Saturday, February 15, 2014
Daniel (Dan) A. Waters
Daniel "Dan" Andrew Waters
Born: Died: (April 13, 2007) Age:
Daniel "Dan" Andrew Waters, 82, of Commerce died Friday at his residence.
Born in Jackson County to the late P.Y. Waters and Nettie Lester Waters, he worked in construction and was a veteran of the U.S. Army, having served during World War II.
Survivors include his wife, Nettie Louise Barnett Waters, Commerce; son, Danny Waters, Commerce; daughter, Sandra Waters Mulkey, Demorest; sister, Lottie Gary, Commerce; two grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren.
The family will receive friends from 6 to 8:30 p.m. Saturday at the funeral home.
Funeral services are scheduled for 2 p.m. Sunday, April 15, 2007, in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home. Burial will be in Jackson Memorial Park.
Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce
The Times, Gainesville, Ga., April 14, 2007
Married To: Nettie Louise Barnett Waters
Daughter: Sandra Waters Mulkey
Married To: Leroy (Lee) Mulkey)
Son(s): Doug Mulkey
Married To: Sue Mulkey
Son(s): Matthew Mulkey
Thomas Mulkey
Anthony Mulkey
Son(s): Greg Mulkey (on right)
Married To: Kat Mulkey
Son: L. Daniel (Danny) Waters
Married To: Denise Lord Waters
Friday, February 14, 2014
Mrs. P.Y.Waters Grocery
My grandmother had a Mercantile Store and we sold everything in that store. We would trade with the local farmers for meat, milk and eggs for things that they needed around their home. I never saw my grandmother working there but she had four sons that were involved in the running of the store. Uncle (Snooks) Carson C., Uncle (Bob) Robert. Uncle (Dan) Daniel, and my dad (Joe) Joseph.
Their dad P.Y. Waters had died when my dad was 15 years old. He was a Barber as well as having the Mercantile Store in Harmony Grove, GA. After his death Snooks and my dad ran the store and Bob and Dan were building homes when they got older.
We had many learning experiences growing up in the store and working with our aunts and uncles and helping the customers and filling the grocery orders so that the food could be delivered to our customers.
There was a large pot belly cast iron stove in the middle of the back of the store that kept it warm and tosty in the winter and fans overhead that kept it cool in the summer. The old stove would burn our boxes but it also burned coal.
We had a young man who did odd jobs around the store and his name was Pete Crocker. He loved to draw and he would tear of the box tops as the shelves were loaded with new stock and he would draw pictures of cowboy's or superman on them and sell them for a 25 cents. (I still to this day have a copy of one that he drew for me.) He loved to load up the drink box and he would always put his favorite drinks close to the compressor in the box so that his drinks would always have slush in the drink. We would sometimes play a game when we got us a 6 ounce coke,(5 cents and later they went to 6 cents) on the bottom of the bottle was the name of the city where the coke was originally bottled. Whoever got the drink with the bottle that was the farthest away they go their drink free. When they went to 6 cents they added a coin holder on the side where you could add your penny.
I remember the front door screens came from Holsom Bakery in Athens who was the distributor for Hostess Breads. Each Spring they would install new wooden screen doors in different colors with silk screen printing on the screens advertising their products.
We sold hoop cheese and we would cut off what ever amount that the customer wanted. I remember that some of the milk that you had to skim off the fat before you could drink the milk. We sold butter that some of the local farmer's wives had made and one lady in particular would always put a star in the top of her butter.
We had a candy case and it seems to me that the candy bars were a lot larger than the ones that we have now. As the price went up the size of the bars began to shrink. You could get a lot of candy for a dime because many of it was two for a penny, like Mary Janes, B.B. Bats, Kisses, Kits , Chocolate Footballs, Bubble Gum, Soda taffy. I guess that you can see that I loved candy.
We sold hardware, bathroom fixtures, well pumps, wringer washes, cast iron cook ware, cook ware, blue jeans, bib overalls, shoes, boots, cloth, buttons, belts, can goods, furniture, and much more. If the customer wanted it we got it for them. My dad would go to Atlanta every week and get a load of new merchandise and we stock back the store. We carried our own accounts for the customer and every week they would come in and pay on their bill and buy more. My mother would collect for those that lived out in the country areas as well as Nicholson, Center, Brockton, Jefferson, Maysville, Homer, and Gillsville.
We sold seed for planting gardens as well as plants in the spring time. We sold cattle feed and salt blocks and dog food.
Customers would call in their order and my Aunt Willie Mae (Aunt Bill) or Aunt Hattie would take their order and write it down and whoever was working that day they would call out what they needed and we would get it off of the shelf and bring it to them as they checked it off of the list. Aunt Bill loved to check out what everyone was getting and if they got something extra or different she just knew that they had company coming to visit.
W had an ice cream freezer in the front of the store that was watched over by Aunt Bill. Not much ever got by her that she didn't know about. If you got a Nutty Buddy that had an extra cone you would get another ice cream of your choice. She took her customer orders up by the front door and welcomed the customers and Aunt Hattie took call from the phone located by the counter where the groceries were readied for delivery.
We also sold coal, kerosene, and gas. I remember the gas pump if the customer wanted one gallon you would set it for one gallon and the glass dome on the top would fill with one gallon and then you poured it with the hose into their tank.
Some of the people that worked for us that I remember were Till Leach, Hershal Cotrell, Pete Crocker, Bobby Ayers, Ducks Barton, Till Leach, Jewel Gillispie, and a bunch of our cousins.
By: Palmer Waters
Pauline B. Waters
My mother passed away in Feburary 2004 three days after my dad. It was the day of his funeral and it was going to be in the afternoon and she died around 10:00 a.m..
They had been married 62 years and in would have been 63 years.
When we were there in December she had told my dad that she was ready to go home and as she had Alzheimer's he thought that she was confused and didn't think that she knew where she was because she was at their home and many time she didn't know where she was. She looked at my dad and said not this home but that home pointing upward. She was ready for the eternal home, dad said can you hold on a little while and she replied that yes she could.
It was like she just knew that he was gone and she willed herself to go to. We had both together in the same room for her viewing and they were both in the Chapel for her funeral. They would have loved hearing the grandchildren sing at their funeral, I don't know how they did it but it was what they would have wanted.
They were both laid to rest at the Graveyard on Jefferson Rd. beside each other, just like they had stood beside each other for 62 years.
My mother was the middle child of five children, and she grew up in a big city and it was a change to come and live in a small town I'm sure.
I had an Uncle that told a story about my mother when she first came to Commerce, and several times per week she was wanting to serve a meat with her meal and he told her, Polly, this is a small town not the big city and here we are lucky if we get meat on Sunday. Some how she adjusted to a small town and we enjoyed growing up in a community of family and friends.
My dad's mother our Grandmother would go with my mother when she collected for the store. In the country area there were plenty of dirt roads with wooden bridges and some were even covered bridges.
Before my Grandmother would let my mother drive across the bridge, she would make my mother get out and walk across the bridge and back to the car before she would ride over the bridge in the car. I always thought that this was so funny because she wasn't very bid and the car with us in it, it's weight was always more. But she knew that she was satisfied and then she would let her drive over the bridge. Some roads may have several bridges on it and she would do this on every bridge.
They had been married 62 years and in would have been 63 years.
When we were there in December she had told my dad that she was ready to go home and as she had Alzheimer's he thought that she was confused and didn't think that she knew where she was because she was at their home and many time she didn't know where she was. She looked at my dad and said not this home but that home pointing upward. She was ready for the eternal home, dad said can you hold on a little while and she replied that yes she could.
It was like she just knew that he was gone and she willed herself to go to. We had both together in the same room for her viewing and they were both in the Chapel for her funeral. They would have loved hearing the grandchildren sing at their funeral, I don't know how they did it but it was what they would have wanted.
They were both laid to rest at the Graveyard on Jefferson Rd. beside each other, just like they had stood beside each other for 62 years.
My mother was the middle child of five children, and she grew up in a big city and it was a change to come and live in a small town I'm sure.
I had an Uncle that told a story about my mother when she first came to Commerce, and several times per week she was wanting to serve a meat with her meal and he told her, Polly, this is a small town not the big city and here we are lucky if we get meat on Sunday. Some how she adjusted to a small town and we enjoyed growing up in a community of family and friends.
My dad's mother our Grandmother would go with my mother when she collected for the store. In the country area there were plenty of dirt roads with wooden bridges and some were even covered bridges.
Before my Grandmother would let my mother drive across the bridge, she would make my mother get out and walk across the bridge and back to the car before she would ride over the bridge in the car. I always thought that this was so funny because she wasn't very bid and the car with us in it, it's weight was always more. But she knew that she was satisfied and then she would let her drive over the bridge. Some roads may have several bridges on it and she would do this on every bridge.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Joseph O. Waters Sr.
This month on the fifteenth will be the day that my dad died. He had, had an aneurysm and had never been in the hospital overnight until this happened. It is hard to believe that he has been gone for ten years.
When he was in the hospital those last days we were told that he was blinded by the aneurysm and that he would not be able to speak. We were all gathered beside his bed and he spoke one word and he said baby. I told him that mother was across the hall and that she was doing ok. Then he said you're the baby. With tears rolling down my face I knew that he was still there, we had all heard him speak and we were speechless. When the doctor came in I told him that he had talked and he said that there was know way that this could have happened. We were just wanting him to speak and we thought that he had. I told the doctor you stand here and listen. Daddy was always making up rhymes and poems that he had learned, so I started the one about The Purple Cow. I said I never saw a purple cow, and then I waited and waited and waited and as the doctor started to speak, dad said clear as a bell. "I hope I never see one." This is when the doctor said this is just a miracle that he can do this. So I continued to the next line. "But I can tell you anyhow," and I waited and then dad spoke again, I'd rather see than be one.
The Purple Cow
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I hope I never see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see, than be one.
As a child we were told this story about the Purple Cow poem. When he was in the second grade they had to learn a poem and recite it before the class the next day. He was going to do a Robert Frost Poem, but when he got home he forgot all about it until he was in class the next day. There was a little girl that set in front of him and she was trying to memorize her poem when the alarm went off that he hadn't memorized a poem. So he kept listening to the little girl trying to learn hers when he memorized it he raised his had to let his teacher know that he was ready to do his poem.
As he stood in front of the class and started to recite his poem the little girl shouted out that that was her poem. When he finished the poem she called the little girl up to say the poem and she didn't have it in her memory yet.
Today as it was raining and we couldn't go outside several of his stories came tumbling back in my memory and Chloe said Poppy why do you look so sad. I explained to her about the stories that my day used to tell us and the fun that we had as a child growing up, and how he loved children and how that she would have loved him, and would have loved to listen to him telling his stories. She said, "Poppy, that why I have you as my grandfather so you can tell me those stories as well as your stories growing up."
The day that we were having my dad's funeral we got a call just before the funeral that my mom had passed away at home. It was bad to lose one parent but another thing altogether to lose them both. The Funeral Home said that it was to late not stop Dad's funeral, but we could hold the burial at the graveside until the next day and we would have mom's viewing that evening while people were still there and we would bury them both the next day after mom's funeral.
When he was in the hospital those last days we were told that he was blinded by the aneurysm and that he would not be able to speak. We were all gathered beside his bed and he spoke one word and he said baby. I told him that mother was across the hall and that she was doing ok. Then he said you're the baby. With tears rolling down my face I knew that he was still there, we had all heard him speak and we were speechless. When the doctor came in I told him that he had talked and he said that there was know way that this could have happened. We were just wanting him to speak and we thought that he had. I told the doctor you stand here and listen. Daddy was always making up rhymes and poems that he had learned, so I started the one about The Purple Cow. I said I never saw a purple cow, and then I waited and waited and waited and as the doctor started to speak, dad said clear as a bell. "I hope I never see one." This is when the doctor said this is just a miracle that he can do this. So I continued to the next line. "But I can tell you anyhow," and I waited and then dad spoke again, I'd rather see than be one.
The Purple Cow
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I hope I never see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see, than be one.
As a child we were told this story about the Purple Cow poem. When he was in the second grade they had to learn a poem and recite it before the class the next day. He was going to do a Robert Frost Poem, but when he got home he forgot all about it until he was in class the next day. There was a little girl that set in front of him and she was trying to memorize her poem when the alarm went off that he hadn't memorized a poem. So he kept listening to the little girl trying to learn hers when he memorized it he raised his had to let his teacher know that he was ready to do his poem.
As he stood in front of the class and started to recite his poem the little girl shouted out that that was her poem. When he finished the poem she called the little girl up to say the poem and she didn't have it in her memory yet.
Today as it was raining and we couldn't go outside several of his stories came tumbling back in my memory and Chloe said Poppy why do you look so sad. I explained to her about the stories that my day used to tell us and the fun that we had as a child growing up, and how he loved children and how that she would have loved him, and would have loved to listen to him telling his stories. She said, "Poppy, that why I have you as my grandfather so you can tell me those stories as well as your stories growing up."
The day that we were having my dad's funeral we got a call just before the funeral that my mom had passed away at home. It was bad to lose one parent but another thing altogether to lose them both. The Funeral Home said that it was to late not stop Dad's funeral, but we could hold the burial at the graveside until the next day and we would have mom's viewing that evening while people were still there and we would bury them both the next day after mom's funeral.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Happy Valentines Day
Some Cards From The 1950's
Some Cards From The 1940's
Some Cards From The 1930's
Some Cards From The 1920's
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Happy New Year!
A happy New Year! Grant that I
May bring no tear to any eye
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I've played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.
~ Edgar Guest ~
May bring no tear to any eye
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I've played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.
~ Edgar Guest ~
Happy New Year!
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