Family at Shiloh Cemetary

Shiloh Methodist Church, Tattnall County, Georgia, USA

While looking for my friend Madeline's obituary in my archives I stumbled on the snip below of my grandfathers grave in Georgia. He and many members of our family are buried at this small church, still standing, still people using the cemetery. My Dad's family lived in the home you saw last month on the edge of the railroad tracks in Manassas, GA .

The Shiloh Church is just a few minutes drive from the home he was raised in.

I found my way to the sight of Historic Rural Churches. I spent a lot of time browsing and found below info on that sight. I could spend days just looking at the churches from the past.

Shiloh Methodist is the second oldest church in Tattnall County, the oldest being Mt. Carmel, a meeting house of peeled pine logs eighteen feet by twenty feet erected in 1808. While the exact organization date of Shiloh is uncertain, according to a local county history, it occurred either in 1810 or 1812. this info is from Historic Rustic Churches and is in Reidsville, Georgia. this is HRCGA dedicated  https://www.hrcga.org/church/shiloh-methodist/   (info above and photo from link provided)

Snips of my great grandfathers headstone, he was my dad's, dad and the is the LINK to My Paternal Grandparents and some of the McCall's buried there. So much info there to go from link to link.

I am posting this to store the links for myself. In the link below I found death certificates, obituaries and much information that I never knew. 

If you go to https://www.findagrave.com/ you might find information on your family also. I intend to research more and add to this for my own info storage.

Photos from links above. let me know if you find any of your family churches and graves that you never knew were there.

Mommy and Daddy, Final Friday Feature With YAM

 

My Dad in his retirement mobile home, Savannah GA, 1995 

While cleaning out the cabinets, I found this book and the photo

It is The Pastors Manual, James Randolph Hobbs, D.D., L.I.D. Copyright 1934

Broadman Press, Nashville, Tennessee

Daddy bought this manual in 1953, in the used bookstore at Clear Creek Mountain Preachers School. The sticker says $1.50. I remember that the cost was a lot. He earned his high school diploma at the same time as his Batchelor's Degree in Theology. He worked part time in the campus grocery store.

 His pay at the time was $30.00 a week. And a huge $30.00 a month from the church he pastored.

He was Our Appalachian Mountain Preacher.

This small book contains poems, marriage ceremonies, funerals, every single thing a pastor would need to know how to do. The page below, says Order of Service for Organizing a Baptist Church.

I do hope Dr. Hobbs did not take offense as I giggled my way through the pages Titled.

It's Public Worship... the giggling was the thought that this was written in 1934 and if the author could see the ORDER of Service now, he would be shocked, TO.The.Core!

The book even gives advice on the Deportment of the minister at the funeral. 

Should he walk in front of the casket, or walk behind it, or stand at the front and not walk in.

No wonder he spent hours in his study each time there was a funeral or a wedding.

When I opened it to the bookmark, I found the above Bookmark of his mother, my grandmother, always called Mommie by all the grand kids. it was her Obituary from 1959. It has a wealth of information about her family that I did not know. I was 15 when she died and lived 1000 miles away. I had no idea she had living sisters that I had never met or even knew existed.

The photo was taken sometime during WWII. My dad, dark pants, and his 4 of his 6 siblings, left to right, Edwin McCall, Marine. Robert McCall, Helen McCall, Charles McCall, my dad and Uncle Jack, Army. Uncle Julian , the missing brother in the photo, took the photo and Carolyn died at birth.

Below is Mommie, on the steps of the family home in Manassas, Ga.

It was a bitter and hard life for all of them. My grandfather had a stroke and was in a wheelchair for most of their childhood, Mommie and my Daddy, the oldest Male, born in 1913, ran the store, the boys gave her fits with no man to control them. 

The War Between the States, also called The Civil War, ended in 1865. My Dad's Grandfather died at Shiloh. You might say I was raised in Dixie and no one in my family ever forgot The War. When I was 17, I dated a boy from Connecticut and my grandmother, not this grandmother, but my mothers mother down here in Florida, had a hissy fit. That is Southern Talk for very upset.

In 1985 I married a Yankee from Pennsylvania. My grandmothers were deceased, or it might have killed them both.

Carrie Terrell McCall 

1886-1959

Joining Final Friday Feature with Yam

In Memory of Daddy

 In Memory of my Dad, Charles F. McCall born Oct 21, 1913 - July 5, 2006

Precious Memories was one of his favorites and the song he chose for his Mothers funeral in 1959.
to read  his story go on Appalachian Mountain Preacher

Appalachian Mountan Preacher

In the last part of the year in 1952, my Dad and Mother, brother and I moved from Savannah, Georgia to Clear Creek, KY for daddy to attend Clear Creek Mountain Bible School.  We lived in the shadow of Pine Mountain and drove long winding, switchback roads to Pineville, Ky for shopping.

Above is my dad in 1959 as he looked as pastor of Sloans Valley Baptist Church, Sloans Valley Ky. Daddy graduated in 1957 from the Bible school and we left DeWitt Baptist Church that he had pastored while attending school and went to Sloans Valley.

Last week by blog friends George and Betsy were visitng Pine Mountain State Park and they took the time to go find my childhood home and email me photos.

ALL PHOTOS TODAY were taken by  Besty, Just for ME!

Thank you Betsy the photos that have are the pilot light of my memories of a wonderful childhood in the Applachian Mountains of Kentucky.

The name of the school is now changed. In the early 50's  it was called Preachers School. The school gave preachers called to the ministry and had not finished  high school and could not attend seminary's, the chance to get their high school diploma while they worked on their seminary classes. Daddy, born 1913, quit school in 8th grade due to his father having a stroke and his mother had 7 children and a man in a wheel chair to care for. He became the man of the house in 1927.

The odd thing is, all the buildings look exactly like they did more than 50 years ago. I recieved my first kiss in the above building. At that time it was a reccreation hall. I was 13 so it was not that much of a kiss, but I still remember it.

As I looked through all the photos Betsy sent to me, the tears of joyful memories poured down my face. This is Kelly Hall and where they attended classes and we build snow forts on that lawn

The above photo is the way my brother and I looked as we walked over this bridge. (oops! make that the way we looked when HE walked accross this bridge, I went the long way round)

More happy memories waited on me when I found this song on Blind Pig and The Acorn blog post about Shape Note singing and  memories of my dad baptizing people in the river in Kentucky in the 50"s flooded my soul. I found the video on YouTube and it's perfect. I learned Shape Note Singing in Kentucky and did not even know what it was until now.
These photos taken by a friend truly prove the saying.

"photos are the pilot light of memories"

Thank you to my blog friends for all these sweet memories.

Good Fathers Reflect the Heavenly Father

The righteous man walks in his integrity; his children are blessed after him. Proverbs 20:7 NKJV (thank you Stacey for reminding me of this verse)

In Memory Of my Dad, Charles F. McCall

10/21/1913-07/05/2006

My Dad spent the first 40 years of his life living against the Lord, In 1952 he gave his Life to Jesus Christ and became a changed man. he lived the rest of his life for The Lord and spreading the gospel as a Baptist minister. I am blessed to have been raised by a God fearing man that taught me to believe in God, to tell the truth, that there is  wrong and  right and how to tell the difference.

Was he perfect? NO. but then neither am I. In High School I thought he was domineering and MEAN. it took a lot of years for me to realize how much he did for me and how much his life molded me into a God Fearing and God loving person.

I was also blessed to have two Uncles, Julian and Jack McCall, that loved me as much as any father could. In Memory of them on Fathers Day and of their wives, my Aunt Ruby and Aunt Evidell.

This is my Dad's father and mother on their wedding day. doesn't he look like my dad? From this father came 4 sons and 2 daughters and from these came my faith and Love of God. I never knew my grandfather, he died when I was a toddler. Just as he lived on in my Dad and his brothers, Daddy lives on in me and my brother David.

Yesterday my blogger friend paid tribute to her father. The words she wrote I could copy here for my dad.

pop on over and read her tribute to her dad Addicted to the Click Fathers Day

From the time I was 12 years old, my dad and I sang In The Garden as a duet, many times in the churches he pastored.

This one might be a little long for you, so skip it if you like, these are all the songs my daddy loved

Appalachia Speak To Me, Darlin

 I have discussed and used and abused the old sayings from the south in my last two post. Imagine my surprise when I picked up my newest library book and was pleasantly surprised to find the story is about Appalachia Mountain district in Kentucky and the dialect they speak there.

The story is about a girl that is sent out of South Eastern Kentucky to learn how to talk properly. I am not sure who decides what is proper or not proper. I for one love the music of the voices in Kentucky.

It is rare for me to post without photos, but I have no photos of Kentucky since they are all in Georgia in my mothers hope chest, that now resides with our family historian, my niece Amanda. To see photos online click on Photos of Applachian Mountains

The author's notes says the dialect came from Scotland orginally. My mothers ancestors were from Scotland, which caused me to go to my google habit once again and proved we can find anything we want on YouTube. whooda thot it?

 This is music to my ears; I was born in Savannah, Georgian USA but raised in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. This is a little long but you can hear my accent of my childhood and how I sounded most of my life until 26 years in Florida with my Yankee husband. The header is my favorite photo of my Yankee Doodle Fishing Dandy  on his favorite beach in Florida.

The Thang is if you’ all lisn you’all will hear the musical voices of Kentucky and even a banjo now and then. Meander on through the video if you dare.

all this talkin' sounds pert neer natural to me! I am now singing Kentucky, how I love you.