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AS I SEE IT
Druce Ckirron
A MOTHER SHARES HER FEELINGS ABOUT HER SON
WHO WAS BURNED SEVERELY
IN AN UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT
They were enjoying tbeir first day in their new home whfo Yancy
was burned severely in an unfortunate accident. Yancy, 9 years old,
struck a match near a container filled partially with gas. The
container exploded and Yancy suffered 2nd and 3rd degree bums
over 65% of his body.
Mrs. Maynor shares her feelings with us and affirms her abiding
faith in God. It is a heartrending story told simply and with a
mother’s fervor for her child. We are grateful to her for sharing her
thou^ts with us.
Said Mrs. Maynor,
help someone.”
I want to share Yancy’s story because it might
It was Saturday morning, March 26, 1977, around 8:00 a.m. We had
spent the first night in our new house. I made breakfast for the boys and
they ate a very large mealYancy atetwo helpings of grits and eggs which
was unusual for him. I asked him if he would take some boxes out to the
car for me. About two minutes after he went outside, I heard a horrible
loud sound. I went ouside to see what in the world the noise was. Oh My
God! That’s when I saw my son in flames. Yancy was rolling around in
the dirt trying to put himself out. I ran over and tried to help. By this time,
his clothes were burnt off up to his neck. I never saw such determination in
a child’s eyes as was in Yancy’s that morning. He got up from the ground
and walked to. ^the side of the house. I followed him and began to throw
water on him. Thank God the flames were finally out. I called for Jeffery
(my nephew) to come and help me. Jeff brought a quilt and placed it
around Yancy. We put him in the car to take him to the local hospital.
Yancycriedalittlebut not hysterically! He talked all that long way to the
hospit^.
Yancy is a quiet and gentle nine year old. He wastrying to assure me that
everything was going to be alright. He asked me not to cry. He said,
“Mama, if you cry I will die.” I kept myself together for him.
I krww God was with him that morning. I could feel his presence just as
if He were sitting right there next to me. 1 know it had to be God because
God filled Yancy with His Holy Spirit and Yancy began to talk in a
different language. It was the kind of. presence that would keep Yancy
strong and take him through the things that would be next.
We finally arrived at Southeastern General Hospital inLumberton. A
stretcher was brought out and Yancy was gently placed on it.
Yancy was still conscious. His eyes were still shining with rays of hope
and self determination. God was still with him, I could see and feel it from
Yancy’s eyes.
The nurses began to cut off what was left of-his clothes. He didn't show
any signs of resistance, just an awareness for help. As they wiped his
head, his hair came off onto the cloth. I could also see that his teeth had
turned black from the flames and smoke of the gas. Afterwards, the nurses
began putting IV’s in his arm. It was at this time that a doctor finally came.
After the doctor finished examining Yancy, he told me that Yancy would
have to be sent to a bum center hospital. The nearest bum center was in
Chapel HUl, North Carolina. That would be about a two or two and a half
hour trip by ambulance.
I was still in control of my emotions, but can only thank God for the
guidaiKe because if it was only me I would have been emotionally tom
apart at such an experience.
The hospital chaplain came over to where I was standing and wanted to
know what had happened. “I don’t know,” was all 1 could say. The truth
was that I really didn’t know! 1 was still in a suie of shock and full
comprehension was not with me.
When I saw my pastor, that's when it happened. I threw my arms around
him and started crying. Oh my Gcd, help me! My child is dying, I
thought.
A county ambulance arrived and they put Yancy in it. Gaston (my
husband) just did make it to the hospital before we left in the ambulance.
Gaston sat up front with the driver and I sat in back with Yancy. It was
about this time that 1 noticed the swelling all over his body.
Yancy will never be the same child. His life has been altered. He has
experienced something that only a very few people live to tell about.
I’ll never forget the sound the siren made that day. That loud, shrill
ringingmade me shake with fright.
The driver and attendant would both talk to Yancy. Yancy found the
strength and desire to answer. However, after about an hour, Yancy
wouldn't answer. So, Yancy was asked to lift his arm if he could hear
them talking to him. But, by the time we reached Chapel Hill, he could
hardly lift his swollen arm or hand.
I remember thinking that the second IV would run out before we arrived.
1 kept asking , it seems, about every five minutes if we would soon be
there. The last time I asked, the driver said, “lean see the hospital now.”
I also remember saying “Thank God!” just as we pulled up into the
emergency entrance. The last IV had ran out by then.
I will remember each and every one of them in my prayers and thoughts.
Thank you!
Yancy had swollen so big by this time that I hardly recognized him, my
He was taken directly to a treatment room, but I wasn't allowed to go in.
So we went directly to the waiting room. Chaplain Farrow (I don’t know
his first name) walked in and introduced himself to us. He told us that the
chtq)lain from Southeastern General Hospital had called him and informed
him about the situation. He stayed and talked with us trying to aide us with
comfort and assurance. He showed us around the third floor bum center
waiting room where we could be close to Yancy.
The doctor finally came out to talk with us. We already knew that the
bums were bad and he told us that the bums were mostly second and third
degrees. Bums that covered over 65% of Yancy’s small fragile body.
At that same time I still didn’t realize how serious the bums were. Yet, I
wanted to be with my son, so the doctor let me go in for a few minutes after
they had washed him in a salt bath.
The Pembroke Jaycees have established a fund in Yancy’s behalf.
Anyone who wishes to contribute may do so by contacting the
Pembroke Jaycees, P.O. Box 785, Pembroke, N.C. 28372 or write c/o
The Carolina Indian Voice, P.O. Box 1075, Pembroke, North
Carolina.
I went into his room and. Oh My God!, his eyes and mouth were swollen
so big that he could neither see nor talk to me. I couldn’t stay in there. I
had to get out. 1 wouldn’t let myself cry or break down in front of him.
But, Just as soon as I stepped outside his room, I let myself go. It was then
that I realized Just exactly how serious his burned body was
The most amazing part of this story is the courage and
determination of Yancy. He is a remarkable young fellow. His life
probably was spared because he had the presence of mind to roll in the
ground instead of running when the explosion occurred and he was
afire.
Mother, the pastor, Judy (my sister) and her husband, and my uncle and
his wife had arrived by this time. The nurse at Southeastern General had
told them that Yancy wouldn’t make it to Chapel Hill. But what she didn’t
know was that the Almighty God was riding with Yancy. When God is for
you, then who can be against you?
Chaplain Farrow made arrangements for Gaston and myself to stay in the
LETTEP5 TO
THE EDITOR
ithospital motel unit that night. 1 couldn't sleep. Everytime I closed my
^eyes all I could see were the flames crackling and blazing on Yancy’s
Jbody. “Oh*God!’’, I prayed, “Help me."
4 The next morning the bum unit nurse said Yancy had rested good during
the night.
2 Time passed so slow. I felt hopeless. Yet, I was t^'ing to keep myself
together. It took all my strength just to go into Yancy’s room day after
day. His appearance had changed so much that I could hardly look upon
} him.
One long and lonely day, as I sat by Yancy’s bed, his little hand reached
out to me and he said “Mama." He began to cry. I tried to comfort him
and tell him everything would be alright. He stopped crying and went
back to sleep.
I am iHMiored this week to present a guest columnist, Mrs. Gaston Yancy did a lot of sleeping during the first weeks of his stay in the
(Betty Ann) Maynor. Mrs. Maynor and her husband, Gaston, reside hospital. Rest was good for him. I say by his bed during this time and just
in the Back Swamp Community with their two sons, Yancy and Lee. watched him sleep. I felt helpless.
Yancy’s weak and soft voice said, “Mama, it hurts.” 1 closed my eyes
and began to pray “Oh, God! Help Yancy. My child is suffering. I can’t
take that, please help him. You gave him to me, you created him. please
help him.”
Just to watch Yancy smile, or talk is a beautiful joy. Every time I look
upon him, I see the hand of Jesus. I see a miracle. I believe God has a
special work for my son to do.
Mrs. Maynor spends at least an hour a day dressing his burns and
another hour exercising his arms and neck. At one time the doctors
contemplated amputating his arm but, as Mrs. Maynor put it, “God
intervened.”
The costs in treating a burn victim is astronomical. Medical
expenses have reached approximately $40,000 so far and costs will
continue to spiral as Yancy continues receiving grafts and treatment
in the years ahead.
A Note & A Poem
from a Friendly Reader
Dear Bruce:
I can’t tell you what your paper
means to me. I really enjoy
reading it. I share it with at least 6
or 8 of my friends. There are
seven other men from North
Carolina here in Germany with
me. But I’m the only Lumbee
Indian. The Germans think I am
special because I am an Indian.
I am also going to college-
trying to better my education.
Well, you Lumbees keep up the
good work. The ones in a
position to do so can put in a
word with God occasionally for
the poor fellows who are away
from their loved ones. All.letters
1 drive a Personnel Carrier
Truck that weighs !3 tons. I
participated in a parade in
Lexinburg-driving a World War 1
Tanker.
received from back home would
be highly appreciated.
Spc./4 Charles C. Maynor
239-82-4469
C.S.C. l/39th (M) Infantry
APO New York 09034
During the day I could be with Yancy in his room but at night visitors are
not permitted to stay in the Bum Unit. It was the night that I learned to
hate. I couldn’t be by my son’s side. Oh God! I felt so helpless.
FORGET NOT THE THOUGHT
I thank God for my wonderful husband. He helped so much. He would
put his arms around me and tell me everything would be alright. But he
couldn’t console my aching heart. Only God could give me the kind of
relief, the kind of inner peace I needed the most.
One morning, around 4 a.m., I awoke in fear. I couldn’t sleep. I felt the
need to pray. I bent down on my knees and began to pray, “God help me,
if You don’t my heart will break. My heart is so heavy. Please help me. ”!
felt as if some large heavy object was pressing all of its weight against my
chest. God spoke to me in a still soft voice and said. “My Grace is
sufficient for thee.” When I heard those words. I knew my prayer had
been heard and answered.
Through the clustered tunnels
Of my ever changing mind,
1 try to remember
A thought that I left,
About half-way to nowhere
Far behind.
Dr. Roger Salisbury has been Yancy’s doctor from the beginning of his
twelve weeks in the hospital. I thank God for doctors like him who believe
in prayer in the Almighty God.
Just trying to remember
Makes me think of something
I may once have adored.
Or was it a moment of pain
I caused someone
That I'll unconsciously regret
For ever-more?
It was only after Yancy had been in the hospital about three weeks, that
Dr. Salisbury told me that Yancy had to have his most serious operation.
This operation would involve cutting away all of the skin from Yancy’s
stomach. The area where Yancy received his most serious third degree
bums was on and around his stomach. The thing that I remember and
cherish the most about his conversation then is when Dr. Salisbury said,
“Mrs. Maynor, pray for me too.”
Maybe memories aren’t forever
And feelings change
With the passage of time.
Like the time I was
So happy and then
Was so sad,
Cause the feeling wasn't mine.
It was during one of those long and dreadful eighty four nights that Dr.
Salisbury came and told me that Yancy had to have an emergency
operation. He believed that Yancy had caught infection in a vein in his
right leg. So after about an hour in the OR, Dr. Salisbury came out and
told me his leg was alrightthat he couldn’t find any infection. I know God
stopped that infection because my God can do anything.
At times I feel like a puppet
At the mercy of a force
Far greater than I.
1 laugh, remember. ! forget
And worst of all,
I cry.
Dr. Salisbury never gave me any words of hope or encouragement. He
told me my son would have to go through many operations. When he did
operate on Yancy he had to work very fast in order to stay one step ahead
of bacteria and infection.
1 tell myself that it wasn’t important
And that I’ll probably never remember anyway;
But then something will ask me
What about today, .onight, tomorrow.
Some other lonesome and thought-filled day?
Only after Yancy had had nine major operations during a period of eight
weeks did Dr. Salisbury say my son would make it.
It was then that I sat down and just cried. He put his hand on my shoulder
and said, “Mrs. Maynor, Yancy isalucky boy. Most of the children that
are brought into the Bum Unit with the kind of third degree bums that
Yancy had just don’t make it. They usually die within seven to ten days
from infection or pneumonia. Their small and weak bodies just can’t fight
it off.” He said he wanted to use pictures of Yancy’s bums in a medical
book that he’swriting.The pictureswould be usedto help inform otherson
how to treat bums like Yancy’s.
I’m afraid that my mind
Will hold that thought forever.
And selfishly keep it locked within.
For every dream I’ve ever had
There was a thought
That made it stop before
It had time to begin.
I know luck had nothing to do with Yancy’s continuing recovery. God
has been with him since the beginning. Just as God was with Job.in the
Bible, he has been with Yancy.
In a room.
Behind some closed door
In one of the clustered tunnels
Of my ever changing mind.
There’s a thought
That I’m trying to remember.
That I so foolishly left
Half way to nowhere,
Far behind.
The one thing that I have now that I didn’t have before the accident is a
closer walk with Jesus. I had time to pray and and think about myself and
Jesus. God will place a light upon the dark paths of life if we would only
ask in the name of Jesus, and believe.
Charles C. (Lynn) Maynor
I have learned and lived more during those two and a half months than I
have in the total twenty eight years of my life.
It was a long and miserable stay at Chapel Hill from March 26, 1977 to
June 16, 1977. Yet, I learned something important-there is always
someone worse off than you are.
Questions Investigation
at Oxendine School
To the Editor:
I want to thank all of the concerned people for their prayers and for their
donations. I want to thank the nurses and doctors at the Bum Unit
especially for their understanding care, and for treating us like human
beings.
Yancy is presently at home recovering from the trauma and severe
burns, although he will be returning to Chapel Hill this week for a
checkup. And he will be undergoing a series of operations and skin
grafts in the months and years ahead.
Robeson County, it seems, has
its own particular brand of
Watergate cover-up activities.
The President of the United
States couldn't get away with his
deception, yet one person or
persons in this county school
system seems to be getting away
with the alleged crime of
embezzlement and misuse of
public school funds, seems to
have been doing so for the past 3
years, and during all this time not
one breath of it has ever reached
public ears, This despite the fact
that three local board members of
the Oxendine School specifically
demanded that action in the
matter be taken more than three
years ago.
under the rug the same way that
the old board and previous
superintendent did? The old
board and superintendent not
only covered up a matter that was
questionable, but made the
cover-up more complete by
publicly naming the man under
suspicion as the principal of the
year in 1976.
The school board is not
presuming the guilt of anybody in
the matter, inasmuch as a man is
presumed to be innocent in this
country until proved guilty.
However, there definitely is
evidence of wrong-doing in the
case, and a full investigation is
warranted, This investigation,
despite the efforts of the local
school board, has never
materialized.
We feel strongly that we
tax-payers have the right to know
about the questionable activities
of the public servants whose
salaries we are paying. Why has
no report of this matter ever
appeared in an area newspaper?
Why are inquisitive local school
board members being threatened
with dismissal? Obviously,
there is more here than meets the
eye.
As local school board members,
we feel that it is our duty to report
such matters directly to the
people when all else has failed.
After three long, hard years, we
feel that all else has failed. We
are, after all, only doing what wc
are under oath to do for the
protection of the people’s
educational and financial
interests.
A good question is this: Will the
new Robeson County Board of
Education sweep this matter
Hamer Lee Oxendine
Oxendine School Board
David McLean
Jeffery (her nephew)who was spending the night with them and
helping them move into their new home also showed an amazing
presence of mind by getting the quilt and attempting to quench the
flames.
It is a miraculous story. As Mrs. Maynor put it so eloquently, “God
has something for Yancy to do.” Afterall, God spared his life. We are
all grateful for that.
THE CAROLINA
INDIAN VOICE
521-2826
Know
Your
Bible
Rev. D.F. Lx)wry
To whom it may concern:
Under the law, the people were
saved by keeping the law. Under
Grace we are saved by being
baptized with the Holy Ghost.
Positively, God is in Heaven on
the Throne. Christ is now in
Heaven standing by the Throne.
The Holy Ghost is here on Earth
to convict and convert sinners
from the error of their ways,
saving them by baptizing them
with the Holy Ghost and fire. Tue
fire bums out the sin.
Sts. Matthew and Luke mention
the fire. Mark and St. John does
not mention the fire, and hence
the fire is automatic.
The fire may be likened unto an
electric bulb in the soul which
lights up the soul inside when we
are saved.
Being saved, being converted,
and being baptized with the Holy
Ghost are three different ways of
telling about one and the same
thing.
If you read St. John 1-33 you
will see that Jesus Christ has only
one way to save or to convert a
sinner from the error of his ways
and save a soul frx>m sin or death.
The baptism of the Holy Ghost
regenerates, saves, converts and
makes us new creatures in Christ.
Quote 1 Cor. 12-3: No man can
say that Jesus is the Lord, but by
the Holy Ghost. If you study the
10th and 11th chaptei5_of the
Acts you will see the truth
concerning being saved.
Peter at the home of Cornelius,
Acts 10-43 to 47, Verse 43:
Whosoever believeth on Him
shall receive remission of sins.
Verse 44: While Peter yet spoke
these words, the Holy Ghost fell
on all them which heard the
word.
Verse 45 shows that the Jews
were astonished because the
Gentiles received the Holy
Ghost.
Verse 46: The Gentiles spake in
the language of the Jews
magnifying God.
Verse 47 shows that they should
be baptized with water after
being regenerated by the Holy
Ghost.
Now chapter 11 of the Acts of
the Apostles declares the whole
tmth of being saved.
Please read from 1 l.through 18
chapter and you will see we are
regenerated by the baptism of the
Holy Ghost.
Now the climax is in verse 18:
God has granted life to the
Gentiles.
Just
Thinking
Thursday, August 4,
19?)
Educational Views
DR. DALTON P. BROOKS
forgotten skill
LISTENING
Listening is a neglected
observational skill. Most people,
and that means students, are too
involved to give special attention
to the art of listening. Many
students would rather store
information for immediate use
than to develop an interactive
process of listening.
blurrying
sharpening
acuity.
, ^»C{,
I'liellKttijj
suggestions that canbeuJ***
classroom^
.0
Listening is at least as important
as reading and any other skills
related to the ability to make
accurate observations. As a
matter of fact, reading and
listening parallel each other so
closely that if one were to
substitute the word “Reading”
for the word “Listening” in the
objectives of a good listening
program, he would have an
excellent listening program.
2. Students should len
neither agree or disagm ,i,
person „„l,l the, ate atai,',
sure that they knot, ,1.,,
speaker is saying.
3. Students should ir, a, w:
to every word, concept Gel rti
meaning.
4. Students, try to listen ttiiw
emotions, because emotions c«
actually change what you be,
Listening then is a scientific
skill for observation, using one’s
hearing to coordinate
information is a logical pattern.
In most instances a student can
differentiate, almost
immediately, any deviation from
the trend of logic. A good listener
can maximize the “difference”
and “sameness” of an
agreement. Providing a clear and
concise picture rather than a
5. Students, be on li
punctual, ready to make nc
6. On entering a classroom, doi
continue a conveisMion ih,
would deprive you of givi,,
complete attention to the teacte
. Students, say to yourselfiha.
'I’m going to listen today."
Make a
yourself.
Editorial Viewpoint
STRIKE AT THE WIND! IS JUST AS
GOOD THIS SEASON AS LAST...
Strike at the Wind! is a phenomenon of soiti
baffling the so called critics with its continnii|
freshness and pizazz this year. It’s a dam gom
show and worthy of the local support thati
needs so desperately to survive.
Last season (the first) was a miraculous seasoi
with everything falling into place. Communiti
support was wide and enthusiastic.
This year the crowds have not been quite
good although the show is, as we see it, betteri
many respects from last season. The productio
has been tightened up, and the technical aspect
of the show have been improved, especially tk
lighting.
New faces abound this season. Thereisanei
Mama Gumbo, Donahoe McQueen
Shoemaker John, Henry Berry Lowrie, Hugl
McGreggor, Rev. James Sinclair, Sherif
Reuben King, etc. Most of them are
improvement over last season. They should!*
since the actors this year had last year's
characterizations to react to and develop. Tk
players from last season were a special breed
and it is difficult to assess them against anotlie
because they had to create the roles, develq
them from scratch. That takes some c
Verse 14: Who shall tell the
words whereby thou and all thy
house shall be saved? Verse 16
says John indeed baptized with
water: Ye shall be baptized with
the Holy Ghost.
Just a few days ago, I was
talking to a good friend of mine
(Mr. Sterling Jones). Now
considering the environment he
is in, he has put together a most
unique invention. The Watergate
Rat Trap. I have come to the
conclusion that the rat trap is a
very distinguished piece of art,,
because it depicts the corruption
in our American Government,
mainly the Watergate scandal.
Besides being a historical rat
killer, this invention can tell a
story of chaos in a most eloquent
manner.
The stentorian Julian Ransom is back as tte
leader. He is remarkable. We saw himgiveliis
most inspired performance last Thursday
night. He is stately and has one of the all ti®
great voices. He can be heard in the parkingloi
even, without shouting. Ransom holds tla
whole show together. His timing and deliveiy
are unbelievable since he had not been in
stage production since he was in college,
number of years ago. In real life Ransom isi
minister, and it shows.
But they are all good. Brenda Jacobs as
Cumbo; Camell Locklear as Boss S
Victor Lane as Shoemaker, etc., etc.
down the list.
At the present, I am of no
political party or have any ties,
with such, and I feel very free to
speak out about this scandal. It
was humiliating and totally
disaterous to the American
Government. I once heard Mr.
Nixon say “Sock it to me,
America.” Now he’s saying
“Ease up, ease up America.”
Tapes, tapes, whose got the
tapes? This invention precisely
describes what happened to the
Watergate tapes. While Mr.
Nixon • was playing cat and
mouse, or should I say rat and
mouse games. But for Mr. Nixon
and company, the rats squealed
because the cheese was too hot to
swallow, and once again justice
did not prevail.
It’s a good show to take the family to see. ^
guarantee that you ’ 11 like it if you ever go ^
And the players deserve our support. Strike
the Wind! is a story that needs to be told. G
see it. You’ll like it! We guarantee it.
Attend the Church
of your choice this Sunday.
Mabrey Locklear
P.O. Box 268
Wagram, N.C.
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