Transcribed by Becky Campbell
January 2, 1947
* Cal's Column *
We have been absent from
the columns of the Times for many weeks, due largely to one of the busiest
seasons we have ever had. Even now we
are rushed to the limit with work. Long
ago in our youthful days, we felt that if we worked hard and tried to use a
little bit of judgement and business sense, we ought to be able to rest from
the time we were fifty until the end of the way. But, alas! we have more to do now than we had in our thirties or
forties, and less strength with which to meet the increasing burdens and
responsibilities. However, we still
believe one is better off to wear out than to rust out.
We have under consideration
a proposition to publish a small monthly paper for a minister in West
Tennessee. He has recently lost his
printer connection through the ill health of the typesetter who has set the
type for the paper for several months.
We have offered a proposition to do the printing if the paper can be
mailed in West Tennessee by the owner and without adding to our already heavy
duties. We do not have time to add on
the extra work required to keep the mailing lists in order.
The editor has been extended
a unanimous call to succeed himself as pastor of Mace's Hill Baptist church,
between Dixon Springs and Pleasant Shade.
This call was made on last Saturday afternoon and was one of the most
appreciated ever offered the writer.
This was because of the fact that he has served this church continuously
since its organization on August 16, 1917, a period of more than 29 years. During this time the church has grown
rapidly in membership, from 35 at its
organization to 395 at this time. He
does not ask any credit for this large increase, but does acknowledge a
tremendous debt of gratitude to his Maker and to the church. During these years the church has contributed
approximately $12,000 to the pastor's support.
This church is located a quarter mile from where the editor was born and
where he grew to manhood. He considers
the Mace's Hill church the crowning work of his ministerial life and is humbly
grateful to the great Giver of all blessings for His loving favors along the
way.
On December 8th, in company
with our younger children and two neighbor boys, we made a trip to Celina, Dale
Hollow, Livingston and Cookeville. At
Celina we saw the devastation wrought by the worst fire in the history of
Clay's county seat, the loss being
estimated at more than a hundred
thousand dollars. The worst feature of
the whole disaster was that the fire started from the scuffling of the two men
who were in an argument over the boundary line between their lands, and who overturned a stove that set fire to
a filling station, from which the fire
spread to the hotel, stores and other places until nearly a dozen buildings had
gone up in smoke. We doubt seriously if
a hundred dollars were involved in the
disputed line, but this dispute will cost innocent people perhaps a hunderd
thousand dollars above their insurance.
How often do those who are guilty and responsible compel the innocent to
suffer! Our courts cannot reach many of
the unfortunate cases, but feel sure there is a kind of justice in the works to
come where unjust and undeserved afflictions put on the innocent by the
guilty, will be heard and those who
were able to get around the courts of justice on earth will be properly
punished.
We found that the debris
from the fire had already been largely moved away and that every thing
indicated that the losers of the property were planning to rebuild. It will, however be a costly proposition to
rebuild at this time, with materials extremely
scarce and high and with wages five times as high as they were 15 years
ago.
From Celina we visited the
big dam that impounds the waters of Dale Hollow Lake. The dam has been finished and is a wonderful piece of concerte
and steel. Across the top of the dam a
highway has been constructed, enabling the the motoring public and other
travelers to cross to the south bank of Obey River and to pursue their way then
east or west. The huge lake some time
ago reached the level deemed sufficient by engineers. So to keep the level from rising higher, part of the gates of
the dam have been opened and the level of the lake is dropping slightly, which
shows that some more water is leaving the lake through the gates at the bottom of
the dam than is being fed into the lake by the river above and the streams that
run into it. The pressure of the water
of the lake which is in places 120 feet deep is so great that the released
water comes from the openings with tremendous speed and shoots far out down the
river, turning white under pressure and some of it forming vapor. It is a very pretty sight and makes a
wonderful picture. The releasing of
the waters is reported to have raised the Cumberland near Hartsville two feet.
The work of installing the
big generators to "make"
electricity is well under way. A huge
concrete box has been built just below the dam, the bottom of which goes down
to the leve of the floor of the lake or perhaps somewhat lower. In this the generators and other equipment
for turning the flowing and high pressured waters of the big lake into
electricity are being installed.
However, it is not known how long a time will elapse before current will
be flowing from the dam to turn the wheels of industry and to give light and
power to thousands of homes.
From Dale Hollow we motored over the rather crooked Cordell Hull Highway to Livingston where we "et," and then paid a visit to our fellow newspaper man, Mr. Eldridge, of the Livingston Enterprise, who treated us with every kindness and the greatest of courtesy. We found him home very pleasant and left it with a feeling that we would like to go back some time.
From Livingston we motored
south to Cookeville where we sought to see our former typesetter and printer, Buel B. Bernard, who, we thought,
was still working for the Cookeville paper.
But he had left Cookeville some weeks before and had gone back to
Kentucky, where he was born and reared.
We did not learn of his present address. From Cookeville we took the road to Carthage, thence to Hartsville and then on to Lafayette,
getting back to Lafayette too late to milk the cows, which task we had promised
to do before leaving in the morning.
Even preachers do not keep a lot
of their promises, at least some of them do not.
The weather on Sunday was
about the finest we have ever seen in December. The was in the sixties or low seventies, the air had a smoky,
Indian summer appearance, and many leaves still glowed the the brilliant colors
of the finest autumn we can recall. Pastures were still green and fields of
wheat and rye were like the springtime for greenness.