Letters

Dear Jamie,

In the early morning hours of November 4, Satilla REMC members in the Zoar Road community experienced a lengthy power outage resulting from the vandalism of a major piece of electrical equipment providing power service to this area. At 4:30 a.m., the Satilla control center began to receive telephone calls in regards to the outage and immediately dispatched the repair crew on call to the area. After extensive inspection of the line in question, the Satilla crew members discovered that someone had opened fire with a high-powered rifle on one of the line regulators near the Zoar Road Methodist Church. As soon as possible other Satilla technicians and Appling County law enforcement were called to the site and the repair of the line and the investigation of the damage was undertaken. [Full Story »] 

By Hollis Crummey

As we reach the fall of the year and approach Thanksgiving, I am reminded of one popular fall social event enjoyed by the country folks of south Georgia. Cane grindings, as we called them, was the culmination of the sugarcane harvest. Not all farmers grew sugar cane. My folks never did in my lifetime. But various families over the county grew sugarcane and some purchased patches from neighbors who chose to sell a crop rather than cook it out into syrup. A cane harvest involved hard labor; the fodder must be stripped from the stalk, the stalks had to be cut down, and hauled up to the cane mill where they were ground into juice. Hence the term “cane grinding”. The juice then had to be transferred over to the boiler, which was under the boiler shelter. Then cooked at just the right temperature for just the right amount of time in order to turn it into the delicacy called “Cane Syrup”. The boiler was fired with wood, so keeping the juice at a desired temperature was an art in it’s self. Then the finished product was cooled down to a point that it could be bottled. Many times it was bottled in used bottles and used fruit jars that had been gathered up for this purpose. Of course they were cleaned and sterilized in a boiler of hot water. [Full Story »] 

Dear Editor,

As we travel this highway called life many things happen that may be considered interruptions. We grow up, have families, acquire careers perhaps, lose loved ones and in some cases our health may become compromised. But to God Be the Glory! That is what I want to talk about, when your health becomes compromised. [Full Story »] 

Tyrades! By Danny Tyree

“What have you done for us lately?”

I don’t think the average American military veteran has the time or the temperament to spend 51 weeks a year asking such a question, but a reasonable person could hardly blame him if he did.
Veterans Day can be like Mother’s Day or Father’s Day — an occasion to heap praise upon individuals whom we spend the rest of the year ignoring, tolerating or circumventing. A week’s worth of bumper stickers, newspaper interviews, special discounts and grade school essays soon give way to the daily grind. [Full Story »]