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Porterdale Mill on the Yellow
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Porterdale Mill on the Yellow
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When we lived in the three tiny rooms attached to the rear of the Church at Porterdale I recall the following: Daddy had an old 1924 Chevrolet that was in need of repairs. I remember it was parked under a tree with the hood off and the engine had been hoisted up and was hanging from a tree limb. I think he might have been replacing the clutch. The engine had been hanging from the tree for a couple of days when Daddy received a letter from some folks in Arkansas or Missouri wanting him to come and pray for a very sick person. Just as we had received the letter, Uncle J. O. and Aunt Ethel with their sons Paul and James drove up in a new Hudson. When J. O. heard about the request for prayer he immediately insisted that Daddy take his new Hudson for the trip. Daddy got our old Chevy put back together and we drove it to Thomaston, Georgia, where J. O. and Ethel were living at that time. We left the old Chevy and headed West in the new Hudson. Boy was this living a new car, I think this was when I fell in love with the automobile, it had a large back seat area and only Jeanette and myself occupied the area. Jackie was being held by mother up in the front seat. This trip was interesting in that I don't recall that we had any blow outs, the tires were new and must have been very much improved. I remember how afraid Mother was when we had to cross the Mississippi River, she was really up set about this. Mother being upset must have got Daddy's mind off the route we were to be traveling. We had been cursing along for quit a while when Daddy said that we should be in a certain two by now. Daddy stopped and asked someone how far to this town we were supposed to be passing through. He was told that he was heading in the wrong direction. When we crossed the Mississippi we took the right route number, but we were headed South rather than North. We had now driven about 50 miles South, so this mistake added an extra 100 miles to the trip. I remember when we got to where we going there were a lot of people there really glad to see Mother and Daddy. The house was packed with people and Daddy and everyone prayed for what seemed like hours. Thinking back I do not see how Daddy was able to pray for such a long time after traveling for such a long time. As I recall the sick person got better after two or three days of prayers. We soon departed back for Georgia, since Daddy did not want to keep Uncle J. O. new Hudson longer than necessary. We had an uneventful trip home. Ethel said later that they did not drive the old Chevy while we were gone. J. O. was afraid that it would break down. This is another example where the Lord provides for those that serve him. I have many examples where that occurred in our early years. |