tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88663021855208045692024-03-19T05:02:05.334-07:00The P.Y. Waters Family And Their DescendentsThe story of the P.Y. Waters Family and their children and all of their descendents. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-90219406748141958662017-08-20T10:39:00.000-07:002017-08-20T10:39:15.927-07:00Daniel Lee Hagy Sr.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Daniel Lee Hagy, Sr. age 73 of Commerce, GA passed away Thursday Dec. 10, 2015. Mr. Hagy was the son of the late Henry Stuart and Georgia Stone Hagy. He was a self employed truck parts salesman. Survivors include his wife, Lucy Waters Hagy of the residence; a son, Daniel (Johanna) Hagy, Jr, Buford; two daughters, Beverly Hagy (Kevin) Vanderhoef, Toccoa, Michal Hagy (Duane) Benslay, Talmo; brother, John Henry Hagy, Princeton, W.VA; sister, Jean Hagy Hobbs, Goode, VA; and 10 grandchildren, Darrin and Krysten Sorenson, Kelsey Vanderhoef, Kaylee Vanderhoef, Annika, Jacob and Tyler Hagy, Konlan, Trevor and Melia Benslay. Funeral Services will be held at 2 pm Saturday Dec.12, 2015 at Ivie Funeral Home Chapel, Commerce with George Lee officiating. Burial will follow in Grey Hill Cemetery. The family will receive friends 6-8 pm Friday Dec. 11, 2015 at the funeral home. Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce is in charge of the arrangements. Announcement courtesy of Whitlock Mortuary.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-71669665382660277742017-08-20T10:27:00.000-07:002017-08-20T10:27:41.555-07:00Billy Joe Waters<img alt="Billy Joe Waters's obituary, Passed away on August 16th 2017 in Jefferson, Georgia" height="320" src="https://www.afterlife.co/us/obituary-jefferson-billy-joe-waters-2003336-4155e412.jpg" width="320" /><br />
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Mr.<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Billy Joe</strong><span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong>, age 77, of Jefferson, GA died Wednesday, August 16, 2017 at Northeast Georgia Medical Center, Gainesville. Mr.<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong><span> </span>was born in Homer to the late Charles E. and Arlene Cowart<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong>. He was a member of The Refuge Church and was retired from commercial construction. In addition to his parents, Mr.<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong><span> </span>was preceded in death by his wife, Carolyn Merita Brookshire<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong>. Mr.<span> </span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box !important; font-weight: bolder;">Waters</strong><span> </span>is survived by his daughters, Michelle Brock (Troy) of Winder, Sherry Healan (Greg) of Watkinsville, Jean Owensby of Commerce, Teresa Gaines (Darrell) of Commerce, and Crystal Fletcher (John) of Jefferson; son, Josh Kesler (Robin) of Commerce; 11 Grandchildren, 22 great-grandchildren, and 1 great-great-grandchild. Funeral services will be at 11 AM, Tuesday, August 22 at the chapel of Little-Ward Funeral Home. Interment will follow in Jackson Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Monday night from 5 to 8.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-35503257505862117972017-07-30T12:01:00.000-07:002017-07-30T12:02:03.064-07:00Pictures Of Waters Ancestors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Clifford Wheeler</div>
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Nellie Waters Wheeler</div>
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Thelma Waters Blalock</div>
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James and Sarah Waters</div>
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Grandmother Bullock</div>
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James Lester</div>
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Oleane Turpin Crane</div>
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Sidney Nathaniel Waters D.D.S.</div>
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Sidney and Fredna Waters D.D.S.</div>
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Grandmother Lester</div>
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Roger Waters</div>
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Cheryl Wheeler Griffin</div>
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Ralph Blalock</div>
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Mrs. Ralph Blalock</div>
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Lemuel Blalock</div>
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Mr. Jack Currie</div>
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Ruth Blalock Currie</div>
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Mary Pauline Waters</div>
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Blalock</div>
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Grandfather Lester</div>
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Lottie Waters Gary</div>
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The Lester and Bullock Famlies</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-9229394947026505202017-05-30T17:53:00.001-07:002017-05-30T17:53:52.483-07:00John Collison Waters
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<b>Name</b><em>:</em> John Collinson Waters <a href="http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=%2Dgem%2D&id=I11738#s1"><sup>1</sup></a>
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<b>Sex</b><em>:</em> M
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<b>Birth</b><em>:</em> Between 1789 in North
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<b>Death</b><em>:</em> Between 1862 in Hall
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<b>Reference Number</b><em>:</em> 11738
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Feb. 28, 1799' - Warren County
Deed Book ?A? - p. 508 - Castleberry, Martha, Peter, and Claburn, to
Matthew McCrary, all of Warren County. Deed dated Feb. 28, 1799,
conveying 100 acres on Long Creek, granted to the said Martha in
1791. - Witness: Arthur Jenkins, Collinson Waters.<br /><br />Dec. 27,
1799' - Warren County Deed Book ?C? - p. 18 - Castleberry, David of
Hancock Co., to Edward Castleberry of Warren Co. Deed dated Dec. 27,
1799, for 112 acres on Ogechee River granted to Hill Barnes in 1787.
- Witnesses: Joseph Howell, Calingston Waters.<br /><br />Nov. 9, 1800' -
Warren County, GA, Deed Book ?F? - p. 150 - Few, Ignatius, of
Columbia County, to Claborn Castleberry of Warren Co. Deed
dated Nov. 9, 1800, for land on Long Creek being part of grant made
in 1784 to grantor. - Witnesses: Colloenson Waters, William
ROSSEAU.<br /><br />1818' - Hall County was formed from Jackson &
Franklin Counties.<br /><br />23 Nov., 1818' - Jackson Co., GA Deeds -
Collinson Waters of Jackson Co., sold 120 acres in Jackson Co. to
Robert Burk of Jackson County, adjacent. Jones line...Wm. ? Gravets
line… <br />Witness - William Matthews & David Waters.<br /><br /><b>Note</b>:
Supposedly, Collinson Waters ran a stagecoach line from Hall County,
Georgia to Savannah, Georgia.
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COMMERCE - Lillie Mae Waters, 102, died
Tuesday, April 4, 2017, at Brighter Morning. <br /><br />Mrs. Waters was
born in Commerce, the daughter of the late Harvie and Volumma Tucker
Cattlet. She was a member of Mt. Bethel United Methodist Church and
was a homemaker. Mrs. Waters was preceded in death by her husband,
Emory Lester Waters.<br /><br />Survivors include her son and
daughter-in-law, Roger and Nadine Waters, Commerce; grandchildren,
Lisa Evans and Michelle Pledger; and one great-grandchild, Marcus
Evans.<br /><br />Funeral services will be held Saturday, April 8, at 2
p.m. at the chapel of Little-Ward Funeral Home with the Revs. Terry
DeLand and Sandy Skinner officiating. Interment will follow in
Jackson Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the
funeral home Friday, April 7, from 6 to 8 p.m.<br /><br />Little-Ward
Funeral Home, Commerce is in charge of arrangements.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-44825611921665415472017-03-08T16:33:00.002-08:002017-03-08T16:33:55.310-08:00Why Do We Call Parents “Mom” and “Dad”?
Calling our parents anything other than mom, dad or one of the
many variations thereof is an almost alien concept to many (and in
some cultures is considered downright rude). So why is it we refer to
our parents in this way? Where did it come from and perhaps, more
curiously, is there any culture that forgoes this seemingly universal
nickname custom for parental figures?<br />
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The words can be traced back to the 1500's for “dad” and the
1800's for “mom”. As with so many etymologies, where these words
were first uttered and by whom is a mystery. Even the Oxford English
Dictionary has admitted that they have “no evidence” on where the
word “dad” originated. The word “mom”, on the other hand, is
a slightly different story and it’s widely believed that the word
was born from the much older word “mamma” which itself can be
traced <a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=mamma" target="_blank">back
to the 1500s in English. </a>This, in turn, can be traced back to
Latin where “mamma” meant “breast” or “teat”. From this
word,<br />
we also got the word “mammalia” and later “mammal” to
describe animals that suckle their young.<br />
This brings us to the amazing part- a word extremely similar to
“mom” occurs in almost every language on Earth. We don’t mean
that there is a word <em>for</em> “mom” in every language; we
mean that the word for “mom” is shockingly similar across
nearly all of the most commonly spoken languages on Earth.<br />
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For example, if you wanted to address your mother in Dutch you’d
say “moeder”, if you were to travel to Germany on the other hand
you’d call her “mutter” while over in Italy you’d refer to
her as, “madre”. Now we know what you’re thinking, those are
all European languages. So let’s mix things up a bit and list
the words for mom or mother in some more, shall we say, “exotic”
languages, from an English speaker’s point of view, and see if you
start to notice a pattern:<br />
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Chinese: Mãma
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Hindi: Mam
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Afrikaans: Ma
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Ancient Egyptian: Mut
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<li>Swahili: Mama
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As you can clearly see from this list, there’s a very peculiar
trend with “mom” in various languages in that it’s nearly
universally pronounced with an “m” sound. If you’re still
not convinced or think that we’re perhaps cherry picking examples,
here’s a <a href="http://www.indobase.com/holidays/mothers-day/facts/mother-in-different-languages.html" target="_blank">pretty
exhaustive list</a> of ways to say “mother” in a number of
languages for you to peruse at your leisure. With a few exceptions,
our favorite of which is the Mapunzugun “Ñuke”, you’ll note
that they pretty much all employ an “m” and often a “ma”
sound.<br />
As for the word “dad”, while there is certainly more variation
in the ways to address your man-mum in foreign languages, similar
trends can be observed. For example, the word “Papa” is present
in several languages including Russian, Hindi, Spanish and English,
while slight variations on it appear in German (Papi), Icelandic
(Pabbi), Swedish (Pappa) and a number of other languages across the
globe. Likewise in Turkish, Greek, Swahili, Malay and several
other languages the word for dad is “Baba” or a variation of it.<br />
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The current working theory to explain this fascinating phenomenon
is that the words parents use to refer to themselves are derived from
the babblings of their child during its “baby-talk” phase. It has
been observed that babies, regardless of where in the world they’re
born, naturally learn to make <a href="http://www.utexas.edu/features/archive/2005/babble.html" target="_blank">the
</a><a href="http://www.utexas.edu/features/archive/2005/babble.html" target="_blank">same
few sounds</a> as they begin to learn to speak. It has also been
noted that during the babbling stage, babies will create what is
known as “protowords” by combining nonsensical combinations of
consonants and vowels.<br />
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The really interesting part about these protowords is that they’re
consistent across different cultures for reasons that aren’t quite
clear. The words babies make in this early babbling stage tend to use
the softer contestants like B, P and M, often leading to the creation
of otherwise non-words like baba, papa and mama by the child in
question.<br />
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It’s further theorised that as these are often the first sounds
babies are able to make consistently, parents came to use them to
refer to themselves, which explains why words like “mama”,
“papa,” “dada”, “tata” and “baba” are present in so
many languages as a way of addressing one’s parents. It’s usually
less complex to say than the parent’s real names and works as a
substitute that ultimately sticks.<br />
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As to why the “ma” sound in derivations like “mamma” came
to be assigned to women instead of men, it is generally thought that
it derived from the sound babies make while suckling or feeding. It’s
noted that the only sound a baby can really make while its mouth is
full of his or her mother’s life giving bosom is a “slight nasal
murmur” or a repeated “m” sound. Further, when the baby
is hungry and sees the object of its foodie desires, it is not
uncommon for the baby to, as linguist Roman Jakobson put it,
“reproduced [it] as an anticipatory signal”. While no one
can prove this is how “mom” and its predecessor “mamma” came
about, it would at the least explain why there is an almost universal
trend of the word for mother in varying languages utilising the “m”,
and often “ma” sound.<br />
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There is no such precise theory for why the word “dad” was
specifically chosen (presumably from “dada”), but this lack of a
good reason to assign “dada” to male parents over other
variations like “papa”, “tata”, “baba”, etc. is perhaps
why there is such variation on this one in terms of which repeated
consonant is used to go along with the a’s in a given culture.<br />
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So is there any culture in which this nicknaming practise isn’t
observed? There are certainly examples of cultures that don’t
adhere to the idea of a nuclear family, but as far as applying
similar types of nicknames to parental figures, not really… At
least as far as we could find and we’re usually very good at this
sort of thing and spent more hours than we care to admit trying to
find the obligatory exception. But if you happen to be an
anthropologist or just someone who knows different and you know of an
exception where children don’t commonly give their parental figures
(whether truly their biological parents or not) some sort of
nickname, please do let us know. We came up empty on it, which makes
us a little uncomfortable as there seemingly always is at least one
exception somewhere for just about any issue. Is this an exception to
the rule that there is always an exception? It would <em>seem</em>
so.<br />
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We are so glad to have an addition to our family contact us to be added to the family Facebook Group as well as to our family blog.<br />
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Her grandmother was my Mildred Blalock Gunter and her mother was my second cousin, Vicky Gunter Brown. Vicky was often in our home growing up and we always thought of her as an addition to our family.<br />
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Today, we are glad to welcome our cousin the daughter and her family of Vicky Gunter Brown to the Waters Family.<br />
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Darina Boleman is also the great-grand daughter of the late Thelma Waters Blalock.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-4646032422797147052017-02-02T12:02:00.001-08:002017-02-02T15:39:24.973-08:00New Born Decendants P.Y. Waters and Nettie L. Waters Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ty Tatum (Son of Andy and Gayla Tatum)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-90069253807443775432017-01-03T15:33:00.001-08:002017-01-03T15:33:02.059-08:00Decendants Of Collison WatersGeneration No. 1<br />
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1. COLLINSON1 WATERS was born Abt. 1789 in Cherokee Nation, GA. He<br />
married STACY BENTON.<br />
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Notes for COLLINSON WATERS:<br />
NOTE in 1832 Hall County Cherokee Land Lottery it shows:<br />
Collins WATERS' orphans getting land.<br />
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Children of COLLINSON WATERS and STACY BENTON are:<br />
2. i. MATTHEW JOHNSON2 WATERS, b. August 12, 1817; d. October
28,<br />
1895, Waters Family Cemetery, Hall Co., GA.<br />
ii. MALE WATERS.<br />
iii. MALE WATERS.<br />
iv. FEMALE WATERS.<br />
v. THOMAS B. WATERS.<br />
vi. JAMES S. WATERS.<br />
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Notes for JAMES S. WATERS:<br />
Does this belong THIS James' children?<br />
Official Register of Land Lottery of Georgia -- 1827, p.205<br />
Fortunate Drawers: James Waters' orphans,<br />
Captains District: Hunicuts<br />
Number: 7<br />
District: 6<br />
County: Carroll County<br />
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vii. SARAH WATERS, m. HARRIS PUCKETT, JR..<br />
viii. MARGARET WATERS.<br />
3. ix. STACIE WATERS, b. Abt. 1823.<br />
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Generation No. 2<br />
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2. MATTHEW JOHNSON2 WATERS (COLLINSON1) was born August 12, 1817,
and<br />
died October 28, 1895; buried in Waters Family Cemetery, Hall Co., GA. He<br />
married ELIZABETH WARREN January 22, 1839 in Hall County, GA.<br />
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Notes for MATTHEW JOHNSON WATERS:<br />
Matthew Johnson Waters married 22 January, 1859, Hall Co., GA, Book A, page<br />
119 (2) Elizabeth WARREN (2) Nancy STRICKLAND (no children).<br />
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Notes for ELIZABETH WARREN:<br />
In Co. D, 27th GA INF, Colquitt's Brigade, C.S.A., organized at Redwine<br />
Methodist Church in Hall Co., GA, there is a "J. B. WARREN, private; on sick<br />
furlough 1864. (John B. WARREN m. Mary PIRKLE, May 17, 1850, Hall Co.,<br />
GA." I know that Elizabeth WARREN's mother was a PIRKLE; is this her<br />
father?<br />
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More About ELIZABETH WARREN:<br />
Fact 1: AKA Betty<br />
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Marriage Notes for MATTHEW WATERS and ELIZABETH WARREN:<br />
Matthew Johnson Waters married Elizabeth Warren, Book A, page 119.<br />
Children of MATTHEW WATERS and ELIZABETH WARREN are:<br />
4. i. GEORGE W.3 WATERS, b. Abt. 1864; d. Hall County, Ga.<br />
ii. SARAH JANE WATERS, b. 1855; d. 1866.<br />
5. iii. MATTHEW LAFAYETTE WATERS, b. August 21, 1866; d. November
28,<br />
1947, Gwinnett County, GA.<br />
6. iv. ROBERT MILES WATERS, b. December 20, 1839; d. August 18,
1930,<br />
buried Chestnut Mtn., Hall Co., GA.<br />
v. MARTHA A. WATERS, b. April 24, 1851; d. May 09, 1922, Zion
Hill<br />
Cemetery, Gwinnett Co., GA; m. ALFRED H. MADDOX, December 18,<br />
1870.<br />
vi. LYDIE WATERS, b. Abt. 1852.<br />
vii. F. J. (FRANCES) WATERS, b. Abt. 1855; m. JOHN L. PHILLIPS, May
04,<br />
1884.<br />
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7. viii. WILLIAM M. WATERS, b. Abt. 1859.<br />
8. ix. MARY ELIZABETH WATERS, b. November 24, 1858; d. May 18,
1907.<br />
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3. STACIE2 WATERS (COLLINSON1) was born Abt. 1823. She married
FRANCIS<br />
MARION HAMILTON September 19, 1841 in Hall County, Ga.<br />
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Children of STACIE WATERS and FRANCIS HAMILTON are:<br />
i. ELIVIRA3 HAMILTON, b. Abt. 1842.<br />
ii. MARY C. HAMILTON, b. Abt. 1845.<br />
iii. THOMAS L. HAMILTON, b. Abt. 1847.<br />
iv. MARGARET N. HAMILTON, b. Abt. 1850.<br />
v. WILLIAM HAMILTON, b. September 19, 1856.<br />
vi. FRANCIS L. HAMILTON, b. Abt. 1859.<br />
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Generation No. 3<br />
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4. GEORGE W.3 WATERS (MATTHEW JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1) was born
Abt.<br />
1864, and died in Hall County, Ga. He married MITTIE WILLIAMS.<br />
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Notes for MITTIE WILLIAMS:<br />
This could be "Millie" Williams<br />
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Child of GEORGE WATERS and MITTIE WILLIAMS is:<br />
i. DESSIE4 WATERS.<br />
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5. MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3 WATERS (MATTHEW JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1)
was<br />
born August 21, 1866, and died November 28, 1947 in Gwinnett County, GA. <br />
He married MARTHA ELIZABETH DEATON December 29, 1888 in Hall County,<br />
Ga, daughter of JAMES DEATON and EMILY MILLER.<br />
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Notes for MATTHEW LAFAYETTE WATERS:<br />
Matthew Lafayette Waters is buried at Union Baptist Church, Hall Co., GA.; the<br />
marker at Union Baptist Church shows 1866 - 1947.<br />
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Notes for MARTHA ELIZABETH DEATON:<br />
Martha Elizabeth Deaton Waters is buried at Union Baptist Church, Hall Co.,<br />
GA.<br />
Grave marker has Martha Elizabeth Deaton "and infant" - WATERS marker. <br />
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Marriage Notes for MATTHEW WATERS and MARTHA DEATON:<br />
Matthew Lafayette Waters married Martha Elizabeth Deaton, Book C, page 445.<br />
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Children of MATTHEW WATERS and MARTHA DEATON are:<br />
9. i. CORA LEE4 WATERS, b. January 16, 1890, Hall County, Ga; d.<br />
September 21, 1915, Mountain Creek Bapt. Ch. Cem, Jackson Co., GA.<br />
10. ii. WOODIE PEARL WATERS, b. June 07, 1891, Hall County, Ga; d.<br />
October 09, 1951, Mt. Sinai Community, Cleveland Co., NC.<br />
iii. LENA ALICE WATERS, b. February 16, 1893; m. HENRY
RICHARDSON,<br />
August 12, 1916.<br />
11. iv. JAMES OSCAR WATERS, b. August 20, 1897, Jackson Co., GA; d.
June<br />
15, 1950, Belmont, Hall Co., GA; Flowery Branch Cemetery, Hall Co.,<br />
GA.<br />
12. v. ERNEST JOHNSON WATERS, b. January 12, 1899, Hall County, GA;
d.<br />
September 04, 1978, Hall County, GA.<br />
13. vi. FLETCHER SAVANNAH WATERS, b. April 03, 1900.<br />
vii. EUNICE ELIZABETH WATERS, b. May 29, 1903; m. TALLIE
RUCKER<br />
REED, January 09, 1924.<br />
viii. EULA BERNICE WATERS, b. September 24, 1907, Hall County,
Ga.<br />
14. ix. B. B. WATERS, b. August 18, 1911; d. Hall County, Ga.<br />
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6. ROBERT MILES3 WATERS (MATTHEW JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1) was
born<br />
December 20, 1839, and died August 18, 1930 in buried Chestnut Mtn., Hall Co.,<br />
GA. He married PERMEALY PHILLIPS September 01, 1865 in Hall County, Ga.<br />
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Marriage Notes for ROBERT WATERS and PERMEALY PHILLIPS:<br />
Robert Miles Waters married Permealy Phillips, September 1, 1865, Hall County,<br />
Georgia, Book A, page 444.<br />
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Children of ROBERT WATERS and PERMEALY PHILLIPS are:<br />
15. i. WILLIAM MARION4 WATERS, b. June 06, 1866; d. April 09,
1941,<br />
buried Old Friendship Bapt. Ch. Cem..<br />
ii. SARAH E. WATERS.<br />
16. iii. JOHN R. WATERS, b. September 1871.<br />
iv. MONROE WATERS.<br />
v. THOMAS M. WATERS.<br />
vi. OPHELIA WATERS, b. January 01, 1868; d. March 28, 1932; m.
WALTER<br />
J. STRICKLAND, November 23, 1902, Hall County, Ga.<br />
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Notes for OPHELIA WATERS:<br />
Ophelia Waters m. 23 November 1902, Hall Co., Book E, page 33,<br />
Walter J. Strickland.<br />
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Marriage Notes for OPHELIA WATERS and WALTER STRICKLAND:<br />
Ophelia Waters married Walter J. Strickland November 23, 1902, Hall<br />
Co., GA, Book E, page 33.<br />
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7. WILLIAM M.3 WATERS (MATTHEW JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1) was born
Abt.<br />
1859. He married JOSEPHINE C. WOFFORD.<br />
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Child of WILLIAM WATERS and JOSEPHINE WOFFORD is:<br />
i. GARFIELD4 WATERS, b. 1892; d. 1893, Buried in Waters Family
Cem.,<br />
Hall Co., GA.<br />
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8. MARY ELIZABETH3 WATERS (MATTHEW JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1) was
born<br />
November 24, 1858, and died May 18, 1907. She married RAYMOND ELBERT<br />
CASH November 23, 1876 in Hall Co., GA.<br />
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Child of MARY WATERS and RAYMOND CASH is:<br />
17. i. NANCY E.4 CASH, b. August 25, 1877, Hall County, Ga; d. 1962,<br />
Jackson County, GA.<br />
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Generation No. 4<br />
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9. CORA LEE4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born January 16, 1890 in Hall County, Ga, and died September<br />
21, 1915; buried in Mountain Creek Bapt. Ch. Cem, Jackson Co., GA. She<br />
married JAMES ANDREW FIELDS December 07, 1909.<br />
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10. WOODIE PEARL4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born June 07, 1891 in Hall County, Ga, and died October 09,<br />
1951 in Mt. Sinai Community, Cleveland Co., NC. She married MELL CHARLES<br />
FRASER December 26, 1915 in Jackson County, GA, son of THOMAS FRASER
and<br />
NANCY GOODWIN.<br />
11. JAMES OSCAR4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born August 20, 1897 in Jackson Co., GA, and died June 15,<br />
1950 in Belmont, Hall Co., GA; Flowery Branch Cemetery, Hall Co., GA. He<br />
married LILLIE MAE LANCASTER September 09, 1919 in Jackson Co., GA,<br />
daughter of JOHN LANCASTER and ANNIE CATO.<br />
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12. ERNEST JOHNSON4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born January 12, 1899 in Hall County, GA (Source:<br />
Brøderbund Family Archive #110, Vol. 2, Ed. 4, Social Security Death Index. <br />
He married ETHEL RICHARDSON, daughter of JAMES RICHARDSON and
SARAH<br />
MADDOX.<br />
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13. FLETCHER SAVANNAH4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3,
MATTHEW<br />
JOHNSON2, COLLINSON1) was born April 03, 1900. She married WILLIAM N.<br />
SIMPSON December 01, 1922 in Hall County, Ga.<br />
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Marriage Notes for FLETCHER WATERS and WILLIAM SIMPSON:<br />
Fletcher Waters married William Simpson, Book G, page 239.<br />
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Child of FLETCHER WATERS and WILLIAM SIMPSON is:<br />
i. KATE5 SIMPSON, b. April 07, 1930; d. November 23, 1933,
Mountain<br />
Creek Bapt. Ch. Cem, Jackson Co., GA.<br />
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14. B. B.4 WATERS (MATTHEW LAFAYETTE3, MATTHEW JOHNSON2,
COLLINSON1)<br />
was born August 18, 1911, and died in Hall County, Ga. He married RUTH<br />
SMITH.<br />
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More About B. B. WATERS:<br />
Fact 1: aka Buster<br />
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15. WILLIAM MARION4 WATERS (ROBERT MILES3, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born June 06, 1866, and died April 09, 1941 in buried Old<br />
Friendship Bapt. Ch. Cem.. He married SARAH E. PHILLIPS 1891.<br />
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Notes for WILLIAM MARION WATERS:<br />
Broderbund, Vol. 3, #1256, shows William M. Waters m. Sarah Phillips 1891<br />
and died 1941 in Barrow Co., GA. Also, shows a child, Jewell Odus Waters, b.<br />
1895, Hall Co., GA, d. 1872, Barrow Co., GA.<br />
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Children of WILLIAM WATERS and SARAH PHILLIPS are:<br />
i. GEORGIA5 WATERS, b. March 1893.<br />
ii. JAMES COLLIE WATERS, b. August 31, 1894.<br />
iii. JEWELL ODUS WATERS, b. March 1897, Hall County, Ga; m.
LENORA<br />
HILL, 1918, ? Hall Co., GA.<br />
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Notes for JEWELL ODUS WATERS:<br />
Louise Waters White shows Jewell Ollie Waters, son of William Marion<br />
Waters, birth date as March 1897.<br />
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iv. MATTIE DONIE WATERS, b. September 1898.<br />
v. D. F. WATERS, b. January 27, 1891; d. October 22, 1892, buried
Old<br />
Friendship Bapt. Ch. Cem..<br />
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16. JOHN R.4 WATERS (ROBERT MILES3, MATTHEW JOHNSON2,
COLLINSON1) was<br />
born September 1871. He married ARRETHY ELIZABETH HAYES, daughter of<br />
JAMES HAYES and SARAH HAYS.<br />
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17. NANCY E.4 CASH (MARY ELIZABETH3 WATERS, MATTHEW
JOHNSON2,<br />
COLLINSON1) was born August 25, 1877 in Hall County, Ga, and died 1962 in<br />
Jackson County, GA. She married MOSE S. TANNER, son of FLOYD TANNER
and<br />
CYNTHIA TANNER.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-38866724626580283702016-12-20T17:43:00.001-08:002016-12-20T17:43:37.931-08:00Landry Marie Waters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-11021984870730511172016-11-17T16:49:00.001-08:002016-11-17T16:49:26.365-08:00The Bible, Its Origin And History
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take such a title as the subject for an address almost frightens one,
and especially when we consider the time at our disposal. It must
needs be condensed and this is somewhat difficult to do. I hope,
therefore, you will pardon me if there is anything lacking as the
result of those limitations. It has been impressed upon my mind that
certain things in connection with God’s Truth cannot be separated.
A knowledge of history is desirable yet the Bible in itself is
history.<br /><br />Even in our present day there are happening
certain events which point to the fulfillment of His Word. God is
working out the counsel of His Will, so that in considering the Truth
of God we cannot separate the secular side and that which is
connected with religion, whether true or false. We look upon the
Bible as our heritage. It has come down to us when in the midst of
fears and doubts and been our comfort. We are responsible for what
has been committed to us and for all the blessings and privileges we
enjoy. The miracle of its preservation even when in the hands of its
enemies is one that comforts us, because in the early days of the
world’s history there were not in existence those means of
preserving such a record as in more recent times. It means difficult
and unceasing labor and right through it has been preserved in spite
of a host of difficulties. In spite of hatred and opposition stirred
up by the devil, God’s truth has been preserved in a way that has
been marked by tears and at times by blood.<br /><br />Its very
preservers were sometimes the bitterest enemies to its principles,
often ungodly men whose whole attitude towards God and His truth was
one of enmity and hostility. Others have opposed certain parts, and
rejected certain parts. God has used unregenerate men in bringing
about His purposes. We see this in the case of Cyrus, King of Persia,
Augustus, Caesar, Pontius Pilate. In more recent times we have Henry
VII of England. We would not consider him as of estimable character,
and yet God used him. I have no doubt that the political events in
England were at that time guided of God, and particularly in the days
of Elizabeth and James the first. I believe they were used in
carrying out the eternal purpose of God in the preservation of His
Word for the benefit of His people. The Bible presents to us a very
complete picture of what was in the beginning. “In the beginning
God created the Heaven, and the earth," Genesis 1. This doesn’t,
to my mind, require any further explanation.<br /><br />It tells us
of the Great Creator behind the scenes and presents to us at once our
origin - not as a creature emerging from some brutish condition or
animal condition, but a civilized man capable of agriculture, able to
invent musical instruments and to play thereon. To write a record of
events and transactions was just as necessary to life then as now.
Quite early in the history of the world, there existed a form of
writing. These early writings were accomplished under great
difficulties but were known even in the days of Abraham and in Egypt
long before. The writings in Egypt were done on papyrus, made from a
reed that grew along the Nile. The Egyptians looked upon writing as a
boon as it enabled them to communicate and to keep a record, but only
in a climate as Egypt possessed could this be preserved. In Egypt,
papyrus writings thousands of years old have been dug up recently.
Some written 4,000 to 5,000 years ago are now in the possession of
scholars. It was cut up into strips and beaten together, rubbed
with a stone until it presented a smooth surface. Then their scribes
could write upon it. “Necessity is the mother of invention.” In
Babylon somewhere about that time they also had their records. These
were preserved on clay tablets that were baked in the sun or in the
oven, then in the soft state the writings were inscribed with pen of
iron or a wooden peg, and scholars are able to decipher those
writings today. Amongst the Hebrews who were a pastoral people, the
medium used was the skins of animals which were made into parchment.
We see how the conditions that surrounded people’s lives had
control over their actions and their inventions. The Lord Jesus often
referred to the written word. He said, “It is written” on several
occasions and so we see the value of the written word and especially
when the words are those of men who spake as they were moved by the
Holy Ghost. One extraordinary thing is that God has so ordered events
that long before a man is in a sound spiritual state God has prepared
him for his life’s work. We have an example in the life of Moses in
Egypt. He was learned in the culture of Egypt, and this was later on
a help to him. Many rejoice in the fact that God’s servants were
unlearned and ignorant men. This was said of Peter and John (Acts
4:13). They had the intellectual ability and power to express
themselves. It shows also that associating with the Lord and knowing
God helps in some who were stupid enough when we began in the
fellowship of God have been greatly helped in this way. The
fellowship of God has been instrumental in bringing about that
development. Moses benefited by associating in Egypt with the world’s
most learned men and consequently he knew how to write. This was the
man whom God selected. “The law was given by Moses.” He was told
to write and so it was placed on record, not, of course, in a book
like this, but on parchment rolls. This I mention for the benefit of
the younger ones here; the others know it as well as I do. They were
long rolls of about thirty feet, on two rollers, and just unwound
from one onto the other. This was the means used to preserve the
text. God gave to His instruments in this work wisdom and patience.
What a wonderful patience those early writers must have had in spite
of the difficulties and vicissitudes of the times, etc. They tell of
how men wickedly departed from God and openly served idols and lived
in sin and rebellion, and again, and again they were restored in the
mercy of God.<br /><br />In II Chronicles 34:16 it is recorded how
in Josiah’s reign Hilkiah and the scribe discovered the book of Law
in the house of the Lord. Shaphan carried the book to the king.
“Hilkiah hath given me a book,” and he read the book before the
king. The story appeals to one who is a lover of books. Shaphan read
it and it so affected the king that he rent his clothes when he saw
how far astray they had gone through not having the Scriptures. This
story emphasizes the fact that the Bible, its precepts, and teachings
was a characteristic of the dark ages, both in the case of the Jew or
Christian. The Jews went into captivity on account of their sins and
were captive in Babylon. Daniel was able to tell Nebuchadnezzar about
his vision, and the interpretation of it (Daniel 2:31) about the
successive kingdoms, Persian, Grecian, Roman, etc., down to the
“feet, and toes” - The division of the great Roman Empire (Verse
41). This is apparent in Europe today. We see the working out of
God’s great plan in bringing back His people from captivity - the
instruments used being Nehemiah and Ezra. These stand out at that
time among the prophets as the restorers and preservers of the
Scripture, so that Israel might have a standard.<br /><br />The
Jews were under the rule of the Persians for 200 years, and under
this peaceful rule they flourished, but the plans of God cannot be
brought to a standstill. This era of peace passed away and the calm
and settled government of the Persians came to an end. Cyrus was an
instrument used in the divine plan. This empire passed away, and at
the close of that there arose the great Grecian empire of Alexander
the Great. Born in Macedonia, he became the great leader and he was
trained in the warlike arts. He penetrated even to the heart of India
and through Persia and he settled in the land he had gained by
conquest. He even came to Jerusalem intending to destroy it.
According to Josephus, he had a remarkable dream in which he saw the
High Priest stirred in his robes, and this so impressed him that when
the High Priest and his attendants besought him to spare the city, he
did so; he marched upon Egypt and conquered it. He is said to have
wept because there were no more nations to conquer. He died at the
age of about 33 years, and the empire was divided amongst his
generals. God so ordered events that the Scriptures might be
preserved.<br /><br />The ruler of Egypt was Ptolomy. A great army
of the Jews at that time settled in Alexandria and right around the
Mediterranean in fact, but especially in Alexandria. This city was
noted for its library, but amongst all the books there, there was not
a copy of the Law of God. A Missionary was dispatched to
Jerusalem to ask for a number of men who could transcribe and
translate. They were to come to Alexandria and translate the old
Hebrew Scriptures into Greek so that the Jews could read them in the
Greek language. Subsequent events show how necessary this was. The
sacred language of the Bible was Hebrew; Greek was the language of
culture and commerce. It had spread through Asia. Greek was the
language used in Palestine by a great number of Jews. Those men who
went down to Egypt to Ptolmy accomplished the work, it was said, in
72 days. This was the first translation of the seventy or the
Septuagint. It was the first translation of the Hebrew into Greek,
the language of commerce.<br /><br />The preservation of Jerusalem
was temporary; soon the iniquity of the Jews brought about their
overthrow. Jerusalem was taken by Antiochus Epiphanes. He differed
from the other rulers who were more lenient. He was a monster of
cruelty and yet God used him to chastise His chosen people. He was
ruler of Syria. The Jewish people were in the jaws of a vice, as it
were, between Egypt and Babylon, but as long as they obeyed the Lord
their God and kept His precepts, all was well. When they turned to
idolatry and forgot God, chastisement overtook them; Antiochus
Epiphanes subjected the Jews to every kind of cruelty. Terrible
scenes were enacted - the temple was ruined and profaned. God
permitted this monster to commit all sorts of excesses. An image of
Jupiter, the god of the Greeks, was set up and the Scriptures were
forbidden. The sacred books were burned, yet in spite of all, we see
how wonderfully God had intervened and in His grace had so arranged
that His word was given to the nations.<br /><br />For a
considerable time Antiochus oppressed the Jewish people. It, however,
produced a reaction. A nation may oppress another nation, but it
brings a reaction. There were people called the Asmodeans who rose in
rebellion against the horrors imposed by the Syrians. Then came the
Maccabees, who freed the Jewish people from the yoke of Syria and
rebuilt the temple about 160 B.C. According to the prophet Daniel,
the Greek Kingdom was to pass away, although in the worldly
estimation it seemed so strong it never would pass away. Now there
was the rising power of the great Roman nation. At this time, armies
were at the gates of Jerusalem.<br /><br />There is a prophetic
reference: Jacob on his deathbed said, in speaking of Judah, Genesis
49:10, “The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver
from between his feet till Shiloh come and unto him shall the
gathering of the people be.” While the glory of the latter days was
not equal to the days of David and Solomon, yet there was still a
sceptre. The armies of Herod were in Judea. Now the time was coming
when God sent forth His Son made of a woman, made under the Law
(Galatians 4:4). Herod remained until Shiloh came. Never since that
time have the Jews been a self-governing people. The Scriptures were
now in Greek, and Hebrew, after the return from captivity, was no
longer spoken generally. Aramaic was the language, possibly, of
Christ and the apostles when together. Greek was the language
generally spoken in public till the Romans came and later on this
language was spoken. This was why the inscription on the Cross was in
Hebrew, Greek and Latin, Latin being the language of the Romans.
Greek was the language in which the New Testament was written; it was
a language clear and rich in expression, and flexible. We are not to
think this was the Greek of the classics. The classical Greek was
very different from the Greek spoken and used by the Old Testament
writers. Quite recently, some papyrus rolls have been discovered in
Egypt, and they are written in the very same Greek in which the New
Testament was written. This is a source of great comfort to many
because some of the critics have said that the Greek of the New
Testament was unreliable. With the rise of the papacy, Latin became
the official language of Rome. Now we have the Scriptures in Greek as
well as Hebrew and in various forms of the former. Jerome, a monk,
now translated the Scripture from the original Greek into Latin.
Originally it was from Hebrew to Greek and now we have it from Greek
to Latin, the official language of the Roman Catholic Church. The
only version in use by the clerical party for a thousand years, this
version was called the Vulgate. First, the Septuagint – the Greek,
and now the Vulgate – the Latin.<br /><br />There were two great
divisions in the church; one had its headquarters at Rome and the
other at Constantinople. Gradually the pontiff bested the power of
the great patriarch and gained complete ascendancy. Then came the
dark ages and the Scripture was forgotten and unknown, to a great
extent, for 1000 years. The Popes themselves were guilty of every
imaginable sin. It was just one record of appalling iniquity, a time
when darkness ruled over the earth. Pagan Rome had a great power for
evil but Papal Rome was far worse. Europe was plunged into the Dark
Ages. I will read what Grattan Gaines says (this is necessarily
somewhat abridged): “Hear me, though it is only truth I speak - the
red story of Rome’s deeds - the saints of God who have been
slaughtered by papal Rome - Ye persecuted the Waldenses, and horribly
massacred them, gentle and unoffending men - Ye hunted them,
tortured, stabbed, impaled, cut in pieces, slew innocent children,
tortured babes and slew thousands and threw Christian Europe into a
shamble. Thy soul is stained, O harlot, and upon thy gilded brow and
brazen, thy name is written. Thou art a murderess, O Rome; thou hast
shed blood in the streams, the blood of the martyrs of Jesus....”
etc.<br /><br />This gives a little picture of what happened in the
dark ages and shows the attitude of the church of Rome toward the
people of God, and that persecuting spirit is still there and ready
to break forth, although in check. Now we come to England and an
event which was to blight the papal power that had spread its pall
over the English people. I believe some of our Irish friends resent
the thought that their ancestors were Roman Catholics. A few hundred
years ago every person here had Roman Catholic ancestors and what we
enjoy here is on account of those who were martyrs - we cannot judge
them. When I see men willing to go to the stake for the Word of God
and whose voices are lifted up against Babylon and the oppression of
the Harlot - I must take off my hat and feel a reverence in my heart
and say surely such a man must be on the right hand or left hand of
Jesus of Nazareth. </span></span></span> </span></span>
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is commonly believed that Luther was the first one in the
reformation, and indeed Luther’s name stands out, but I am glad
that there were “Protestants” in the truest sense before Luther’s
time. There were the Waldenses and the Albigenses in England.
Wycliffe was a hundred years before Luther in witnessing for the
Truth of God. He was a doctor of the Oxford University, a lover of
the Scriptures and by them his eyes were opened to see the evil of
Papacy. By the Scriptures in Latin, the translation of Jerome, his
eyes were opened to the papal errors and the unscriptural position of
the Roman church. It shows the power of the Word to enlighten. He
attacked Rome by pamphlets, books and sermons. Here was a lone man
and arrayed against him were kings and bishops who were unceasing in
their warfare against so called “heretics.” He attacked the
corruption of Rome, and finally, by translating the Bible from Latin
into English, brought the Bible within reach of the English people.
He also organized a band of poor preachers who denounced the bishops
and the Pope. They were called “lollards”, which meant “to
sing”. They were persecuted by the clergy. They claimed the
Scriptures to be the property of the people. The clerics of Rome
said, “We are the rightful custodians of the Bible, we will hold
it.” Wycliffe said, “They are the rightful property of the
people.” The apostles had no college degrees.<br /><br />Then we
have on record how the English king married a Bohemian princess. The
king’s interests were aroused by this lady, who had no doubt heard
of Wycliffe. There had been a great sin in Bohemia and the reformers
had often suffered at the stake, for to speak of the things of God in
the tongue of which they were forbidden was an unforgivable offense
in the eyes of Rome. Wycliffe was brought before abbots and bishops -
an old man, pale and worn, expecting to be burned, to hear the
sentence of excommunication. For political reasons he was allowed to
retire to the country. Later after his death his bones were dug up
and burned. Thus we see the vindictive nature of those servants of
the devil. In Wycliffe’s time, the task of copying the Scriptures
was a toilsome one, as it had all to be done by hand. A copy cost
about g40, a great sum in those days. This was the work of Wycliffe
and his associates, day in and day out. So eager were people that a
load of hay was the price paid for permission to read it for one hour
a day. This was in the 14th century.<br /><br />We now come to the
15th century and the beginning of a new era 20 years after the death
of Wycliffe. John Gossella, who was afterwards known as Gutenburg,
accidentally discovered what became the art of printing. He was
playing with blocks made from the bark of a tree, and which had
letters carved on them, when he let one fall into a vessel containing
dye. He took it out and laid it on the table and when he took it up,
there was the letter of his name. In 1450 the first Bible was
printed. This was in the time known as the “Renaissance,” or
revival of Europe. Previously, all learning had been in the hands of
the monastic orders; now a new era was about to begin and the dawning
of a better day for Europe.<br /><br />This begins with the
invention of printing, and at the same time there were important
events in the political sphere. The Turkomans were in Europe. They
took Constantinople, which had been a part of the Greek Empire.
This became afterwards the capital of Turkey. The Greeks were unable
to withstand the Turks. This seemed to be disastrous to Europe to see
a pagan power encroaching, but as a crowd of Greek scholars came from
that part of Europe and brought with them a knowledge of the Greek
Scriptures - thus while Rome held the Vulgate, the Greeks had the
custody of their ancient manuscripts. Those Greek scholars brought
their manuscript with them and thus spread a knowledge of them
throughout Europe.<br /><br />Erasmus compiled and printed in Greek
from the original manuscripts and it was possible for scholars to
read in the original tongue the Word of God. It acted as dynamite,
and the result was to give the English people their noblest heritage.
In the 16th century, there was the revival of Greek learning and the
compiling of a Greek Testament. William Tyndall became a famous
scholar. He was of humble mind however, and he became the deadly
enemy of the corruption of the clergy and of Rome. It was he who
said, “I will cause the boy who drove the plough to know more of
the Scriptures than the Pope and bishops.” What noble words! There
was no place of safety for him in Roman Catholic England; he must
needs flee from England to fulfill the purpose of his heart, and in
hunger and poverty he worked and had it printed. He got those books
into England in bales of goods and sacks of flour. In spite of the
vigilance of his enemies, the Scriptures were scattered far and
wide.<br /><br />Thousands were seized and burned at the cross of
St. Paul’s – burned by English bishops and by the authority of an
English king. So we can swallow with a grain of salt the belauded
virtues of the archbishops of York or Canterbury and their attitude
in sitting in judgment on that unfortunate prince, now a fugitive
from his country. There had been a darkness over England and God
said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. His life ended
at the stake. He was betrayed by a man named Phillips. On Friday the
6th of October, 1636, he was first strangled and then burned to
ashes. His last prayer was, “ Lord, open the eyes of the king of
England.”<br /><br />His Bible has been little improved upon. The
Saxon simplicity and the charm are there and give an impression of
what manner of man was William Tyndall. In the margin were the
translators’ notes, and show a strong antipapal feeling. One read
in reference to Aaron’s calf, “The Pope’s Bull slayed more than
Aaron’s calf.” You are aware that the Pope’s “bull” is a
document. Tyndall had broken the power of the Pope. Elizabeth may
have been instrumental in resisting the King of Spain, as Augustus
Caesar, or Pontius Pilate were used in fulfilling the purpose of God,
but it was owing to such men as Wycliffe and Tyndall – men who
loved not their lives unto death – King James added a version,
first the authorized and then the revised versions. Andy Robb said
once, “I have no difficulty believing that God helped Tyndall.”
At present there is held in the British Museum, the manuscripts of
the Alexandrian translation. They were in the possession of Russia,
and when the Bolsheviks gained the upper hand, they were sold and the
British government bought them for $100. The other translation (Codex
Vaticanus) is in the possession of the Vatican.<br /><br />The
Manuscripts were written first in uncial characters, then in the
running hand or cursory style. With regard to the Roman Catholic
version - it was published as a counter - bland to Tyndall. This
translation is just a translation from a translation, or from the
Latin version which was a translation from the Greek. There are other
versions such as Weymouth, Moffat, etc. and these are, in some
respect, helpful to students. They are an effort to defeat the
mortality of languages and render the text in current form. Greek and
Latin languages are “dead” and because of that, are a valuable
medium to preserve the imperishable truths in original purity, and
those things that appeal to our hearts in the same way as to God’s
people of old. The Bible is now printed in 711 languages and is of
all books the “best seller.” I will close with a quotation of
Walter Scott – “To read, to feel, to hope, to pray."
Amen. </span></span></span></span></span></blockquote>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-47242273314534334262016-10-02T15:59:00.000-07:002016-10-02T15:59:03.820-07:00Carolyn Barsheba "Basha" Hamilton Waters<img alt="Carolyn Barsheba Basha <i>Hamilton</i> Waters" border="0" height="266" src="https://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/find-a-grave-prod/photos/2005/17/8602877_110607081559.jpg" width="400" /><br />
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<b>Birth: </b><br />
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<tr><td valign="top"><b>Death: </b></td><td align="left" valign="top">Jul. 10, 1899</td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"><img height="13" src="http://www.findagrave.com/icons2/trans.gif" width="3" /><br /><b>Born</b> circa 1829.<br /><br />BARSHEBA,
BERSHEBA, BARSHEBY - from the Old Testament place name "Beersheba,"
meaning the "seventh well" or the "well of the oath"."<br />Genesis 21:31<br />"Wherefore he called that place Beer-sheba; because there they sware both of them."<br /><br /><b>Note</b>: In the 1870 census her name was incorrectly transcribed as "Dicey" but this was a transcription error, not a nickname.<br /><br /><br />Widow of James Samuel "Sammie" Waters (1820-1865). Where her husband is buried is not known. He may have died in the war.<br /><br />No tombstone on grave.<br />A tombstone on grave next to hers says "Saye".<br /><br />Lot 41, Valley Section<br />interred 12 Jul 1899<br /><br /><b>Same plot with</b>:<br /><b>Grandson:</b> <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=23426980">William Franklin Saye</a><br /><br />Where her daughter Sarah Waters Saye is buried is not known.<br /><br /><br /><b>Family links</b>:<br /><b> Children</b>:<br /> <a class="NoUnderline12point" href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=19195743">James Knox Polk Waters (1847 - 1903)</a>*<br /> <a class="NoUnderline12point" href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=68721897">David Robert Waters (1849 - 1920)</a>*<br /> <a class="NoUnderline12point" href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=76273090">Frances M <i>Waters</i> Meade (1853 - 1910)</a>*<br /><br /><span class="minus1">*<span class="fakeLink" title="">Calculated relationship</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"><b>Burial:</b><br />
<a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GRid=142948150&CRid=35965&">Oconee Hill Cemetery</a>
<br />Athens<br />Clarke County<br />Georgia, USA<br />Plot: Lot 41, Valley Section</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><br /><b>Created by: </b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=mr&MRid=48597641">cra2004</a><br /><b>Record added:</b> Feb 22, 2015
<br />Find A Grave Memorial# 142948150</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-61842722999657785932016-09-14T15:31:00.002-07:002016-09-14T15:31:32.605-07:00Happy 60th Anniversary Bobbie And Fred Turpin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This picture was taken many years ago when they were much younger. They had been married for a short time.<br />
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This picture was taken on their 60th Anniversary.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-72714961797235703342016-08-27T17:30:00.000-07:002016-08-27T17:30:07.015-07:00Happy 91st. Birthday Aunt Louise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday was my Aunt Louise Barnett Waters Birthday. She is one of the inlaws on my fathers side that is still here.<br />
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She is the wife of one of my dad's younger brothers. They had two children, a boy Daniel and a girl, Sandra.<br />
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My dad has another sister in law to another brother and Aunt Lillie Mae is now 102.<br />
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Some of our Uncles and and Aunt have spouses that great long life genes.<br />
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Charles And Arlene Waters<br />
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Shared by: Misty Waters WestmorelandUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-53164058582386354072016-07-12T12:12:00.000-07:002016-07-12T12:12:02.941-07:00Minnie And Arthur Waters Family<img src="https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13645314_1131672153557163_4588002892004534243_n.jpg?oh=8154bd774fc665e689f398db84378df1&oe=57E8DEE1" /><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;">Top left Charles , Floyd, Claude </span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;">Middle Arthur and Minnie</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;">Bottom left Lucille and Eva</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px;">Thanks for Sharing: Misty Waters Westmoreland</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-11018164148030094762016-06-19T15:51:00.002-07:002016-06-19T15:51:31.556-07:00Happy Father's Day<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px; clear: left; color: #333333; empty-cells: show; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; orphans: auto; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; width: 100%px; word-spacing: 0px;"><tbody>
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<tr><td colspan="2" style="vertical-align: top;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , "helvetica"; font-size: x-small;"><br />Only a dad with a tired face,<br />Coming home from the daily race,<br />Bringing little of gold or fame<br />To show how well he has played the game;<br />But glad in his heart that his own rejoice<br />To see him come and to hear his voice.<br /><br />Only a dad with a brood of four,<br />One of ten million men or more<br />Plodding along in the daily strife,<br />Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,<br />With never a whimper of pain or hate,<br />For the sake of those who at home await.<br /><br />Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,<br />Merely one of the surging crowd,<br />Toiling, striving from day to day,<br />Facing whatever may come his way,<br />Silent whenever the harsh condemn,<br />And bearing it all for the love of them.<br /><br />Only a dad but he gives his all,<br />To smooth the way for his children small,<br />Doing with courage stern and grim<br />The deeds that his father did for him.<br />This is the line that for him I pen:<br />Only a dad, but the best of men.</span></td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-4981924092950318852016-05-17T15:57:00.001-07:002016-05-17T15:57:08.795-07:00A Father's Love<b>Lyrics:</b><br />
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I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye.<br />Fightin' was against the rules and it didn't matter why.<br />When dad got home I told that story just like I'd rehearsed.<br />And then stood there on those tremblin' knees and waited for the worst.</div>
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And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,<br />A secret that my daddy said was just between us."<br />He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.<br />It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."</div>
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When I became a father in the spring of '81<br />There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my father's son.<br />And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end,<br />I took my daddy's secret and I passed it on to him.</div>
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And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,<br />A secret that my daddy said was just between us."<br />He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.<br />It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."</div>
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Last night I dreamed I died and stood outside those pearly gates.<br />When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake.<br />If they know half the things I've done, they'll never let me in.<br />And then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again.</div>
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And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,<br />A secret that my daddy said was just between us."<br />He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.<br />It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."</div>
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<b>Video:</b><br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HInRBJLkLE">Click Here</a> to hear this video.<br />
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Source: youtube.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-28905019452969609162016-05-17T15:53:00.001-07:002016-05-17T15:53:34.208-07:00Daddy's Hands<b>Lyrics:</b><br />
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I remember Daddy's hands,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />folded silently in prayer<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />And reaching out to hold me,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I had a nightmare<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />You could read quite a story,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />in the callouses and lines<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Years of work and worry<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />had left their mark behind</div>
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I remember Daddy's hands,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />how they held my Mama tight<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />And patted my back,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />for something done right<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />There are things that I've forgotten,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />that I loved about the man<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But I'll always remember<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />the love in Daddy's hands</div>
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, were hard as steel<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I'd done wrong<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But I've come to understand<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />There was always love<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />in Daddy's hands</div>
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I remember Daddy's hands<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />, working 'til they bled<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Sacrificed unselfishly,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />just to keep us all fed<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />If I could do things over,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />I'd live my life again<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />And never take for granted<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />the love in Daddy's hands</div>
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I was cryin'<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, were hard as steel<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I'd done wrong<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But I've come to understand<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />There was always love in Daddy's hands</div>
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I was cryin'<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, were hard as steel<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />when I'd done wrong<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But I've come to understand<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />There was always love<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />In Daddy's hands</div>
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Grandpa<br />Tell me 'bout the good old days.<br />Sometimes it feels like<br />This world's gone crazy.<br />Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,<br />Where the line between right and wrong<br />Didn't seem so hazy.</div>
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Did lovers really fall in love to stay<br />Stand beside each other come what may<br />was a promise really something people kept,<br />Not just something they would say<br />Did families really bow their heads to pray<br />Did daddies really never go away<br />Whoa oh Grandpa,<br />Tell me 'bout the good old days.</div>
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Grandpa<br />Everything is changing fast.<br />We call it progress,<br />But I just don't know.<br />And Grandpa, let's wonder back into the past,<br />And paint me a picture of long ago.</div>
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Did lovers really fall in love to stay<br />Stand beside each other come what may<br />Was a promise really something people kept,<br />Not just something they would say and then forget<br />Did families really bow their heads to pray<br />Did daddies really never go away<br />Whoa oh Grandpa,<br />Tell me 'bout the good old days.</div>
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Whoa oh Grandpa,<br />Tell me 'bout the good ole days.</div>
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Our son has found a lady that he wants to settle down with and raise a family.<br />
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This week they announced their engagement: We look forward to welcoming Tina as part of the Waters Family.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866302185520804569.post-26222448571098810672016-03-06T11:03:00.002-08:002016-03-06T11:03:42.489-08:00Papaw Waters And My Memories<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; margin: 0px 0px 6px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
LENGTHY POST WARNING.....pardon, but I was in a writing mood today. I think some of you might enjoy.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i class="_4-k1 img sp_fM-mz8spZ1b sx_5371b4" style="background-image: url("/rsrc.php/v2/yx/r/pimRBh7B6ER.png"); background-position: 0px -340px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"><u style="left: -999999px; position: absolute;">smile emoticon</u></i></div>
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Papaw Waters and my memories: Today, March 4 is "Papaw" (Joseph Oliver Waters, Sr's) birthday. He has been on my mind this week and so Sam and I did a rummage through some photo albums to find the following photos.</div>
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Maybe some of you don't know. But, my full name is Miriam Annette Shippey (Whitley). So, why then did I get the nickname, Nettie? When Papaw saw me and realized my name was Annette, he just simply said, "Well, I finally got my little Nettie." The name stuck. (Nettie Elizabeth Ann Waters was his mothers name). I was called Nettie until my 9th grade year at which time I though Nettie was a country girls name. I was going into high school and though Annette more sophisticated. So told my classmates, I'd ignore them if they called me Nettie.....so Annette I soon became. Today, I prefer Nettie! HA! Oh, the antics of my youth! How sweet to have been given such a special name, Nettie.</div>
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You know, I was one very lucky kid because Mom and Dad were going to school and work and my daycare was at Mamaw and Papaw's house. I spent a LOT of time with them. A LOT of time! I am so thankful for those times now because I have lots and lots of memories. So many they overwhelm me today. So, I decided I'd share a few.</div>
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One day a week it would be Papaw's day to drive to Atlanta in his Big White Delivery Truck and pick up furniture for the store. It was always a bumpy ride for some reason. Mamaw would be crocheting. Papaw usually quiet then out of the blue a song or two or a rhyme we grandkids can all remember he did quite well. It was sometimes a 2 hour drive to get there. HOT in summer and the truck didn't have A/C I believe. But, I was happy as could be. I knew somewhere along the way Papaw would say, "Mamaw, let's stop and get a burger. That place is coming up and I'm hungry for a burger." Those burgers were big to my little self but it and the fries I'd gobble up were delightful. Sometimes, he'd get us a milk shake we'd all share. Chocolate. I'd be standing between Mamaw and Papaw the whole ride. After picking up furniture, Papaw would say, "I'm going to go stop at "such and such auction" and see what I can sell and get". He'd often tell me to stay in the truck with Mamaw. But, I'd sneak out of the truck and walk around until I found him. He'd scold me, "Nettie, you shouldn't be in here with all this cigarette smoke and spitting. But since your here hold my hand." And, I would. My small fingers usually wrapped around his big ole pinky until he would want to make a bid then I'd stand next to his leg until business was done. It was always dark night when we would come home. I would usually have to be awakened or carried in to one of their beds. I think most of those nights I just stayed with them and got picked up the next day by Mom and Dad.</div>
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Any of you grandkids remember the white station wagon we'd all crawl into. Who's going to ride with Mamaw and Papaw? And off we would run.</div>
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Do you remember when Sunday would arrive and after church meeting we'd all go for dinner/potluck at Mamaw and Papaw's? I remember running into the house trying to beat every other cousin to Papaw first so he could scratch my back before the others. Oh, the lap competition. HA! Crazy how much we would love that. I don't think any back scratch lasted over a minute but oh we would vie for that time. I'm next one would say! Then another, well, I'm next!</div>
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Papaw's favorite cake was coconut cake. He LOVED homemade best. I think I learned to like the flavor just because Papaw loved it. When a homemade one wasn't available, he'd buy Pepperidge Farms frozen coconut cakes. Mamaw would have to scold him because he'd sneak in and take some slices before dinner. She probably knew I use to sneak in and get a tiny slice myself...but she never scolded me.</div>
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Papaw bought Mamaw a brand new black stove. Papaw thought he would surprise her but when she saw the black stove she told him he'd just have to take it back. Why?, Papaw asked. Mamaw said, "I hate a black stove. Get me a white one instead." Papaw in return said, "Well you could have fooled me! Your white stoves always turn black." OOOOOooo boy! He had to run from the room on that one! (Mamaw knew two levels of cooking; High and OFF! Her burners would be so black. One time I asked her why she kept the singing tea kettle always on high. She said because I hate warm tea/coffee. And if anyone comes, I have hot water ready for them.) By the way, the black stove did get returned and replaced with a white one.</div>
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I remember sitting on Papaw's lap and he'd give me a big ole hug and that large hand of his would come up and caress my cheek. His hands were usually rough but the tenderness and love he conveyed in that caress made me feel I was very special to him indeed.</div>
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Papaw would come home for lunch every work day. He'd eat and then say, "Mamaw, It's nap time." He would go lay on their bed on top of the covers. Mamaw would quietly lay next to him. She was the "timer" you see. She was not suppose to ever let him sleep over 15 mintes. Papaw always said that 15 minute naps were power naps. Any less or any more would make you sluggish for the day. But, just 15 minutes and "boom" Papaw was ready to get back to the store. Me, I was suppose to be laying down on my bed in the guest room but I didn't want to be too far away. So I'd sneak to the door but not enter. I'd just sit on the floor right where the door was cracked open a couple of inches. I'd hear them talking about something or someone then Papaw would start to snore. Mamaw rarely ever slept for she was the 'timer' and I KNOW she had to realize I was not in my bed but she rarely scolded me. Thank goodness Papaw's naps were only 15 minutes!! Ugh! I hated when we would have to nap for longer.</div>
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Mom was at Emory Hospital in a coma. She was there nine days. Papaw hadn't been able to get down to visit her and was anxious to do so. I don't remember who all came with him. But, I remember people coming into the hospital room door until finally Papaw was at the door. He took one step inside and froze. His arms went up to the door frame as if to hold himself up and the words he spoke were this; "OH Nita! My Nita! You're gone. I know your gone! My Nita, your soul is no longer on this earth. I can feel that." He broke into tears but kept his composure as much as possible. He went to her and caressed her cheek just like he had mine so many times as a child. He said, "A parent isn't suppose to outlive their child. Oh, how I am going to miss her." And then he cried hard. Me, well, of course, I bawled. I knew in my heart then that Mom was gone. They hadn't taken the two test necessary at that point to determine if she was brain dead. So, she was still on a ventilator. But, his words I knew were true. And within a day or so we found out he was correct. That day so vivid and emotional to me even today.</div>
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We took Sam to their house for a visit. Papaw was sitting next to Mamaw who at this time could not speak due to her strokes. I asked Papaw, "What kept your marriage so strong throughout the years?" Papaw got quiet for a few moments as he turned and was looking at Mamaw. Then his hand went up and caressed her cheek and said, " Love. Simply, Love." It was all that was needed to be said. He loved Mamaw so very much. The story of how they met is quite entertaining but too long for this post. (see photo entitled Last photo).</div>
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As life got more full and busier I found myself going less and less to their home for visits. The ones I did make were special. But to this day I wish I had of made more visits as an adult.</div>
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I remember the day I got word that Papaw had the stroke. Seeing him lying in bed not knowing whether or not he could hear and understand because he couldn't speak, broke my heart. The big burly full of life Papaw that I'd always known was at deaths door. I tried not to cry as I leaned down in his ear to tell him something personal, but I cried anyway as I spoke into his ear. I had my hand in his and I felt him squeeze it after I had my say. It was the last touch of that big burly hand yet soft touch of affection I ever felt from him.</div>
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In MY eyes, he was always kind. He tried to make people laugh. His Faith and Truth meant the greatest to him. He loved his family! He loved his Grandkids! He loved his Great-grandkids! I wish I could remember all the stories he told. The ones about the gospel and the different meetings he and Mamaw would attend all over the world on their various trips. The talks he'd give of his time in the military. The funny tricks he'd play on relatives. I don't remember him being unkind to anyone. And, he always tried to help out where he could.</div>
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He helped forge a path in my life and a sensitivity to people. I treasure his example, the time he had for me, and the lessons learned by just being with him in my youth.</div>
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We may not realize the effect with have on someone else's life. We may not realize just how closely someone is watching us.<br />Oh, how I was lucky! I had the best Mamaw and Papaw, ever!<br />So, take heed....</div>
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Today (March 4th) would have been our dad's (Joseph O. Waters Sr.) Birthday. He was the best dad that anyone could ever have.</div>
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He always liked his Coconut Cake, but he wouldn't complain if another cake was served.</div>
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He liked it whenever the family could come home and we could all spend time together.</div>
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He loved to get up early in the morning and play his only song that he knew on the piano to let us kids know it was time to, "rise and shine."</div>
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As I look back now, I am thankful for all the stories he shared with us of his childhood and his experiences as he grew into a young man. Now whenever I face an obstacle in life, I remember something he would have told us, and it makes the experience easier.</div>
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In the evenings after supper you would find him laying on the Living Room floor, he said that he was realigning his back after a day of work.</div>
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I remember that every Tuesday he went to Atlanta to buy stock to replenish stock that had been sold the previous week at the store. We would first go to Crosley and later it was Norge, Hotpoint and then Westinghouse to get our appliances. Whenever we needed an appliance he would buy for our home the model of appliance that had been in, inventory the longest because he wanted their customers to get the newest appliance.</div>
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I ask my brothers and sisters do they remember some of these appliances. We got the refrigerator with the freezer on the bottom and the shelves were counter lever so that you could crank the shelves up or down according to the size of the item on the shelf. We also had the ironer that looked like a chest freezer with a lid like a file box that covered the ironer roller and the heating press. It was fun to use and we kids wanted to iron everything. (even our underwear) You would sit in front of the Ironer and insert the garment into the back of the Ironer and use the press to iron that part of the garment (much like a Cleaners would) and as it came down the roller it folded the garment. It was pretty neat. I was glad that no one wanted to buy it because we loved it.</div>
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We would go to Atlanta Stove Works to purchase Wood Stoves and Wood Heaters as well as gas heaters. They also sold Porch furniture like cast iron yard furniture in the Grape Pattern and Gliders for the yard or front porch as well as yard furniture. These were sold in colors of, red/white, green/white, yellow/white and blue/white. I remember many a Summer day of assembling of these items.</div>
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We would go to Lee Products to get cookware, pressure cookers, and other household appliances. Lee Products was owned by a Japenese Couple, that had no children, but loved children very much. I remember our dad telling us we could look at the toys in the showroom but we were not to touch them. This was a paradise for me as a young lad. They had all kinds of toy trucks and cars, bikes, trikes and everything that you could imagine. I remember I got my first bike here. (It wasn't new because my dad said I needed to appreciate it and later when I worked to earn a new bike I would appreciate it more.) And as always he was right, when I got my new bike here, I did appreciate it and it lasted me for many years.</div>
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We also went to Woodalls, which was a repair shop for small appliances. We would take toasters, frying pans, pressure cookers, etc.., items in for repair for our customers and pick them up the next week for our customers.</div>
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As a child, I loved to rummage in the dumpsters of these companies that we would go to each week and it was like a treasure trove of what they threw away.</div>
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When it was time to return home from Atlanta, dad would let us ride on the back of the truck home. We would build us a spot to hide in if it rained on the return or we would climb to the top of the load to feel the wind in our faces as he drove down the road. We knew that if we ever misbehaved we would get punished when we got home.</div>
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It's hard to believe that mom and dad have been gone for twelve years. There are days when you want to call and then remember that they are gone.</div>
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I guess what I'm trying to say is "Thank-You," for all of the love and care while growing up. "Thank You," for lifting up Christ before us, and being and example by showing us how to live our life for Christ. We are so glad for experiences that molded us in to what we are today.</div>
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Love Forever Your Youngest Son,</div>
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Palmer</div>
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