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RANDOM THOUGHTS
by Doris Burton
Most of you know tk|e motto of]
the inter-demoninationai group
known as “The Christophers”. "Is l
everyone lit just one little candle
what a bright world this would be.”
I’ve been thinking frequently of
late about many people I know who
do merely one kind thing, occasion
ally, and have no idea that their
kindness has brought warmth into
lives they never knew they’d touch.
In many cases, the person perform
ing the deed hasn’t kncwn that
anyone even knew of it other than
the recipient.
But it is amazing how the good
stories, as well as the. bad,do get
around. The candle they lit was so
tiny that not many could see it’s
glow or feel .it’s warmth. But sup
pose everyone who had the chance
should light one 4 of these little
casidles? The fire would light up
the whole Earth!
And just because your life is of j
necessity one of small horizons
don’t ever believe that opportunity J
can’t come your way very often. If
it is only the opportunity to take
a pie to the home of a sick friend,
or to smile and
lonely person, or to listen to the
troubles of another with an open
heart, then you are lighting a
candle.
That is the beauty of Christopher
creed to me. They do not ask for
a great big Candle that in itself
will set the world on fire. They ask
merely that one does, in his own
small way, what good one can for
any unfortunate who comes his
way.
I know a young girl who spent
ten long months in a hospital,
dying, everyone thought of gan
grene. But she could move around;
and even there, where she under
went surgery on a average of once
a week, she brought gayety and
joy with her to hundreds of lonely
frightened patients. She couldn’t
do much for them but she could
roll up a bed, tell a joke, listen to
their troubles, or run an errand
for them. And her own serious
trouble, she laughed at. Fortunately
she recovered, though she will
never use one arm again.
. But I believe that all the little
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PR CANDIES
1 candles she lit combined their
. light until it became so bright that
even God saw it! And so many
people must have prayed for her,
because of’ heir kindness, that He
heard.
I honestly don’t believe that this
girl has ever consciously thought
that the things she did for others
were of any importance. She pro.
bably will never know that every
one along the corridors of that
hospital would ask, each day that
she didn't come by their room,
where she was and add that they
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This type of thing, I believe,. is
what the Christophers ask of each
of us. Wherever one may be, what
ever his circumstances, he can, if
he wishes, light a candle. And each
one he lights will make the area
I around himself a little brighter and
possibly inspire ariother to try’ to
I make his own small corner a
. brighter place in which to live,
j Each of us can, by example, in
fluence every ilfe which touches
ours. It is our rsponsibility to make
our own existences as good as
possbile! Then it becomes impos
sible, we cannot, harm another.
And I can think of no better way
to start improving oneself than by
following the Christopher motto.
Then, it could follow; that some
day the chance will come our way
to light a cafldle of such magnitude
that it alone will spread a glow
over the Earth. Not many of us
will ever get that chance, but by
never failing to light each and every
small one which comes our way,
we will stHl have done our share
to make of this old* world a brigh
ter place in which to live.
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Devices for protecting the eyes j
from excessive light or glare go I
back to antiquity, even before the r
use of glass. The Eskimos used j
tubular wooden goggles with slits .
to admit light. In Venice in 1551, \
slits were put in the visors of
armor for the same purpose.
Colored glasses for lenses came in
]to use In tC** >tter half of the 16th
century.
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By WARREN S. REEVE
Note: The idea of “Overlook” is taken from the Overlooks
provided for viewing panoramas along the Blue Ridge
Parkwa^
Yesterday I began this Overlook,
thinking to follow a certain line of
thought, but today when I take up
my pen to continue, I feel con
strained to leave what I had in
mind until another time, and to
tell you this week of a litte ex
perience I had the' other day. I do
so not without trepidation, for I
know how fickle are .human emo
tions - both my own and those of
people in general - and I shrink
from being liable to wrong emo
tional reactions both in myself and
from some of my readers. I plead
your magnanimity therefore, and
would desire your prayers more
than your criticisms.
An evening without any meet,
ings or appointments seemed an
opportunity for “catching up” with
work at my desk. Amid the suc
cession of ideas that darted into
my mind about the different things
I might accomplish before bed
time, came the .thought that what
I needed more than anything else
at this particular time was the
cultivation of my fellowship with-
God. I had need.dmy deeper con
science said, to drop from my mind
for the time being the numerous
responsibilities that I had felt
weighing upon me. Let my desk
stay all cluttered’ufT a tittle longer, j
Let those letters I thought I should i
answer wait unil tomorrow. Let
those records and notations I'
wanted to make go for now. Stop,
drop everything else, arid have a
visit conference with God! In other
words, pray! Or just be quiescent
before Him Or pour out your
heart in adoration! In some such
terms my deep conscience com
manded me, and I decided to obey
it. I did so at first with consider
able reluctance because I did not
want to have those various desk
jobs hanging on any longer. I be
grudged, you might say, the loss
of an evening when I thought I
could get so much done. But once
having made that decision, and
the more my mind got adjusted to
the idea, the happier I was over
it. And deep down within me I
knew that I had made a right de
cisio n. I consented with myself
that my deepest need just now
was indeed a —time of aloneness
with God.
For years it has been a custom
with me to do a certain amount of
reading and study and writing in
bed. I concluded therefore that on
this particular evening I would
get the best results if, - finishing up
first all the "pre-going-to-bed”
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chores, I did my praying sitting
up in bed, I could then feel that
all night was ahead of me’ and
I could pray as long as I might
wish without any danger of being
, interrupted and With no thought
of any set time when I must stop.
, I kpew from many experiences
t that prayer to God is greatly helped
. j when one can do it unhurriedly
f and . with a sense of the utihost
: 1 leisure.
As you have read this, perhaps
I you will have thought, Will he not
I I get sleepy? And will he noGfall off
I to sleep? No such thought what
. ever came into my mind, for I have
in the course of the years done
much thinking and reading and
studying and writing in bed and
have not usually found sleep was
out of the control of my mind and
will. If I intended to work till such
,an hour, I could usually do so; and
upon making up my min<J to lie
down and-sleep, I could usually do
so at once.
There have been exceptions to
this, of course; and this night that
I am writing of was one of them.
Barely fifteen or twenty minutes
had elapsed before I dropped off
to sleep, though still sitting up and
—wiLhAhe light on. After ahmif fjf.
. teen or twenty minutes I woke up,
J roused myself a little bit, and
started again to pray and medi
-1 tate, for the evening was still
young, and the hour earlier than
anybody’s bedtime unless of little
i children or of very early-rising
farmers. Again, however, I swooned
! into slumber. Twenty or twenty
| five minutes later I came to once
more and, drowsily, urged myself
to get awake and pray. Perhaps I
read a paragraph or two in a
devotional book. But before I knew
it I was dead to the world again.
This sort of thing kept up all even
ing, and in the brief waking inter
vals I was almost mad at myself
at having my intentions frustrated.
Finally, between ten and qjeven, I
gave up the efim of keeping
awake; I put out the light, and lay
down, thinking that after having
had so much eitra sleep in the
early hours of the night, I might
wake and get ip earlier than usual
in the morning and bring my re
freshed mind rrid heart to God
then. To my amazement, instead
of waking up early, I slept later,
.than usual tht next morning.
While doing my morning chores,
I reflected on he meaning of what
had happened. The first thought
that came to me was a super
ficial one: I hsd lost a valuable
evening, neithei getting my work
done nor my playing done. Pre
cious hours hat been wasted in
sleep that according to my normal |
regime was ext-a and not really .
necessary. But s not God the I
Giver of sleep? £ said to myself. I 1
had not asked for T sleep.'l had
fought it. But ny fighting was as
useless as to tiy to stop the rain
from falling. I had better change
my attitude and realize that though
in my wisdom, praying (or doing
my ,‘desk-work’) would have been
a better use of those hours, God
judged that or that particular,
night I needed the extra sleep and
He insisted on my having it. So I
put from my mind all regret about)
it and aequiestxd gratefully in the
Lord’s gift of refreshment that
the night had Irought me.
I had supposed that by giving up
my initial wish to accomplish var
ious jobs the evening before, and
in putting God’s claira to my prayer
services first, 1 would get a great
spiritual blessing.
Though I had not done much
actual praying or meditating, the
denial of my first natural desire
to do various jobs, and the inten
tion to pray brought a blessing. I
entered upon a new day spiritually *
reinforced more than I would have
supposed possible. God had used
His way of smashing self-rule
within me and established His
rule in my heart. That, after all,
was and is my deepest wish. I can
only rejoice that God’s ways are
better than niy ways, and often
surprisingly different.
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Obituaries
R. A PEYTON
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R. C. Deyton, aged 71, a retired
Jack’s Creek farmer, died at the
home of his daughter, Mrs. Charlie
Black, near Burnsville at 9 a. m.
Friday, Nov.. ~23, af’er a brief
illness.
Funeral services were held Sun
day at 2 p. m. at the Windom
Methodist Church. The Rev. E. P.
Blevins and the Rev. P. E. Woody
officiated, and burial was in the
church cemetary.
Surviving are his wife; another
daughter, in addition to Mrs.
Black, Mrs. Claude Williams of
Tilford, Tenn.; four sons, Bur
dette, Bernard, Dudley and D. C.
Deyton of Rt. 1, Burnsville; and
20 grandchildren.
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Conducted By
Edith Deaderick Ersklne .
WINTER TIME
Why do I like the winter?
Is it because of snow?
No, there are many more reasons—
Listen, I’ll tell you so.
We can sit around the fire
With candy and popping corn,
Reading and telling stories,
Staying up until the morn.
This too is why I like winter—
It is holy Christmas time,
Which brings much joy and glad
ness
To your good friends and ihine.
The children are so happy,
Their hearts are full of glee
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THURSDAY, NOV. 29, 1956
i'll -tmrmm -Irt-u r ——— -if-' V—-— <• «, ,
To see old Saint Nick coming
With gifts to trim their tree.
The prettiest scenes in the winter
Are, the trees-covered over with
snow,
But this doesn't last too long
When winter winds start to blow.
Mrs. R. C. Parsley, Burnsville
WE ARE GRATEFUL
The skies adorn the mountain crest
In golden flame of evening sun.
Clouds upon the brow bring ■ rest
, With soothing touch when day is
done. ,
The soil holds a royal gift,
The jewels of our fruit and grain.
The rain aryi sun are tools to lift
Them up, a crown of earthly gain.
We are grateful, Father, yet fer
vently pray
For peace to hallow Thanksgiving
Day
Edith Deaderick Erskine
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