralyzed, the Lord
put me on a better path; I have no regrets or wished for a different
life.” On that fateful night, Bill was chosen by a bullet, and then God
chose him for a mission.
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on their homes and a small loan from a local bank.
Their business philosophy of recycling and repurposing is a natural
by-product of their upbringing. Mr. Taylor reflects, “I grew up in
Locust Grove where my parents struggled to make a meager living
providing for us kids. I learned the value of hard work from them.”
With a smile, Mr. Taylor unashamedly reports that he began working
in a local grocery store at age 13. He says, “I continued working
throughout my high school years. After graduating from Henry
County High School, I attended Georgia State College where I earned
a degree in Business Administration.” After college, he continued
gaining experience in the grocery industry by working for a chain
named Big Apple. Mr. Johnson has a similar story.
In the early ‘70s, the two became more acquainted and learned they
shared a similar dream of owning their own store. Both men believed
they could put their skills to better use working for themselves.
That’s when they started looking for their first store and found the
Stockbridge location.
The partners have implemented a business plan focused on two key
components: customer satisfaction and employee development. Mr.
Taylor reveals that “from the beginning, we have focused on providing
quality products for budget-conscious consumers. By focusing on
staple items, including fresh produce and meats, Food Depot strives
to keep prices lower than our competition.” By avoiding the costly
additions of an in-store bakery, pharmacy, and other non-essentials,
Mr. Taylor says that Food Depot is able to remain very competitive.
Mr. Taylor is equally proud of the employees at Food Depot.
He brags that many of his employees have worked at Food Depot
for years and “their commitment to the company and serving its
customers is crucial to Food Depot’s growth and success.” After
learning about Employee Stock Option Plans (ESOPs) in the early
‘90’s, the two partners decided to implement the program at Food
Depot. Now, the company is completely owned by the employees,
who are rewarded with additional stock ownership with each year of
continued service with the company.
Mr. Taylor and Mr. Johnson have remained friends for 38 years
and continue to work together. They each have family members who
work for Food Depot.
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ONE OF MY FAVORITE WEEKEND ACTIVITIES
these days is to dine at locally owned restaurants in quaint,
refurbished buildings with unique characteristics. These
establishments usually have a story to tell and an owner
with an appreciation for history and a love for people.
These eateries frequently showcase rescued vintage items
giving them a second chance as up-cycled art. Up-cylcing
is transforming abandoned items into something useful
rather than throwing them away or tearing them down.
Lately, the idea of up-cycling older buildings for restaurants and
boutiques has gained in popularity -- even outside the perimeter.
However, for two thriving Stockbridge businessmen, the idea of
finding older buildings and giving them new life has proven to be a
model for success for decades.
Gerald Taylor and Raymond Johnson are the founding partners
of a growing, independent grocery chain known as Food Depot.
Despite having 38 locations and 2,200 employees, Food Depot has
never opened a store in a newly constructed building. The company
always seeks out a building abandoned by another grocery store and
vigorously negotiates to lease the space for their next location. As
you might expect, they also buy used equipment whenever possible.
The two Henry County natives made a bold move in 1975 when
they decided to leave their jobs, pool all of their money, and risk
everything to acquire a grocery store adjacent to the railroad tracks
in Stockbridge. As young entrepreneurs with plenty of desire but
limited resources, they purchased this struggling country market
from the bankruptcy trustee, using proceeds from second mortgages
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Even with the facts right in front of me, it was unbelievable that I
could actually have cancer in my breast. I was never sick and hardly
ever missed a day of work. Yet, now strangers were telling me that I had
cancer and needed two separate rounds of chemotherapy, radiation,
and surgery to remove the cancer. They also warned me that these
treatments come with serious side effects; and
without the medication I’d die. I was stunned.
No choice remained. My daughter was getting
married in just 3 months and I desperately wanted
to wait until her special day was over. That was
not an option. The tumor was large and my doctor
wanted to begin treatment right away. “Get a wig,”
he said. “We need to get going.”
Six months later, the dust seemed to have settled
and I was beginning to get a little (albeit gray) hair
back -- I was so proud. I had returned to work fulltime when my shortness of breath began. I had
been forewarned of the possibility of severe heart problems following
chemotherapy, but never dreamed it would happen to me. “Your heart
is failing,” my cardiologist Dr. Amin told me after an echocardiogram
and stress test. Several medications and a defibrillator put me back on
track…or so I thought.
Eight years had passed since my diagnosis of breast cancer, when I felt
the strange nickel-sized pain in my sternum. It felt like a bruise, and
didn’t hurt unless I pressed on it. A bone scan revealed my worst fear.
The cancer had returned in my bones. It seemed impossible that I could
be going through radiation again. Xometa, a form of chemotherapy
used to strengthen my bones, is now given through IV on a quarterly
basis. Anastrazole, a pill I take every night, prevents
the cancer from growing. The tumor growing in my
spine proved to be benign.
Of the four things I have learned from my 13-yearbattle with breast cancer, the most promising is that the
most effective treatment for breast cancer is available
now. Still, there is no better outcome than that of early
detection. October is breast cancer awareness month.
If you are between 35 and 40, make it a priority to get
a screening mammogram today. If you are over 40,
mammograms should be part of your yearly routine.
Self breast exams are important, so start a buddy
system and remind your partner at the beginning of every month
to do a self breast exam. I thank God for allowing me to attend my
daughter’s wedding, even in a wig. More than that, I am thankful to
still be spending time with my two daughters and two grandchildren,
Ansley (8) and Bo (7).
Eight years had
passed since my
diagnosis of breast
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neurosurgeon’s words today. As he studied the MRI and PET scan
results, I watched and waited. “You’ll need surgery,” he said. “The
tumor in your spine is pressing on your spinal cord -- that’s what’s
causing your pain.” As he spoke, my thoughts wandered back to a
day 13 years earlier. That was the day I was diagnosed with breast
cancer.
It was August of 2000. Some weeks earlier, I had felt a thickened
area on the side of my right breast. It can’t be anything, I rationalized
-- no family history here. As a nurse practitioner at Eagle’s Landing
Family Practice, I had told countless patients that almost 80 percent
of breast cancer’s diagnoses had no family history. Yet now I wanted
to use this same idea as a safety net for myself.
A few days and many tests later, it was confirmed. I had lobular
breast cancer, a fairly rare cancer that affects the milk-making lobules
in the breast. Most breast cancers are ductal and present with a lump
or mass. I had been fooled by the lack of a lump. Not to mention that
I had missed my last 3 mammograms. No family history. No lump.
Still, I knew better.
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Young Impressionist:
Dalton Bates
One simple bird was all he had to give his mother, and
so it started at a very young age.
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This delicate masterpiece with life and color beyond the tool
used to draw it, was the first ripple in what has become an ever
flowing body of artwork supplied by one talented rising 6th grade
youth in Henry County.
Lori Bates proudly produces a binder holding a sampling of
her son’s artwork from over the years. She can quickly tell you
when and where each piece was produced and what they signify.
Some were gifts and some were projects. Some won contests at
school, while each one of them won the hearts of proud parents.
Each work is visible proof of a gift that was inherited by Dalton,
according to Lori, from two previous generations – his dad and
his grandfather.
To young Dalton, the items being collected and catalogued
were examples of his growing talent as an illustrator, painter, and
sculptor. His skills are on display at home and also on display
in homes of Timber Ridge Elementary families. Dalton just
completed the 5th grade at the school, and one of his works of art
was selected as the cover of the school’s yearbook.
Glenn Bates, Dalton’s father and an accomplished artist himself,
will tell you that his son has a great deal more talent than he did at
such a young age. Glenn says the artistic abilities started with his
dad, and Dalton is the latest recipient of those abilities.
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With each sketch he produces, Dalton strengthens his abilities
and produces work better than the ones before. Remarkably, his
studio is mobile. That is to say that Dalton takes his work anywhere
there is flat surface to support his paper and tool of choice. Tablets
upon tablets of sketches can be found tucked strategically within
reach for a quick idea that needs to be illustrated.
Even while receiving numerous awards and recognition for
his work, Dalton remains extremely humble and focused on
developing his skills, including production of a cartoon character
series about a spunky dog named Zookie and his evil nemesis Dr.
Nuttyburgh, an evil squirrel. Animators will have competition
from Henry County, Georgia, if Dalton remains committed to
honing his craft. Hallmark should also be concerned; Dalton
makes all of the cards he gives to his family. Needless to say, they
are quite exceptional.
Part of his continued growth in art is expanding his interest
across different mediums. Sculpting is the latest example of just
how deep the art gene is rooted in this young artist. One of his
latest pieces is an elephant he recently sculpted unbeknownst to
his parents. For a family so keenly aware of their son’s abilities
and work displayed, and often produced, throughout their house,
this was a nice surprise. His most intricate sculpture is that of
a Viking, complete with familiar helmet and horns and features
so defined and detailed that one would easily assume that the
artwork was bought in a gallery or store.
Dalton’s talents will take him where he wants to go, and his
dedication will take him further. He remains a normal kid playing
sports, studying hard, and hanging out with family and friends,
but his advanced talents give him more to complete what can
aptly be described as a well-rounded individual.
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The foundation of every state is the education of its youth.”
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EDUCATION
EDUCATION
Here is a list of students starting college this
fall with impressive scholarships!
The Purpose of Education?
Martin Luther King answered that question some
67 years ago. I couldn’t really find a better answer.
“To my mind, education has a two-fold function in society. On the one hand it should discipline the
mind for sustained and persistent speculation. On the other hand it should integrate human life around
central, focusing ideals. It is a tragedy that the latter is often neglected in our educational system.
Education should equip us with the power to think effectively and objectively. To think is one of the
hardest things in the world, and to think objectively is still harder. Yet this is the job of education.
Education should cause us to rise beyond the horizon of legions of half truth, prejudices and
propaganda. Education should enable us to “weigh and consider,” to discern the true from the false, the
relevant from the irrelevant, and the real from the unreal. The first function of education, therefore, is
to teach man to think intensively. But this is not the whole of education. If education stops here it can
be the most dangerous force in society. Some of the greatest criminals in society have been men {who}
possessed the power of concentration and reason, but they had no morals. Perhaps the most dangerous
periods in civilization have been those periods when there was no moral foundation in society.
Education without morals is like a ship without a compass, merely wandering nowhere. It is not enough
to have the power of concentration, but we must have worthy objectives upon which to concentrate. It is
not enough to know truth, but we must love truth and sacrifice for it.”
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Courtney Allen
Lasha Anderson
Jake Baker
Ashley Barber
Zach Barron
Haley Austin
Charles Avery
Megan Betsa
Michala Bibbins
Hanah Billups
Patrick Bischoff
Kennedy Brewer
Kennedy Cullen
Caleb Cyprian
Morgan Dallas
Travis Dauro
Chris Davenport
Josie Deason
Isaiah Dennis
Issac Dennis
Cayla Doolittle
Taesha Duboise
Chandler Brown
Dieonte Bryant
Tim Butterfield
Ashlyn Butts
James Carman
James Chastain
Ashley Childree
Anthony Ciccarello
Domonique Clune
Jovan Corbitt
Derrick Craine
Kennedi Crosby
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Tia Patrick
dreams of opening
her own studio
one day and with
her experience
and schooling at
Savannah College
of Art and Design,
she should be
well on her way!
Graduating from
Henry County
High School, Tia
is off and learning
the tricks of the
trade in video and
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excited. He is majoring in Exercise and Sport
Science with hopes of a career in physical therapy
but just might be looking forward to game days
between the hedges a little more! Sick‘em!
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EDUCATION
EDUCATION
We understand that there may be a few star students that aren’t listed and to them we say ‘Well Done!’
Most of the students listed received full scholarships and in some cases to more than one college. There
were a couple of overachievers I noticed that had six or seven schools rewarding them with paid tuition
and books. Amazing kids come from Henry County.
Congratulations to all of you!
Elizabeth Hall
Daley Halter
Simeon Hambrick
Peter Hansen
Jordan Harris
Katie Henderson
Nathan Hensley
Tori Higginbotham
Tylia Higgins
Devonna Hill
Savannah Holcomb
Joel Holland
Uriah Horne
Emily Hunt
Lyle Hunt
Morgan Hutcheson
Jason Huynh
Daenique Jengelley
Osagie Jesuorobo
Joseph Johnson
Woodward Johnson
Donovahn Jones
Morgan Jones
Tevin Jones
Payton Jonson
Trevin Joseph
James Edwards V
Grayson Evans
Elizabeth Fincher
Nicole Findura
McDonald Fingall
Austin Garvey
Xavier Gates
Molly Gaynier
Katie Goodwin
Candler Gregory
Marquis Griffin
ATHLETIC
Marquis Griffin - Air Force - Football.
Isaac Rochell - Notre Dame - Football
Both star graduates from Eagles
Landing Christian Academy will enjoy
their ride at these impressive institutions.
Keep your eyes on college football and
look out for our boys!
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Richard Kim
Jonathan Kitchens
Pamela Konken
Sandy Lance
Alex Landers
Carleigh Lawless
Titana Layssard
Austin Lee
Elina Lee
McCay Leslie
Matthew Loudermilk
Robert Maddox
Tyler Mangrum
Leonard Mason
Shawayne McDaniel-Lawrence
Nathan Meade
Jailyn Mercadel
Mary Susan Milam
Kat Milby
Bailey Miller
Patrick Miller
Kayla Millikan
Sean Moore
Taelor Moran
Zach Moss
Ricardo Murphy, Jr
Victoria Nelson
Mitchell Nola
Rachel Paul
Tia Patrick
Jakeline Paz-Serna
Anthony Peppers
Soloman Thomas
Sydnee Thompson
Tyler Tilton
Mark Tran
Taylor Vaughn
Tyler Vaughn
Ahkia Walker
Fontayne Washington
Terrance Waugh
Rebekah Welborn
Jesse Welch
Tyler Petty
Mollie Rogula
Heidi Ross
Kala Ross
Lauren Sarver
Gray Simpson
Jung SoLah
Andrew Spann
Joseph Spann
Joshuah Speights
Amber Sundeen
Bill Teknipp
Richard Thach
Just a few stats on Sports Scholarships
Keyante Green - Purdue - Football
Jevius Terry - Troy University - Football
DJ Curl - Charleston Southern - Football
Tyler Petty - Berry - Football
Jacob Heyward - University of Miami - Baseball
Cameron Ragsdale - Gulf Coast State College - Baseball
Josh Smith - North Greenville University - Baseball
Natalie Brown - Point University - Soccer
Tal Covington - Lipscomb University - Track & Field
Aaron Powell
Dany Ramirez
Jasmine Rangel
Adrienne Reeves
Jenna Reinhardt
Tyler Rice
Abigail Rigsby
Desmond Ringer
Andrew Roberts
Sydney Wilson
Keenan Wise
Eric Wortham, Jr.
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Community
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story and photography by
Peto Fallas
My plan was to take a picture of my dad at the airport as he held my son for the first time. As I arrived and began getting my camera ready,
I heard a swell of applause. When I looked up I saw this image. A young Latino man in his military uniform hugging his mother who was
overwhelmed with emotion. He had just arrived home from his tour of service...alive ! The way in which his mother embraced him said it all.
The price of life, the love of a mother and the daily worries while her son was away seemed to resolve in his arms at that very moment. Could
there be a better present for a mother? While I was waiting for a defining moment in my life, I was able to witness one in somebody else’s.
The following quote is from the movie LOVE ACTUALLY.
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out
that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or
newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When
the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they
were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.”
With a camera lens you see a piece of the world
But with your eyes you see the whole world.
Fallas Family Vision
Helping you... see the world
1415 Hwy 20 West
McDonough, GA 30253
Phone | (770) 954-9898
Fax | (770) 954-9147
Email | [email protected]
www.fallasvision.com
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It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up”.
— Babe Ruth
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COMMUNITY
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Now Open In Locust Grove
Women's Health Specialists is the sole all-female ob/gyn practice in Henry County. We are a four
physician and two midwife full service obstetrics and gynecology practice. We provide state of the
art, in office procedures including: ultrasonography, permanent sterilization, urinary incontinence
evaluations and procedures to correct abnormal uterine bleeding.
5040 Bill Gardner Parkway
Locust Grove, Georgia 30248
115 Eagle Spring Drive
Stockbridge, Georgia 30281
www.girldocs.com
Phone: 770-474-0064 | Fax: 770-474-2998 | After Hours: (770) 474-0064
Julie Espinosa tells us about her Grandfather
and how he changed her quality of life.
Southern Crescent
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We are committed to providing the highest quality of
comprehensive kidney care in the following areas:
Kidney Failure Kidney Stone
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In November of 1991, my Grandfather awoke with a severe headache, that wouldn’t go
away. When my mother was able to convince him to go the hospital, a CT showed he had a
very small intracranial bleed. At the time, I was away at college, at the University of Miami.
Four convenient locations:
Stockbridge Locust Grove
Riverdale Griffin
This occurred on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and it was my first holiday away from home. I spent
that weekend with my roommate and her family unable to contact anyone at home, which was very
unusual. My family didn’t want to worry me, so everyone in the house had strict instructions to wait
on telling me. I didn’t find out until that Saturday when I spoke to my youngest brother (who was at my
father’s house). He told me that our grandfather was in the hospital. It was my dad that finally told me
what had happened.
When my Granddad was discharged he was instructed against driving or being left alone. He was
ambulatory and just like normal but his doctor was concerned that he would have another Stroke. So,
I made up my mind to go home. I transferred to the University of the Virgin Islands at the end of the
Fall semester.
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benton
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He had his second stroke in February
1992. He was at home, eating breakfast
with my grandmother, when he suddenly
lost consciousness. I had taken my brother
to school, and had gone to campus for
my classes ( I had arranged my schedule
so that I was in class at the same time
as my brother, so I would drop him and
pick him up from school, without any
schedule conflicts). We didn’t have any
cell phones, and 9-1-1 was not a service
that was available in St. Croix at that time.
My grandmother called my mother, who
was on-duty as a paramedic at the time.
He was transported by EMS.
His second stoke was life-threatening.
When me and my brother got home we
found the front porch unlocked, our
dining room was a wreck and there was
trash on the floor. My grandparents were
very tidy people. We honestly thought we
had been robbed, but our grandfather’s car
was parked outside, and no valuables were
missing. Then I noticed that all the garbage
was medical stuff; gauze, angiocaths, the
stylet for intubation. I had grown up with
a mother who was a paramedic, and was
always interested in what she did. I knew
what it was, and what it was used for, but I
didn’t want to panic my little brother. So, I
called my mom’s station, and they told me
to come to the hospital, and if I couldn’t
handle it they would send the supervisor
for us. All I could think about is how we
needed to take the car so my grandparents
could drive home. It really didn’t register
with me yet I was totally prepared for what
I saw when I got there.
My Grandfather was intubated. He
was also on the ventilator for about 24
hours. This stroke was definitely not
from bleeding, it was ischemic. There was
nothing they could do but wait and see
what deficits he had. We were lucky that
my grandmother was there with him when
it happened and EMS arrived so quickly.
They removed him from the vent and he
was fully alert within 2 hours. He had
severe speech and motor deficits, complete
loss of motor function on his left side. He
would remain bedridden until he died in
August of 1994. He had always been so
active, not even the flu could keep him
in bed all day. He always told us he never
wanted to be dependent on everyone else
to do things for him. All those who came
to visit kept saying how lucky he was to be
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alive. I couldn’t be rude to my family, our
friends, but I kept thinking ‘he is trapped
in his body... this is his worst nightmare.’ It
was my first lesson on quality of life.
I remember when I was a senior in high
school, everyone wanted me to stay home
and attend the University of the Virgin
Islands. At that time, they only had
three programs: business, nursing and
education. I didn’t know what I wanted to
do, but I didn’t want to do any of those.
I lived with a mother who worked shifts,
and I didn’t want to do that. My dad and
grandmother were teachers, and I couldn’t
imagine teaching kids. While I wanted to
be financially stable (rich), I couldn’t see
myself in a business office pushing papers.
My parents wanted me to start classes at
UVI until I figured it out. I wanted to go
to school in the states and explore different
options. The only person who supported
my decision was my grandfather, “she
needs to figure it out for herself... let her
explore the world the way she wants
to explore it.” It was ironic that he was
also the reason why I returned, went to
UVI and settled on a business degree…
until I figured it out. However, it was
that experience of his illness… taking
care of him and learning more than I
had ever known about healthcare, illness
prevention, and quality versus quantity of
life that made me realize that I wanted a
career in healthcare.
My grandfather was a healthy man.
His first career was as an apothecary
pharmacist. He counseled many family
members and friends on the need to live
a healthy lifestyle, make a regular visit to
your doctor, and to follow a plan of care.
He had been a smoker, but had quit about
10 years before his stroke. My parents had
divorced and we moved in with them.
He believed “children should not have to
live in smoke” and so he quit. He always
maintained a walking regimen with my
grandmother. Every afternoon they would
get out and “get some air.” He and my
grandmother got regular check-ups, and
he never had a problem, until the day he
had a stroke. He was the last person you
would expect to have a stroke. There are
some risk factors we can control, and some
we cannot. The most important thing
is to act quickly to better improve your
recovery chances and quality of life.
COMMUNITY
Lawnmower Racing
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By Bo Bannon
So why did the chicken cross the road? This has been a question
of intrigue, jokes, and deep philosophical discussion for decades. I
think I have the answer. You see, since the beginning of time, men
(and animals) have been racing. I bet you dollars to donuts that the
chicken crossed the road on a dare from one of his buddies to see
who could make it across the fastest. To the winner - the spoils. To
the looser - well, Truett had to get his start somewhere. So why not
free chicken?
The Romans raced chariots (a pretty brutal sport if you’ve ever
watched Ben Hur). And the fact that men foot raced before the
birth of Christ, is scriptural truth. Horse races have been around
for millennia, and technology created the race for space. The more
advanced we become, the higher the need for speed. Organizations
such as NASCAR, BMX, USATF, and USLMRA, provide rules and
regulations to govern like-minded people who enjoy racing in their
respective sports. Most of these acronyms I’m sure you recognized
as race organizations for cars, motocross bikes, and track and field.
So what in the world is the ULSMRA? I must admit, like many of
you, I was not very familiar with this racing association. However, the
Saturday morning ritual for many American men that produces the
sweet smell of freshly cut grass on a crisp spring or summer morning,
has now created something else for us to race. The USLMRA, or
United States Lawn Mower Racing Association was chartered on
April 1, 1992 to turn a weekend chore into a competitive sport.
Lawn mower racing has actually been around since the 1960’s,
and has grown to be a very popular past time in Henry County. On
any given weekend during the season, which begins in April, you
can meet up with 1,000+ like-minded race fans and watch 17 HP
of single cylinder over-head valve Briggs & Stratton, Honda and a
number of other small engine manufacturers duke it out around the
oval track at speeds of up to 60 mph. Henry County has also hosted
major lawn mower races such as the Southern Shootout, which is
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the races brought as many as 100 racers from all over the country,
and hosted international racers from as far away as Canada.
Locally, names such as Bobby “Mr. Mow It All” Cleveland, “Insane”
Shane Shellnut and Jamie “J-mow” Maurice….cover the news in the
Georgia chapter of the USLMRA (GLMRA). Just how big is this
sport in Henry County? An example is Bobby Cleveland of BC
Racing in Locust Grove, who currently holds the world record for
the fastest land speed at 96.529 mph, which he reclaimed in 2010.
He set his first world record in 2006 at 81.792 mph. Bobby is also the
most decorated racer in the USLMRA. From my humble estimation,
that’s pretty big.
Now the machines these guys are racing aren’t your everyday,
ordinary riding lawn mowers you see in your neighbor’s front yard.
These machines are kind of like stock cars, with a very organized
set of rules that provide the governance on how the mowers can be
modified to meet the legal standards of the USLMRA. Some are quite
extraordinary. While they aren’t quite as high tech or outfitted to the
level of NASCAR or Indy 500, there is no less passion or effort that
goes into creating one of these mower masterpieces. Investments to
create one of these machines can range in the thousands, which is
more than the investment in my first car (and my second and third
combined).
So if you’re one of the many Henry County residents who enjoy a
good weekend of racing at the Atlanta Motor Speedway, you can hear
the roar of high precision machinery and smell the fuel laced night air
at any of the local races here in the metro Atlanta area for a fraction
of the cost and without the traffic nightmare of a race weekend. For
local race information, look on the web at www.letsmow.com. You
can also follow the USLMA and the GLMRA on Facebook.
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COMMUNITY
by JD Hardin
Oh, the wheels on the buses in Henry County Schools go round and round every
morning and every afternoon as the buses crisscross the expansive district. Henry
County Schools exploded from just a few schools to 50 schools. Approximately
310 bus drivers safely deliver their extended family members each year. These new
family members are student riders, of course. For eight matriarchs of the student
transportation realm, the past 30 plus years have introduced them to generations of
families and extended their own by several thousand members.
Elaine Battle, Darlene Campbell, Charlotte Elston, Pam Evans, Pat Johnston, Ann
Moyers, Patsy Newell, and Laraine Tinsley each deserve a gold medal to wear while
driving their golden yellow buses. Each has seen her fair share of students over the
years, and they all have enough stories to fill four or five issues of this magazine.
In a recent meeting with the drivers it was easy to see the
passion for their craft in the words used to recall the highs
and lows of their days ensuring students arrive at school safe
and sound. However, craft seems to fall short of qualifying
what years of doing what you love can evolve into. While there
were lows each driver could remember, the number of highs
dwarfs the rough spots and keeps them going in a profession
that does not receive much fanfare. Hopefully the lack of
notoriety will be reversed, because these skilled professionals
are the starting point for many students and their education
and ultimately the future of our country.
A Georgian by the name of Jimmy Carter was in the White
House when the most tenured of the eight drivers opened
her first bus door to students eagerly awaiting a ride on
the first day of school. Since a few of these ladies started
driving a bus in the late 70’s, Henry County Schools have
gone from around a dozen schools and approximately 6,100
students, to 50 schools and 40,000 students. Of those 40,000
students -- 24,000 students utilize one of the safest modes of
transportation around.
If you count the number of people sitting on their buses,
regardless of if the passenger rode twice in one day or if they
ride every day of the week, each lady has probably transported
a half of a million riders during their career. Let that sink
in for a moment. Combined, the ladies have over 260 years
of experience behind the wheel! And let’s not forget that
drivers, especially those featured here, are much more than
bus drivers. When they are on the bus -- they are parents,
psychologists, nurses, counselors, investigators, mediators,
and guardians. They may not hold degrees for these other
professions, but their riders respect them enough to engage
them in these roles. The bond between students and school
bus drivers is one that lasts a lifetime for a great number of
those rolling through communities on the oh so recognizable
yellow buses.
From a stick-shift manual bus with no air and minimal safety
regulations...to now having some of the common features you
would find in a car, there have been many transformations in
the school bus industry. These ladies have experienced it all as
they conscientiously delivered their precious cargo that would
become doctors, lawyers, politicians, small business owners,
professional athletes, police and firemen, clergy, scientists,
engineers, welders, teachers, artists, chefs, mechanics, and
many other occupations. Without these dedicated ladies and
their love for their profession, the student riders would not
have made it to the schools that started them toward their
current careers. And by looking at their smiles and hearing
them talk, you know each one of these ladies takes pride in
their job and enjoys being a part of it all.
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Friends.
Family.
Community.
We’re all in this together.
State Farm® has a long tradition of being there.
That’s one reason why I’m proud to support We Are Henry.
Get to a better State®.
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1748 Highway 81 E
McDonough, GA 30252
Bus: 770-288-4900
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The Bible is His word and its study gives at once the
foundation for our faith and an inspiration to battle onward
in the fight against the Tempter.”
— John D Rockefeller
State Farm, Bloomington, IL
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WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER, I LIVED IN SOUTH FLORIDA FOR A FEW
YEARS. Storms are frequent there. Many storms were powerful, and some were
even a bit scary. To withstand these powerful forces of nature, builders constructed
homes carefully, hoping to minimize any damage to the home and the people inside.
During one of these powerful storms I remember the sky turning black, the rain
pounding on our slate roof, and high winds nearly snapping the palm trees outside.
Although the home was modest in size, it was constructed with this storm in mind.
You see the builder knew a fierce storm would eventually come to south Florida,
and prepared accordingly. This house was virtually stormproof.
Storms are not only inevitable in nature, but in life as well. Over the past few
years, the economic downturn has impacted the financial wellbeing of many, but
also affected people emotionally, relationally, and even spiritually. However, just as
my home in south Florida was constructed to endure a powerful storm, there are
principles you can implement to stormproof your life.
In Matthew chapter 7, Jesus told a story of two builders, one wise, and the other
foolish. The wise builder built his house on solid rock, and when the storm came,
his house stood strong. The foolish builder built his house on sand, and when the
storm came, it collapsed and was completely destroyed. Jesus taught, very simply,
that the way to build your house on rock is to listen to His teachings and follow
them. This decision, He explained, will prepare and protect you from the storms
of life.
I have endured some painful storms in my life. These difficulties have given me the
opportunity to examine my values and ask myself what was really most important
to me. I decided to rearrange my life to better reflect my values. I started focusing
less on my own personal success, comfort, and ambition, and focusing more on
loving others, serving others, and being generous towards those in need. I can’t
prevent a storm from coming in my life, but I can build on solid rock by following
Christ’s principles of loving God, loving others, and not just living for my own
personal gain.
You may have been the victim of a devastating storm in your life and feel like life
has collapsed around you. If so, I encourage you to have hope. You can rebuild
your life around the principles I have mentioned. When the next storm comes,
you will have peace, knowing that your life is not built upon circumstances, but on
God’s grace.
STORM
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YOUR
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By Justin Harley
To contact Pastor Justin Harley or for more information on The Landing Church, please visit us at
www.thelanding.org.
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Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
Without them humanity cannot survive.”
— Dalai Lama
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Building Dreams
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By Laura Turner
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DESIREE CRAWFORD AND HER SON JORDAN.
As a single mother of a five year old, a home meant: not having to
share walls with neighbors, her son could finally get a puppy, and she
could decorate and make the space her own. But most importantly,
it meant a stable environment for her son that only owning a home
could bring.
This past year, those dreams came true as she became the proud
new owner of one of Habitat for Humanity’s newest homes in
Henry County. While working full time for Georgia Power, Desiree
was required to complete 250 hours of sweat equity with Habitat
as well as complete 50 hours of financial literacy and home owner
education. Habitat has provided over 2,700 hours of training to future
homeowners like Desiree in Henry and Clayton counties.
“A family’s life can change forever when they own their own home,”
explains Melissa Chapman, CEO of Southern Crescent Habitat for
Humanity. “It’s a launch pad for what’s to come... parents become
more connected in their community and jobs; children perform
better in school.”
Statistics show that children who grow up in home ownership are less
likely to become pregnant as a teenager or become juvenile offenders.
They are also more likely to graduate high school. Adult home owners
are more likely to be voters and engaged in their community.
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“Desiree’s home build really shows the strength of what Habitat can
pull together,” describes Chapman. As part of the Southern Crescent
Habitat for Humanity’s Faith Build, her home was built by an army
of volunteers that included churches, corporations such as Delta Air
Lines and Wells Fargo, as well as individuals. The Faith Build was
a coalition of 13 area churches that spent ten consecutive Saturdays
building homes for Habitat families.
Regardless of ability, volunteers can engage in hands-on-building
of Habitat homes and work alongside the beneficiaries of the homes.
Volunteers participate in new construction as well as rehabilitation of
existing homes.
“Our investment into families continues over many years but when
it comes to building a house, we utilize our staff and a lot of volunteers
and we build an attractive, affordable house in as little as three weeks.
We get in, get out, and change a family forever,” says Bob Johnson,
Southern Crescent Habitat’s Director of Development. “It’s a cool
dynamic, and we get to repeat that 35 times a year. This next year,
we’ll see more activity in Henry County than ever before.”
One of Southern Crescent Habitat’s newest initiatives is its ReStore,
coming this fall to McDonough. Habitat ReStore is a resale outlet
that accepts new and gently used donated goods from individuals,
corporations and organizations, which are then sold to the public at
a fraction of their retail price. The focus is on home improvement
goods such as furniture, home accessories, building materials and
appliances.
“There is real power in our ReStores,” explains Senior Director
of Habitat International’s ReStore Operating Group. “Our ability
over the next decade to keep funding homeowners like Desiree will
depend greatly on our ReStores.” Proceeds from the ReStore will fund
Habitat’s mission to serve low income families in the local community
through home ownership, home repair and education. “ReStores
depend on the generosity of our donors,” explains Meyer. “Currently,
our greatest need is donations of furniture, building materials and
appliances.”
Scheduled to open in October, the Henry County ReStore will
be located at 1465 Highway 20 West in McDonough, near Avalon
Church and Chick-fil-A. Pick-up service is available, and donations
can be dropped at the ReStore beginning in October. To learn more,
visit www.schabitat.org.
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The worth of life is not determined by a single
failure or a solitary success.”
— The Emperor’s Club
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Class Reunion 1988
a real class act
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The McDonough High School Class of 1948 recently had their 65th reunion at the school house in
McDonough (now serving as the administration building for Henry County Schools). It was a time of
celebrating and remembering good times and also remembering with great fondness those classmates who
are no longer living. (Clifford Gunter became a helicopter instructor in the Army. He was the first person this
class lost, dying from a swimming accident in 1955.) In 1948 there was no 12th grade. For them high school
meant only 10th and 11th grades. They remember when the school bus likely covered more dirt ground than
paved...and playing basketball on a dirt court, because there was no gymnasium.
There were 87 graduates in the McDonough Class of 1948. Many of them bear names that are well known in Henry County
or are related to prominent families deeply rooted in our county’s history. Some names are recognizable for the streets that we
travel, like Elliott and Upchurch. It is remarkable how many of the graduates from that year remained in or near Henry County.
These graduates became successful in a variety of areas. Bobby Russell went on to own a sizable amount of Henry County real
estate. Billy Carter owned a trucking company. Dr. Joe Blissit practiced family medicine and was instrumental in the early days
of Henry Medical Center’s history. And Silas (Si) Elliott became a self-proclaimed (yet very successful) “hunter/gatherer.” Others
included Richard Upchurch, the Mayo’s (Jamie and May), T.P. Stewart, Edsel Walden, Hal Keller, Clifford Gunter, Francis White
-- and the list could go on. It is a close-knit group of friends who enjoy keeping in touch. The following is a sampling of people
and recollections from the class.
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Silas (Si) Elliott: I grew up on
Elliott Road, which is named for
my father, Joe. While I enjoyed
country life, I had a bit of
wanderlust. I knew I wanted to
travel and see the world. After
high school I joined the Air
Force and especially enjoyed the
years I was stationed in Korea
and Japan. After returning to
civilian life, I graduated from Georgia State University and worked
for the Department of the Army in Seoul, South Korea for over eight
and a half years. I was the original “40-year-old virgin.” I married
at 40 and brought my bride, Kim, from Korea to Henry County, to
live on 35 acres that joins the 160-acre family farm and home place
where I once plowed the ground with a mule.
I walked to Union Grove Elementary School from first through
sixth grade, where three grades shared one classroom and teacher.
In the spring we shucked our shoes and I was usually the first one
to do so on the first of April. Beginning with the seventh grade, we
transferred to McDonough and no longer had to walk to school. My
high school days were good times – hanging out with friends on the
McDonough Square and going to the movies at Clay Plaza. World
War II was over and the economy was growing. Life seemed easy.
What I would say to the graduates of today is to study hard; respect
your elders; and buy land – it’s always a good investment. Have
some fun; see different places; but most importantly, remember that
old friends are the best friends. Gardening, traveling, reading and
enjoying old scotch are my hobbies. I grow vegetables of all kinds,
including oriental varieties which I share with family and friends.
Never too old to learn, Kim and I are currently learning to speak
Spanish.
One of the things I’m most proud of is that I won a tight race against
Clifford Gunner and Francis White to be named Valedictorian of our
class – the three of us were really competitive. But I got to deliver
the speech at graduation. I also enjoyed playing first string on the
basketball team and being on the track team -- I even set a school
record for the 100-yard dash in the 11th grade!
I didn’t decide to become a physician until my second or third year
of college, but I was always very pleased when many of my classmates
and even some of my teachers became my patients. It means a great
deal to me that so many of our classmates continue to live in this area
– it’s a real pleasure to continue to associate with them.
My advice to graduates of today is to “do the work – study hard –
and be respectful.” You’re never too old to learn new things. I am
on Facebook where I keep up with my grandchildren, and Jan and I
enjoy collecting paintings by southern artists.
Sara Ann Ausband Hightower: I moved to Kelleytown, where my
Owen family roots go deep, when I was six years old. I attended
Pleasant Grove Elementary School where my mother taught second
grade. I attended McDonough Elementary School 7th-9th grades,
when my mother transferred to that school. She eventually retired
from teaching second grade at McDonough Elementary not once,
but two times. She taught me so much at home that when it came
time for me to start school, I was advanced to second grade -- causing
me to graduate from high school at only 16. My first year of college
was at Georgia State College for Women (currently Georgia College)
in Milledgeville, followed by a year at West Georgia. I finished my
final two years at Georgia State University, preparing me for a 36year career with Southern Bell/Bellsouth/AT&T.
I had the time of my life in high school and made life-long friends
like Catherine Firebaugh, Frances Owen, Helen Whaylor, Kitty
Reeves and George Ann Crumbley. As a “country girl” living in
Kelleytown, I loved visiting these “city girls.” I remember sitting in
the drugstore watching the cute guys who worked there, and sitting
in the square and watching people. I thought the city was fabulous!
I enjoyed being a cheerleader for the boys basketball team (there
was no football team back then), and playing girls basketball in high
school. We rode the bus from Kelleytown into McDonough over dirt
roads. In those days I recall picking cotton to earn money to go to
the Southeastern World’s Fair at Lakewood Fairgrounds.
I love living in Henry County and though my job kept me here,
there’s no place else I’d rather be. My wonderful parents and this
great county helped to shape me. My advice to today’s students is to
study hard and apply yourself -- which I wish I had done more. And
to keep your friends close. The sad part about getting old is losing
your friends. I maintained friendships throughout the years with
so many of my high school classmates. It’s important to those of us
who are left to get together on an annual basis now. These fine people
from the Class of 1948 have certainly seen more than a few changes
in McDonough, Henry County, schools, students, technology and
more -- and they not only keep pace, they set the standard for those
of us who follow!
Dr. Joe Blissit: I was born and raised in Locust Grove where we
plowed with a mule and grew over 40-50 acres of cotton on the
family’s 150-acre farm. Farming was how my dad made his living.
In those days everyone in Henry County, with the exception of
Hampton, went to McDonough High School (Hampton had its own
high school). I attended 1st – 9th grades of elementary school in
Locust Grove in what is now the municipal building, before heading
into McDonough for my two years of high school. We rode the bus
there along Highway 42, which was a paved road.
Cotton was important to our living and I recall those afternoons
when school let out at noon so
we could return home to help
pick cotton. I vividly recall
times when my dad sent for
German prisoners of war being
held at Fort McPherson to
come to our farm to help with
picking cotton. My parents
instilled in my siblings and me
a desire to make good grades.
My mother also believed that
“we may not have the newest or nicest clothes on the block, but they
would always be nicely patched and clean.”
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As Lucille got closer to Camp Creek, the steady
glow she’d seen through the trees from the road
now was apparent angry blazes. Rain fell heavily
again and lightening streaked across the dark
night sky. The earth trembled beneath her feet,
seemingly as outraged as the fire below. She froze
at the top of the hill.
Black and gray metal burned with growing
flames. The creek had risen and the bridge had
collapsed under the locomotive. The raging
torrent seemed to have devoured as much of the
train as it could swallow, and the furious flames
were determined to consume what was left.
Charles. Her chest squeezed. She had to
search for him. If by some miracle he’d made
it… A new surge of adrenaline ran through
her legs and she pushed the heavy brush away
from her face, her mind unable to process the
possibility of losing him. Her feet slipped out
from underneath her and she slid down the
muddy slope heading right toward the turbulent
waters below. There was nothing to grasp onto
to stop her downward slide. Her body collided
with a heap that halted her before she entered
the swift-flowing waters.
Heart pounding, she tried to stand - but the
thick mud made it difficult. The rushing waters
were sucking her toward the angry torrent below.
The heat from the fire, blazing only a hundred
feet away, burned her face. The light from the
fire revealed hair floating in the muck in front
of her. It was a body that had delayed her from
entering the surging water.
A voice sounded behind her. “Miss Kent!” It
was Matthew, Albert’s driver. When he reached
her he grasped her arms and pulled her from
the mud and back up the embankment. “Are
you okay?” She nodded, unable to speak. “It
isn’t safe here; the creek is rising and the fire’s
spreading.” She couldn’t respond but let him
lead her back up the hill and under the safety of
the trees.
“Miss Kent?” He was trying to talk to her but
she couldn’t hear what he was saying. She told
herself to focus, to get a grip, but the dead body
she’d just come in contact with imprinted itself in
her mind.
He mentioned something about needing to
search for survivors. When she didn’t answer,
he gripped her shoulders and met her at eye
level. His eyes were a warm hazel and the fire
brought out soft amber. “I promise you will be
safe.” How could he keep that promise? But
she nodded then watched as he trekked back
through the mud toward the wreckage.
Time passed and others who must’ve gotten
word came to search for survivors. The storm
continued to rage, but the flames didn’t care.
They engulfed the wreckage, determined to
destroy whatever the waters hadn’t. An hour
must have passed and Lucille sat with her arms
wrapped around her body and watched it all.
When Matthew returned, his clothes were
torn or maybe singed. “Miss Kent, it’s time to
go.” He sounded exhausted. She tried to stand
but couldn’t. He draped an arm around her and
she leaned against him as they walked. They
reached a car that was parked on the road. One
of Albert’s Negro servants stepped outside from
the back seat then held the passenger door open
for her. Lucille had never ridden in the front of
a car but got in without questioning. The Negro
man climbed back inside the back and Matthew
jumped in behind the wheel. Someone moaned
from the back seat and she gasped in surprise at
seeing Albert banged up and bleeding. He held
his ribs and arm tucked to his side.
Memories from earlier that evening washed
over her like a wave. She’d caused a car accident
trying to free herself to go back to Charles, who
was waiting for her at the train depot. Albert
had tried to stop her from leaving on the train
for Atlanta. He’d been in the car that she’d
caused to crash and he must’ve been injured.
And now Charles was dead on the train. She
could have died also had she been on the train
like she’d planned. It was all too much for her to
process. They rode in silence until they pulled
up in front of Albert’s plantation. The Negro
man ran for help and other servants hurried
to their master’s aid. Within moments they’d
helped Albert inside the house.
Lucille remained inside the car until Matthew
opened her door. She pulled away from him
leaning against the vehicle and vomited until her
guts ached. He stood by sympathetically then
led her into the house. “I want to go home,” she
whimpered. “No one is going anywhere until
the morning,” he stated simply; and in the dim
light of the foyer she saw how grim his face was.
He’d witnessed many horrors that night. She
swallowed hard feeling nausea wash over her
again.
“My stars! Take Ms. Lucille to the guest
quarters this instant!” insisted Granny’s voice.
The old Negro woman’s tenderness had always
welcomed Lucille as part of the family and now
she found herself rushing into Granny’s warm
arms. “Now, now chile yo gonna be fine, just
fine.” But she wasn’t fine.
Granny led her to a room up the winding
staircase where a warm bath was already being
drawn. “Well I never!” Granny grunted after
peeling Lucille’s muddy dress over her head.
“What would them high society folks say bout
you now?” She clicked her tongue in disapproval
as she helped Lucille finish undressing and
bathe. Granny washed her hair and brought her
a clean white cotton gown and silk robe. Lucille
didn’t question where the clean clothes had come
from but knew they must’ve belonged to Albert’s
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“Wez worried sick bout you and Master
Thompson when wez get the word ya’lls in
a car crash.” Granny shook her head. “That
poor Matthew must’ve run five miles to Myer’s
plantation.” Lucille looked at Granny in surprise
but couldn’t respond as shame poured down
on her as heavy as the storm had. Granny
continued. “He gots Mr. Myers to drive him
back to ya’ll and that’s when he got word of that
der train wreck. Mr. Myers stayed der to help
and told him to use da car to get Master Albert
back here.”
“How did ya’ll hear about all of this?” Lucille
asked with a shaken voice. Granny tucked her
into bed. “Mr. Myers had brought two of his
Negros w’d him. He sent one of um to run back
here to warn us.” Granny’s story started to fade
in the distance and Lucille felt her eyes weigh
heavy.
When she woke sometime later it was dark and
her gut twisted. Unable to contain the nausea,
she sat up and instantly became sick. Someone
was at her side and held her hair back from
her face. On instinct she grasped the arm that
was supporting her. Surprised, she realized the
arm wasn’t Granny’s soft one, it was larger and
muscular. Too exhausted to give it anymore
thought she sank back to her pillow.
The person gently removed the messy quilt and
laid another blanket over her. Then a wet cloth bathed her face. She drifted
back to a deep sleep and when she woke later
with chills, the dim candlelight cast shadows
of a man sitting by her bedside. In and out of
a dreary conscious state, Lucille finally broke
through the foggy barrier that tried to trap her
in the dream world. Her mouth as dry as cotton,
she sat and instantly her gut ached.
She moaned as someone entered the room.
When the person came closer, the light of the
candle by her bedside was enough to know it was
a man. “Matthew,” she whispered, wondering
where Granny was and why he’d stayed caring
for her. “Drink this.” He cupped a bowl of warm
broth in her hands and helped her drink it. The
saltiness brought moisture to her mouth and
throat and soothed her twisted insides. After
she’d drank all she could, she sank back to her
pillow.
Morning sunlight poured in her room.
Someone had drawn her curtains open. Birds
sang outside her windows suggesting an
ordinary June summer morning. But it was
anything but an ordinary day. Flashes of the
nightmare she’d lived through the night before
tempted her to hide under the covers and away
from reality for a little longer. But she rang the
bell hanging from the wall beside her bed. It
would ring down to the kitchen.
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After a few moments passed and Granny didn’t
come she climbed out of bed to weak legs. She
searched for her robe but didn’t see it. The door
opened and she turned expecting Granny but it
was Matthew. “Oh!” She tried to cover herself in
the flimsy white gown and he looked away. “I’m
sorry Miss Lucille, but Granny isn’t here.” He
crossed the room and retrieved the rose silk robe
lying on a chair. When he brought it to her he
was still looking away. She snatched it and put it
on. “Where is she?” “Her sister’s husband was on
the train. She’s with her sister now.”
Lucille was trying to fasten her robe but her
hands trembled. Matthew reached out and
grasped them in his. His concerned eyes met
hers, and in the daylight they looked a deep
green with a touch of brown. “Are you okay?”
She wanted to bask in the warmth his expression
offered, but instead she pulled her hands free. “I
think I need to sit down.” Matthew pointed to
the bench at the foot of the bed refraining from
reaching out to help her. Her stiff back spoke
volumes of what she thought of his gesture a
moment ago. He had been out of place taking
her hands. He hadn’t meant to overstep, and if
he could take it back he would. She’d just looked
so weak and broken. He watched now as she
sat in silence her face looking perplexed. Albert
had made comments about her inner strength
and stubbornness, and Matthew could see the
battle within her clinging to it for dear life. He
wondered if it would be enough to get her
through the tragedy she must face.
“Well…what about the other help?” She asked
hoarsely. He cleared his throat. “Granny’s
daughters went with her. Mr. Thompson told
them all to go be with her at this time.” “I see.”
Without meeting his eyes she asked, “What about
Albert?” “He’ll recover.” She looked pale and he
wondered if the reality of it all was just hitting
her.
“How severe…are his injuries?” This time
she looked into his face. He held her eyes for
a moment. “He has a few broken ribs and a
sprained arm. He had a painful night.”
She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened
them she asked “were there any…survivors?”
“A couple,” Matthew said. He saw the spark of
hope flicker across her face at his answer. His
chest tightened. Better to come out with it now.
“Charles wasn’t among them.”
She looked unable to accept that. “How do we
know he ever got on the train?” She was daring
to hope, desperate to cling onto the possibility.
But Matthew knew how slim a possibility that
was. He’d seen the burned and drowned bodies.
His stomach clenched. “I can’t say for sure.”
There it was, a small prospect that she would
hold onto. Maybe she needed it to help her
survive for now. “Well then, I must get to town
to find out.” “Miss Kent, you are in no condition
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determined, “I just need some clothes.” “I can’t
help you there. But I think you should see Albert
before you leave.” His voice was firm and she
took a deep breath.
He led her outside the guest quarters into the
elegant long hallway. He walked a few feet down
the hardwoods that Albert had imported from
London, but stopped when he no longer heard
her feet padding behind him. He turned to find
her hand reaching for the wall. He was at her
side in an instant as her legs buckled beneath
her. He almost lifted her in his arms but thought
better of it at the memory of her reaction to his
touch earlier. He took her arm and could tell she
wanted to resist but she didn’t. She was too weak
to walk. He shouldn’t have allowed her out of
bed….and was about to tell her as much, but the
stubborn line of her jaw stopped him.
Everything within Lucille wanted to insist she
could walk alone. But the fatigue washed over
her like the angry torrent from the night before.
She felt dizzy as memories from the wreck
pierced her brain. The feel of the dead body
floating on the water…the hair…She clenched
her teeth willing her mind back to the present.
She had to stay strong if she was going to find
Charles.
Albert’s room was only three rooms down.
Albert sat propped up in bed. He wasn’t wearing
a shirt and his waist and left arm were both
tightly wrapped with white bandages. She found
herself looking away from his tan and muscular
chest. She’d never seen a man shirtless other than
the Negroes who worked in the fields. And of
course Charles.
“Is she in a condition to walk?” he questioned
Matthew when they entered. The rich dark wood
furniture and large four poster bed brought a
strong masculine feeling to the room. “I’m fine,”
she answered quickly. Matthew glanced at her
before saying, “Miss Kent insists on leaving, sir.”
Both men exchanged looks before Albert
responded. “The doctor said you must stay here
in bed until you’ve recovered enough to travel
home.” “The doctor saw me?” she asked puzzled.
“No, of course not. With the accident there are
far more seriously injured for him to care for.
Matthew rang the doctor. He will come when he
can.” (Mr. Thompson was one of the first in town
to have a telephone.)
“Does my father know what has happened?” she
asked with mixed emotions. She’d run away from
home leaving only a note. How could she ever
face him again? But now was not the time for
such thoughts. She had to get to town to see if
Charles could still be alive.
“Yes of course.” Albert answered sounding
surprised she’d even asked. “I personally rang
him yesterday morning.” (Her father and the
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men exchanged glances. This time Matthew
responded, “Miss Kent, you slept for thirty-six
hours straight.” She swallowed hard. “I see.”
Feeling weak she swayed and Matthew tightened
his grip on her arm. “Could I sit for a moment?”
she asked, realizing she was leaning more and
more weight against him. “Get that chair over
there for her,” Albert answered in a concerned
voice. Matthew seemed hesitant to let go of her
but followed his Master’s orders.
“I need to go to town to check on…” The room
spun and everything turned black. Lucille woke
in Matthew’s arms. She felt foggy and sick. “Take
her to her bed and ring the doctor at once,”
Albert’s worried voice rang in her ear. “Yes sir.”
“I’m going to be sick,” she cried.
Matthew peered down at her and her eyes
pleaded with him. In one swift movement he
laid her down on something plush and was at
her side with a basin. She leaned over it and
vomited, then lay back feeling her world spinning
again. She closed her eyes tightly beckoning it to
stop. “I’ll just take this out,” she heard Matthew’s
hesitant voice say.
Albert didn’t respond. A few moments later
when her world felt more stable she opened her
eyes and turned her head to see where she lay.
Her eyes looked up into the Albert’s pale face. At
once she realized she lay in his bed next to him.
He cleared his throat and asked hesitantly, “Are
you alright?” “I don’t know,” she whispered. And
honestly, she did not.
“Lucy it’s going to be okay,” a man’s voice spoke
beside her and her eyes opened to Albert at her
side. She tried to control the shaking but could
not. “What’s…w r o n g ….” Her teeth chattered
and she could say no more. “I think you may be
having a miscarriage,” Albert responded hoarsely.
“We were afraid to move you,” Matthew spoke
from where he stood at the foot of the bed.
“I don’t know what done got in da brains. Somein
not workin right them bringin ya in here in da
first place!” Granny was back at her side with a
cool sponge and dotted her forehead. “Now what
tis her father gonna say to dis here arrangement?”
Granny continued on shaking her head.
“No one is going to call him until we are able to
move her back to her room,” Albert responded
gruffly.
“Well da doc could be here anytime.”
“Sir, should we try to move her?” Matthew spoke
up sounding nervous.
“No. We aren’t moving her. I’m not risking it. My
wife…” His voice cut off.
“Dis here girl is not ur wife, Mr. Thompson,”
Granny spoke up in a firm voice. Her world
again faded and she closed her eyes giving in
to the darkness that beckoned her. “This poor
chile is dying, Master Thompson. Give her the
dignity...”
“She’s not going anywhere!” snapped Albert.
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By Jodi Hitt
Photos by Troy Hitt
Rick Welch received a phone call one morning from a woman wanting to schedule a
ride on a Huey helicopter. There was a specific seat she requested - the doorman position.
The caller made the trip to Tara Field where she met Mr. Welch. She took her desired
seat. Later, she explained her reason for choosing this position. Her son once occupied
that same seat in a Huey, only his flight ended abruptly when he was shot and killed.
His mom wanted to have some idea of what her son experienced before his life was taken. This story and others like it, are not uncommon to
the volunteers with the Army Aviation Heritage Foundation’s (AAHF) Sky Soldiers. Their hanger is home to 4 Huey’s and 3 Cobra helicopters.
Being a female with little knowledge of aircraft, except how to serve peanuts and coke, I had some studying to do for this article. When I first
got a glimpse of the Huey, I was instantly reminded of M*A*S*H, “Suicide is Painless” played in my mind and I visualized Clinger jumping
out in a fancy dress. But then I remembered photos of rescue missions, medevac flights and supply drops from studying history. And here
was the same helicopter right in front of me: the Bell UH-1 Iroquois (nicknamed the Huey).
The Huey first flew on October 20, 1956 and went into production in 1960. There have been many variations of the UH-1 as signified by the
ending letter of A,B,C, etc. The UH-1H was the version most produced. It is a utility helicopter and was frequently used during the Vietnam
War. In fact, two of the Huey’s owned and operated by the Sky Soldiers have combat hours logged during Vietnam.
The Sky Soldiers travel all over the United States and provide flights for anyone willing and able to buckle up. The organization also does
a reenactment of a combat rescue ( Rescue at Dawn) that is remarkable. In order to provide these services, they rely on a dedicated team of
volunteers. The volunteer list incorporates many people with impressive rankings and unfaltering grit. Three of the volunteers I met (Mike
Holland, Ralph Kahlan, and Jim Brennen) flew the Huey in Vietnam.
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of my assignment, I had the privilege of taking a ride in this beast.
(Mr. Welch and Mr. Worrell did attempt to put me in the Cobra;
but let me explain that nose diving toward earth in a enclosed
cockpit was not something I was prepared for!) I took my seat in
the doorman position, buckled up, and said a quick prayer while
waving to the people on the ground. The blade rotations quickened
and the Huey lifted up into the sky. It was a surreal moment. I was
at the mercy of the pilot and God. I quickly made peace with the
fact that I could die and there was nothing to do to change that, so
I relaxed. What an unbelievable ride: up in the air with the wind
whipping around you, the loud hum of the blades, and the view
of the land under you. I tried to imagine what it must have been
like behind enemy lines - not having any doors for protection and
attackers hiding underneath the trees below. I felt vulnerable.
After we landed safely and smoothly (thank you pilots...and
maintenance, of course), I was ready to go again! There’s nothing
like it. Talk about experiencing history! If you told me I could
ride in Amelia Earhart’s plane or the Wright Brothers Flyer? Or
perhaps take a ride in the Spirit of St. Louis? Wouldn’t you think I’d
be crazy not to seize the opportunity? And…. I only had to drive
down the road a short distance and pay no more than the price
of a dinner for two? I can’t imagine why anyone would not take
advantage of this.
Spending the afternoon with the Sky Soldiers at the field and in
the air, made me feel like I was a part of it all - that somehow I fit in
with this group of patriots. I was proud to have met each of them
and anticipate taking a ride with them again some day. After all,
we now share a piece of history together.
I had the privilege of speaking with Jim Brennen, who retired
from the Army as a CW4 after 38 years of service. He received
his wings in April of 1968. At the time of his retirement, he was
honored with flying the last flight of the Huey before the United
States Army retired the helicopter. A bitter sweet goodbye to an
era often forgotten. Chief Brennen now spends two days a week
volunteering with the Sky Soldiers. He enjoys meeting people and
learning about their connection to the Huey.
Melody Staley has been a Sky Soldier volunteer for one year.
Melody never served in the military but grew up hearing the Huey
pass over her home. As a little girl she would drop everything she
was doing to run outside and look up and marvel at this giant in
the sky. When she discovered the Sky Soldiers and the ‘ride along
program’ she knew she had to get on board. Melody made the trip
and took the ride. Now she serves as crew chief on some of the
flights. She also continues to train for other jobs.
This 301c organization does employee three full time personnel.
Graham Worrell is responsible for maintenance on all the aircraft.
Graham’s father served in Vietnam and though Graham never
enlisted, his interest in aviation was sparked. He spent fourteen
years working on War Bird restoration. Later, while working on
Lear jets at Tara Field, he caught the attention of the Sky Soldiers.
Behind the scenes talent at it’s best. He said to me, “enjoy your
flight and thank maintenance.” Even though these war relics are
a part of our country’s aviation history, without this organization’s
dedicated and experienced volunteers and staff, these helicopters
would be in a museum. Instead, they are a living, flying museum!
Experiencing history in the Huey will never be forgotten. As part
Visit www.armyav.org or call 770.897.0444 for more details and to schedule your flight! (Rides will be offered at Tara Field on Sept. 28th).
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FEATURE
On Surviving a Plane Crash...
by Diane Ide
Visiting with Joan Hale in her sitting room gives you a sense of what’s important in her life. Gazing
around the room, you see beautiful oil portraits of her three children: Tres, Beth and Joanna.
On other walls are photographer’s portraits of her six grandchildren. Joan shares with pride the
accomplishments of her children and she beams when talking about her grandchildren. She will
gladly tell you of her granddaughter, Emma, who made her grandmother into a class project this
school year, sharing about the plane crash that her grandmother, Joan, survived.........
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It was a beautiful, sunny fall day on October 4, 1960 when 22-yearold stewardess, Joan Berry and 71 others took off from Logan Airport
in Boston on Eastern flight #375 bound for Philadelphia, Charlotte,
Greenville and ultimately for her home city, Atlanta. The plane was a
Lockheed Electra, four-engine turboprop.
The passengers included 15 newly-sworn Marines headed for Parris
Island, SC; a number of shoe salesmen headed back to PA after having
attended a shoe convention in Boston; baseball fans headed to the
World Series in Pittsburgh and an engineer carrying top-secret plans
for a new missile system.
As family members watched from Logan Airport’s observation deck,
the plane suddenly stalled...rolled... and plunged nearly vertically
down into the waters of nearby Winthrop Harbor. On impact the tail
broke away, enabling Joan, Pat and another man in the lounge of the
tail to survive the crash, along with seven others who were thrown
from the fuselage. “I remember” says Joan “that in flight training it
took 2-3 of us stewardesses to open the rear door of the plane. But
when the crash occurred, I had enough adrenaline that I singlehandedly opened that door! I started helping my fellow stewardess
and survivor, Pat Davies and others out.” According to Joan, she and
others sensed they were about to crash. She credits having pulled her
seatbelt extremely tight and assuming the crash position for helping
her to live. It is nothing short of a miracle that she sustained only
bruises and minor abrasions -- and a splinter in her foot picked up
from the dock at Winthrop Harbor. Others were not so fortunate.
It was determined that the crash was caused by striking a flock of
thousands of starlings. The birds were sucked into all four engines,
rendering first one, then all, powerless. It was the worst aviation
disaster caused by bird strike, according to
Michael N. Kalafatas, author of Bird Strike - the
Crash of the Boston Electra. Those 155 people
onboard the plane piloted by Captain “Sully”
Sullenberger, had a much better outcome when
their plane went down in the Potomac after
encountering a bird strike on January 15, 2009.
While it was fortunate that the Electra went
down in water, especially given that it was fully
fueled, it was unfortunate that Winthrop Harbor
had experienced a hurricane in the preceding
week that caused residents to secure their boats elsewhere. Even
though residents along the water heard and saw the crash, they had to
scurry to find a few boats to help with rescue efforts.
Joan was the last to be put into a boat. As she continued to try to help
find people, she became insistent that she could hear the man who
had been sitting in the lounge in the tail with the two stewardesses
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to keep searching in a particular area -- to no avail. Once again she
motioned where she wanted them to look -- and at last they saw a
bloody arm rise above the water line, making him another one of the
few who would live. He was in critical condition since his seatbelt
had broken and he was tossed about, and eventually out, of the plane.
“I know I would never have had a moment’s peace,” says Joan “if they
had not found that man. I knew I could hear him and that I would
continue to hear him long after that day. I am so glad they found him.”
Ever the diligent stewardess, Joan directed a few other survivors still
in the water to grab for seat cushions till they could be picked out of
the water. “There was so much debris, and fuel covered everything.
It burned my scalp. In fact it was years later before I was able to go
to a beach without smelling kerosene -- even though I know it was in
my mind.”
Her friend and fellow stewardess, Pat, suffered a broken pelvis and
was hospitalized for a number of weeks. Joan would be taken to the
hospital for observation for a couple days before flying home. Her dad
encouraged her to quit her job, but Joan insisted that it just “wasn’t
my time” and was performing her duties in the air again within one
month.
Joan gave testimony regarding the crash to the airlines, the Civil
Aeronautics Board and other agencies. She has an issue of “LIFE”
Magazine dated October 17, 1960 containing photos of the crash
and she is quoted and pictured in Mr. Kalafatas’s book. As a result
of lessons learned from the crash of the Electra, seats on planes are
configured differently today, enhancing their safety.
Her 3 1/2 year stint with Eastern ended when she married Les Hale, her
husband of 42 years. (In the 1960’s a stewardess
had to be a single female.) Not one to see herself
as special...one has to ask the question, why do
you think you survived when others didn’t? “I
asked myself that question for a few years,” Joan
replied. “It’s something I may never know and
you can make yourself crazy trying to figure out
what special thing you are meant to do or be. All
I can tell you is that I know that I’m supposed to
live life being the best I can be and during those
critical moments, I remembered growing up in
church in Prentiss, MS and the first Bible verse I learned -- John 3:16.”
Looking around her sitting room, one is keenly aware of the
productive lives of at least nine people that Joan has influenced and
you get a glimpse as to perhaps nine reasons that she survived.
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By Fernando Del Valle
Photos by Troy Hitt
On September 11, 2013, we will again pause to remember one of
America’s biggest tragedies - and for many of us, the biggest tragedy
of our lifetime. It was a moment when time stood still and our
nation gasped in unison. We dismissed our differences and joined as
one in the face of peril. We asked some of our Henry County friends
for their thoughts and feelings about the events that took place 12
years ago. These are their stories.
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Gritz Family Restaurant has been a staple of the McDonough Square since 1992. On the morning of September 11, 2001, JENNIFER GUNTHER, KIM LEE AND
TRAVIS WATSON got on with their day like any other,
taking care of those having breakfast and trying to make
everyone feel at home.
“I remember we had a small TV playing, but I was not
paying attention until someone came running into the
restaurant and told us what was happening. I could not
belief what I was seeing,” related Jennifer. “Everyone in
the restaurant was looking at the TV in complete disbelief. We all stayed at work until the restaurant was closed
early that afternoon.” Jennifer recalls how generous and
caring people were after the attacks. She felt heartbroken
for the families of the firefighters. That hit close to home
for her because her husband is a firefighter.
Kim echoes similar sentiments. It was like nothing she
had ever experienced. She remembers how heart wrenching it was to watch everything unfolding on television.
“The mood in the restaurant was somber,” shared Kim.
She felt anger and sadness, disbelief - like an emotional
roller coaster ride that was simply unbearable. However,
she also remembers, with a sense of hope, how united
everyone was. It was the first time she had seen that in
her lifetime. “Time has passed now and that feeling has
passed with it,” Kim sadly said. “I wish we had that togetherness always.”
Travis was in the kitchen, a very young man at the time,
not far removed from high school. At first, he thought
it was a prank because it was not something he thought
could ever happen. Once he realized it was all true, he experienced a sense of shock, fear and helplessness. He also
recollects one great thing that came out of the event...the
sense of closeness everyone felt. Their experience on that
day bonded them in a way that still shows in how they
treat each other - as if they had made a pact to always be
in unity.
VICK AND BONNIE ROBERSON walked into a local
establishment and first heard the news about a plane
crashing into one of the Twin Towers in New York City.
Everyone was discussing and unsure of what was happening. Suddenly, the second plane hit the other tower
and the mood changed from uncertainty to disbelief.
We were under attack. The place was filled with sadness like a dark cloud was shrouding the nation. They
left there and tried to find comfort in familiar places
and went to a nearby restaurant to have breakfast, as
they had done so many times before. “We sat there and
everyone in the restaurant seemed to be looking down.
It was very somber. It was such a terrifying and unnecessary tragedy - it makes one realize the need to live
with and for God,” shares Bonnie. In the days after the
attacks Bonnie remembers how eerie everything was.
She was accustomed to the noise of airplanes overhead,
coming and going. But now the silence was unbearable
and a reminder of what had transpired.
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That fateful morning, PHILIP ZOOK kissed his
wife MISSY goodbye, as he headed to the airport
to catch a plane to Columbus, OH for a business
trip to his company’s headquarters. He landed in
Columbus at 9:30 AM. He gathered his bags and
picked up his rental car. All the while, the nation
was experiencing the devastation of a brutal, senseless attack on our people and our way of life.
“When we got off the plane, nothing seemed different from other times when I traveled. No one at the
airport acted differently and nothing was being reported,” relates Philip. It wasn’t until he was well on
his way to his office in Columbus that he turned on
the radio and realized what was happening. In the
meantime, Missy was home worrying about Philip
because there were no details about which planes
had crashed and she had not heard from Philip for
several hours.
Their son Zachary, age nine, and daughter Hannah, age eight, were at school and class had been
stopped for a moment of prayer, although the children were not told what had occurred. Missy recalls that day Zachary told her, when he arrived
home from school, that as they prayed he could tell
something was very wrong.
Philip was at his office in Columbus, OH. Everyone decided to work through the day, but the mood
was somber at best. Nothing was typical. He and
his coworkers tried to make sense of the tragedy.
Missy tearfully remembers the awful day and relates how horrified she was watching all the tragic
events happening right before her eyes. Yet, she
found relief in the knowledge that God’s presence
was with us. She also shares the sentiment of so
many, “I wish we always felt the level of concern for
others that we had then.”
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“My wife SALLY received a number of calls
from friends to check on me, immediately after
the third plane struck the Pentagon as I was supposed to be working there,” recalls JUDGE JIM
CHAFIN. I had gone to the Pentagon for a few
weeks of training (I was a US Air Force Reserve
Colonel at the time). Sally assured everyone that
I was okay because she knew the day before I had
begun a two week class at the Naval War College
in Newport, RI, far from harm’s way.
As events developed, soon after class had started, everyone gathered to watch the reports on
the television. The class was postponed and Jim
decided to go to his room and continue watching the news reports. He was concerned about
his coworkers at the Pentagon. After a few
hours, he was able to find out they were all fine...
and no one in his department had been injured.
Judge Chafin remembers his sense of helplessness and disbelief - and how vulnerable it felt for
our nation. He completed his class and came
back home. Thirty days later he returned to the
Pentagon to work for several weeks. “The 82nd
Airborne Division had been assigned to guard
the Pentagon. It was very surreal, like watching
a bad movie. I believe because we are so connected by technology and the media, more than
any time during our history; in comparison to
when Pearl Harbor was attacked, we were able to
come together faster and experience the feeling
of despair, as well as our fighting spirit.
“I was at my brother’s house working and
heard it on the radio. We turned on the TV
just in time for the 2nd plane to strike the
Towers,” TED UPCHURCH recalls. He was
shocked that something like this could ever
happen on U.S. soil. Ted, like many other
business owners, was affected at once by the
financial ripples that followed the attacks...
yet he decided to tough it out. “This bonded
us all as Americans; it united us,” he fondly
remembers.
However, he also feels that many “used this
tragedy for personal gain that would later
divide the country.” He felt the tragedy was
also used as an excuse for a misguided and
ill planned war. “I wish we didn’t have to live
in fear… but I think that was the intent of the
terrorists, and it worked.” He wishes that religion was not used to divide cultures. “True
religion should not be hateful and personal
beliefs should not be imposed on others.”
Ted feels that “true spiritual people should
just love others as they are and understand
their heritage.” He misses the innocence we
once had.
“We felt so vulnerable! How do you
overcome that fear for your children, for
your family,” ponders NICK ESBER. At
the time, he was living in Salt Lake City,
UT and working for a trucking distribution
center. That day everything came to a halt
as they tried to make sense of something
they were not prepared for. Nick relates that
no one worked that day. They all huddled
around the TV to watch the news and try to
comfort each other. He was supposed to fly
the next day to Phoenix, AZ, but the flights
were cancelled. He stayed home to help put
together a company fundraiser for rescue
efforts and the families affected. He recalls
how proud everyone was to be an American;
patriotism was at an all time high. The sense
of community was addictive. Unity and
support for the military and civil servants
was palpable. Years later, Nick still relates
how proud he is of our nation and how we
came together during that time of tragedy.
As I spoke to my fellow county residents, I felt every emotion I had that day, from disbelief
and shock to sadness and despair. Then we experienced a sense of resolve in our nation -- an
incredible time when we forgot about race, class or status. We came together to stand strong and
decisively against anyone that would threaten the people of our country. No one could question
our determination. We vowed once again to show one another our strength and zeal for what is
good and right.
On this anniversary of September 11, we remember that terrible day with sadness. Our hearts are
wide open to those who lost loved ones that tragic day and the days that followed. We remember
the sacrifice and the heroes that came together to give of themselves when our nation needed them
most. We celebrate you. As Bonnie Roberson told me, “there’s no telling what we will see next,”
for no one knows the future. Yet one thing is clear, if the time comes, we will again stand together
- determined, unwavering, in the strength of a people united - for we are the United States of
America!
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By Jeffery C. Wells
W
hen Meriwether Lewis and William Rogers Clark left on their trek westward to explore the newly
purchased Louisiana Territory, many Americans were still mystified by the great expanse beyond the
Mississippi River. Some people were afraid that Lewis and Clark would never be seen again because
of the dangers that lurked out there including hostile natives and the Spanish army. (Americans knew
the Spanish army had forts in various parts of the West but they were unsure the number and size of these
forts.) Even President Jefferson got in on the fray. According to scholars at National Geographic, Jefferson thought that the expedition would encounter things like wooly mammoths, smoldering volcanoes
and mountains formed of pure salt. However, as the team made its way through the wilderness starting
in 1804, no such discoveries were made, although the expedition ran into many things that captivated
their minds and fueled their imaginations.
Fast forward over 200 years later, and many Americans, like our ancestors during the days of Jefferson, are still captivated by the American West. In Henry County this past summer, the Elder family
made good on their desire to see and explore part of Jefferson’s great purchase. But the story of the Elder
family and their odyssey took many twists and turns...like the route they took to get there. What ended
up as a 26 day, 6,230 mile trip, really began a few years ago in the classroom.
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May your adventures bring you closer together,
even as they take you far away from home.”
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Brian and Angela Elder’s daughter, Katy Mae, came home a few years
ago excited about things she was learning regarding our nation’s early presidents from her teacher, Stacy Clendenen. Mrs. Clendenen
taught both of the Elder’s children, Katy Mae and her brother Noel,
for the better part of the last five years. Her teaching about the nation’s chief executives stimulated the children’s interest. Both excited
and curious, Katy Mae insisted that one day her family should visit
Mount Rushmore so she and her
brother could see the depictions
of Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and Roosevelt (that’s
Teddy, not Franklin).
Her words did not go unheard.
Of course, it helped that Katy
Mae’s family tree is full of educators. Angela Elder, her mother, is
a first grade teacher at McDonough Methodist Academy. Her
aunt, P.J. Carmean, is a teacher in
California, as well as her husband
Doug. Then there is grandmother, Kathy Elder, a retired educator
with over 30 years experience in
the classroom. But it was Kathy, and her husband Larry, who responded to the call to action from Katy Mae.
Purchasing an R.V., the Elders drove to
Georgia to support their grandchildren’s soccer team this past June. After a first place finish in Houston County, the Elders, with Brian
at the helm, took their R.V., loaded chock full
of supplies, classroom teachers, and young
impressionable minds, on the first leg of their
journey. Covering a few states on that first day,
the family stayed overnight in Lefleur’s Bluff
State Park in Jackson, Mississippi. Continuing
through the southern corridor of the nation,
the Elders drove to Denison, Texas for a family gathering. The next day some of the family
got their first glimpse of the desert when they
rolled in to New Mexico, staying overnight at Albuquerque. Before
leaving the deserts of the Southwest, Noel and Katy Mae got their
first junior ranger honors at the Petrified Forest National Park just
east of Holbrook, Arizona. This would be the first of five for the kids.
Of course, the last stop in Arizona was the Grand Canyon National
Park. It was here Brian saw the most impressive sight on his leg of
the trip - a California condor circling the Grand Canyon.
Arriving in California, the Elders connected with Doug and P.J.
Carmean, Brian’s sister and brother-in-law, and their two children,
Margo and Alton. After celebrating Larry’s 70th birthday, a few days
of visiting family in Long Beach, and Noel trying his hand at surfing, the Elders and Carmeans set off on the next leg of their journey.
Even though Brian and Angela had to fly home to Georgia to return
to work, Angela said, “It was a great experience sharing this with my
children. As a teacher, you talk about these places in the classroom,
and your students read about them in textbooks, but actually visiting them with your family and loved ones, is an experience almost
indescribable.”
After departing from California, Larry and P.J. shared the driving. The next stop was Utah. In Utah the family experienced the
thrill of driving
through a one-way
tunnel at Zion National Park near
Springdale….and
they went hiking
in Bryce Canyon.
After this, their
journey took them
north to Henry’s
Lake State Park in
Idaho, P.J.’s favorite
spot on the whole
trip. P.J. remembers it was freezing
cold one morning
and there was snow on the
ground, in June! Next the
family went to Yellowstone
National Park, not far from
Henry’s Lake, but over the
border in Wyoming. During this time, Larry and
Kathy celebrated their 42nd
anniversary surrounded by
family and some of the most
beautiful natural wonders
in the continental United
States.
Sad to leave behind the
beauty of Henry’s Lake and
Yellowstone, the family
moved on to Larry’s favorite
spot for the trip - Deadwood, South Dakota. Larry wanted to see
the location where Wild Bill Hickok drew his last breath after being
shot in a poker game gone bad by Jack McCall. Legend has it that
Hickok’s final poker hand - a pair of black aces and a pair of black
eights, is the source for the modern poker players’ dead man’s hand.
After a few days at Crazy Horse Campground in South Dakota,
the family finally arrived at Mount Rushmore, the true reason for
their trip. Everyone was in awe of the majestic sculpture carved into
the mountain side. The family took time to reflect on their nation’s
history and this fitting tribute to four men who helped found, expand,
save and strengthen our country. When asked what stood out the
most about the carving, Katy Mae said “Abraham Lincoln, because I
really liked the way they carved his beard on the mountain.”
After celebrating Larry’s 70th
birthday, a few days of visiting
family in Long Beach, and Noel
trying his hand at surfing, the
Elders and Carmeans set off on
the next leg of their journey.
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the presidential sculptures that captured his attention. He was equally impressed by the fact that no one died building Mt. Rushmore, a fact
he was excited to relay during the interview for this article.
All in all, the journey was quite historic for the Elder family. Traveling over 6000 miles, (more than most people travel in a lifetime) and
visiting 20 states…. the family will never forget the summer of 2013. Kathy Elder’s comments sum up what makes this journey so impressive.
With an air of excitement in her voice, she said “It’s almost like the credit card commercial that tells you the price of all these things, but then
at the end mentions that something that costs nothing is priceless. That’s how I feel about this trip. All the money you spend is one thing,
but the family memories you make and have are priceless. I am 61 and my children are 41 and 42. Having this opportunity with them and
their children is something I wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world.” Indeed, the Elders set out on their own version of the Lewis and
Clark expedition, but instead of drawings of plants and the pelts of wild animals, they brought home a lifetime of memories and the type of
education for their children and grandchildren the price of Harvard tuition could not buy.
Over 6,000
Miles Traveled
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HENRY LIVING
HIGHSTYLE
For large elegant spaces it is always a good idea to have a focal point. In this case,
there is a gorgeous wall of windows that open up to an outstanding view and a
custom trey ceiling above, to really set off the room. A custom but cozy sofa will
invite guests to enjoy this room while also enjoying its beauty.
by CHRIS EVANS
Dr. Crowe has been my chiropractor for many
years. With his knowledge and skills, I am
proof that a healthy and aligned spine both
limits pain and the need for medications.
— Judy Neal
Guiding
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A warm and cozy Wyoming inspired basement remodel is just the space to enjoy with
family and friends. Imagine resting in front of the stone fireplace stretched out on the
cowhide rug with your head propped up on soft pillows. Around you the artwork comes
alive with running horses. Copper lanterns are dimmed as you enjoy a late night musing
about loads of memorabilia and the good ole days. This is just the space to spend time
relaxing after a long day of work.
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FASHION
(Pink Cubboard)
When decorating a space with treasured items, don’t be afraid to display them in unusual places or group them
as art on your walls. It is fun to walk into a space and find items on the walls you wouldn’t ordinarily think of
placing there - like wagon wheels or cowboy hats or even tractor seats. It makes the space personal and is a
conversation starter when sharing stories with friends and family of when and where the items were found.
SALVAGE SEEKING
Sometimes the best way to procure an original accessory is to visit the past. I went out seeking local salvage stores and
was able to find some rather rare pieces. My flare for the obscure is usually tamed by my draw toward the classics. I
wandered around town and made my way into a few little shops that were kind enough to let me touch everything and
get pictures (thanks to my husband Troy). Here is a glimpse of what you can find when you look outside of the box.
Enamel pieces are typically not my
favorite but this little vase necklace
with cranes was different. Just
enough interest without being too
much of a conversation piece.
(Emporium at Hampton)
Aside from wanting the giant wooden doll thingy
on my mantel, I was drawn to the necklace more
specifically this day. The different tones paired
together in this piece make it super versatile
and easy to wear with everything. It’s quite
perfect. (Planters Walk Antique Mall )
Costume jewelry that you try and pass off
as real can be a risky mistake but a delicate
piece like this bracelet is just enough ‘faux
flash’ to keep you in the clear.
(Emporium at Hampton)
Get out and dig around a little. You might be very surprised at what you can salvage.
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