Thanks to you for your continued work on the website and
for rekindling many happy memories from our communal past. As
you may know, my mother, Annie
Francis Lee Day, daughter of Robert E. Lee and Dora
Albright Lee of Oxford, GA, graduated in 1915 from GNIC, (GSCW)
& I believe it is now called simply Georgia College. She
taught kindergarten in LaGrange, GA and then decided to become
an R.N. Graduated from Grady School of Nursing in Atlanta with
an outstanding record. She had a classmate named Louise
Funderburke who spent the majority of her life in Miami, FL.
She too was an R.N. Annie Lee became the company nurse at
"the Bibb" and was working in that capacity when an
electrician cut his finger and was sent to the nurse to be
treated. He kept coming back, even after the finger was
completely healed. James Frank Day (Uncle Frank) and Annie Lee
were married and moved into 13 South Broad which was directly
across the street (at the bottom of the hill) from the Porter
home. The hotel was on your right and there was a warehouse
prior to your getting to the bridge over the river. John Day
and Aunt Marge, Johnny's parents lived either one house or two
houses toward the bridge and I think the teacher's cottage was
originally on our side of the street and then moved into a new
"Wootlou" building on the other side of the street
toward the smaller of the three mills. Osprey was the largest,
then the Porterdale, and then the Indian named one. I must
apologize as I was born in Atlanta, GA and when I start
telling one of my Southern stories, I tend to elaborate far
into the night. Let's call this the first installment and end
by wishing you and yours a Very Merry Christmas and I truly
promise to send you some fairly interesting pictures relating
to Porterdale, GA. Thanks again, Frank Day, 2209 Princeton
Blvd., Lawrence, Kansas, USA I do remember that the tar on the
old bridge did get quite hot in the summertime.
FD
December 26, 2003
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Happy New Year from Kansas. Would you please add my father
to the list of Bibb employees. He was an electrician. He
suffered most of his life due to an electrical explosion in
Osprey Mill, but kept working until his retirement. Forgot to
mention - He was called "Uncle" Frank Day. One of
his brother's - Oliver Day - was either a foreman or a
supervisor who told Dad to go check on a "smoking
switch" in Osprey Mill and as he approached, raising his
left arm to open the door, it blew up, burning him horribly.
There was a woman who had a pair of scissors and she used
the scissors to cut off his burning clothing, which no
doubt saved his life. Along with the fact that on the day
before the accident most of the heavy equipment in the area
had been moved, so he did not suffer any further injuries due
to hitting such an immovable object. He spent many weeks in
Emory University Hospital and required major skin grafting. We
could always tell when it was going to rain, as his left arm
would "tighten" and if you thumped it, it sounded
like a drum. Am still collecting info re "Miss"
Annie and will forward as soon as I have organized/find
important dates to include in the bio. With warm Kansas
regards, (until Sunday - when we are supposed to have snow).
Frank S. Day
January 2, 2004
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My father, Frank Day always wanted to live in "the
home place" which was located between Porterdale and
Covington. The property came on the market and my parents
purchased 21 acres of land and the house and outbuildings.
There was much renovation to be done and my Mother decided to
have built in shelves for her glass knick knacks. A set of
beautiful shelves were set into the living room wall/dining
room wall. Hand hewn woodwork of the finest order which were
meticulously painted an off white and filled with her
collectibles. Until the fateful afternoon we came home to a
sight I shall never be able to forget. Keep in mind that it
was about the time television came into being. Uncle Frank Day
was standing in the dining room in front of Annie's hand made
shelving with a very large brace and bit and the wood chips
were flying as he drilled a hole through the wall into the
living room. My Mother began to scream, "What are you
doing?" and he turned and stated: "Use your brain -
In the summer when it's hot we'll have the tv in the living
room where it's cooler. In the winter time, move the tv to the
dining room and put the
antennae wire through the hole, and you've got it".
Never heard another word about the drilling of said hole
between the dining room and the living.
Frank Day
January 28, 2004
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