SILVER THREADS

 

Written and Published Online by John Silver

w/contributing articles by cousins Rex Redmon

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR ! ! !

 

Dear Family and Friends,

Christmas is gone for this year and a new year starts soon.  I hope every one had a fine Christmas as we did.  The grandchildren are always a joy for us as well as our sons and their wives. All are in good health and happy with their work.  The grandchildren are happy with their schools and are doing well in their classes. What else could we ask for?

We have two excellent articles for you this month.  One is from Cousin Rex Redmon and the other from Little Cousin Carolyn Silver Sutton.  Both are excellent story tellers and they hope to keep our family history from fading away.

We do have one obituary from Jeanie Hall Shuck Tamakoshi regarding Cousin Nancy Jones.  You may remember them from two years ago when they attended our reunion at Kona. Our deepest sympathy goes out to Nancy’s family.

In the February issue, we will have a great article from Cousin Karyl Hubbard of  Washington about George Silver III’s descendants.

I would like to encourage those of you who have family history or stories about them to send us a copy so that we can present it to our readers.

Best wishes for a Happy and Plentiful New Year!

C0usin John

 

Searching for Nancy Silver Parker:

By Carolyn Ada Silver Sutton:

 

Have you ever been awakened by the smell of coffee perking and bacon sizzling in an old iron skillet sitting on hot coals raked out of an open fire?  Open campfire food smells and tastes better than home cooked food, or at least I think so. If you have never enjoyed a few days on a camping trip, you have missed one of the finer things in life that makes living enjoyable.

I woke up to these smells each beautiful summer morning on our week long vacation in July 2002.  It was really special because my husband, Dennis, did all the cooking and handed me my plate full of food at each meal. 

Dennis and I were camping at Cherokee, North Carolina.  I picked Cherokee for a camping spot so that I could spend some time with all my cousins and also to attend the Silver family reunion in Kona, North Carolina.

Saturday, July 27, 2002 was the day of the Silver family reunion in Kona. We spent most of the day visiting with family and friends.  The best part of the reunion was walking into the church and seeing Cousin John Silver sitting with his computer and the many family books that took him several months to put together, talking to his cousins.  You could tell that he was doing something he loved.

On the way back from the reunion we stopped to visit Jim Harbin at the Dish Barn.  He gave us a grand tour and we had a really nice visit. Jim took us out to a really fine country dinner.

After eating one of my husband’s great breakfasts on this Monday morning and spending a few quiet moments of enjoying nature, we were off to Cousin Diane Glover’s home.  We had met with her the previous evening to where she lived.  Dennis dropped me off to visit with Diane while he went trout fishing.  Diane and I spent a great morning getting to know one another while we went through some of her Silver family records. When Dennis got back from fishing, he visited with Jessie while Diane made us a great lunch.

I will always cherish the time I spent with my family, cousins and friends.  Spending time with John, Jim and Diane was just one of the many joys I experienced on this vacation.  The other joy is the time Dennis and I spent searching for Nancy Silver Parker.

On our drive from Cherokee, North Carolina, we came through the town of Franklin. Franklin is nestled in Macon County.  It came to me all of a sudden that Nancy Silver Parker lived, died and was buried in Macon County.  “Nancy Silver Parker is buried here in the old Elijay Community,” I said to Dennis. “Do you want to find her, do we have time?” He said, “O. K. Let’s go see if we can find her.”

I opened the glove box and got our maps out to see where the Elijay Community might be located. After I looked at the map I knew that I was not going to pinpoint the exact location. I got out my phonebook and called Jim Harbin.  I knew that Jim had made a trip to Macon County in the past and if anyone knew where the Elijay Community was located, it would be Jim.

Dennis turned into the Chamber of Commerce parking lot.  The building was closed but they had displayed on their porch a big map of Franklin.  While Dennis was looking at the map I was making a call to Jim on my cell phone.  Jim told me how to get to the Elijay Community.  He also said to stop and talk to Riley Henry and that he could help me.

We drove through Franklin toward 64 East toward Highlands, North Carolina. After the second bridge we turned left on Big Elijay Road, which eventually joined up with Sugarfork but remained Big Elijay.  We drove up this twisting, winding road for about five miles and then turned right onto the Little Eliay Road.  Within 200 yards was an extremely hard left turn that went up a steep driveway, which led to the top of the ridge where a Church sat. We decided that while we were here we would take a look at the cemetery.  We walked and looked at each grave marker.  Buried in this cemetery were Haskett, Corn, Mose and Henry.  We noticed that a Melissa Mose Parker and a Parker Henry were buried here but no Nancy Silver Parker.

After making our way down the hill we turned left on Little Elijay Road again.  About half a mile up the road we noticed two gentlemen standing in the middle of their driveway.  We decided that if the road were a dead-end we would come back and ask these two gentlemen.  The road led to another church but there was no cemetery, so we headed back toward the two men.

As Dennis started to stop at the foot of their driveway, we noticed that the two men had walked back up the driveway toward the house at the top. The eldest man was wearing overalls and was using dark blue sunglasses.  We also noticed a look of apprehension on their faces.  Dennis got out of our truck and started to walk toward the two men.  As I looked at Dennis and saw what he was wearing, I knew right then the two men were wondering what rock he had crawled out from under.  Dennis had on a tee shirt, short shorts, camouflage cap, gray socks pulled all the way up to his knobby knees with red rings around the tops and cowboy boots.  I started laughing to myself as I got out of the truck.  I knew that I could not miss one moment of this conversation.  As we approached the two men, the look on their face was definitely a Kodak moment.

The oldest man raced down the incline toward us while Dennis yelled a greeting.  The oldest man yelled back, “You’ll have to speak up, I can’t hear like I used to.” Dennis repeated the greeting in a much louder tone. The man acknowledged his greeting.  Dennis asked him if there were any other cemeteries in the area. The elderly man said, “No, only the one down there (pointing with his finger) and the one further up there off of Big Erlijay up Sugarfork.”  Dennis asked again, “Do you know where Nancy Parker is buried?” The man answered, “There was a Melissy Parker buried down there at the Elijay Church.”   Dennis replied, “ Yes, I saw her grave and a grave of Parker Henry.”  The man said, “Melissy Parker was the mama to just about all the boys around here.”  Dennis asked, “Do you know what her maiden name was?”  The man answered, “Mose, Parker Henry disappeared for thirty years.  We didn’t know what happened to him for thirty years.  We found out he was right over there, right across the mountain.  They brought him back and buried him right down there (pointing with his finger) where he died.”

Finally, I asked, “Do you know Riley Henry?”  Both men answered at the same time, “We are family, we are family, just ask anyone.” Both the men’s faces lit up with relief.  We were no longer strangers to them.  We were family.  In the span of 30 minutes Dennis and I knew their personal family history from birth to present.  Both men started talking at the same time.  The younger man said, “Riley Henry was here just this past weekend for our family reunion.  You should have been here.  We had the biggest conglomeration of people you ever did see and food all over the place.”  I replied back, “We went to the Silver Reunion this past Saturday at Kona.”  He answered, “I think Riley Henry is some kind of kin to the Silvers, he don’t live far from here.”

The younger man said he was born in Pennsylvania.  His father worked in the steel mills there.  He said that he had to move his father, mother and sisters to Florida.  There was no one to help him so he had to do it himself.  He said, “God helped me to make enough money to get back to the mountains.  I got a job with the Mutual Life Insurance Company making good money.  I made enough money to get back to God’s Country.  This is where I landed and where I stayed.  I met and married this man’s daughter and became his son-in-law.  I have been here since 1974.”

The older gentleman jumped in with, “Well, I ain’t been no where.  I was born and raised right down there,” pointing with his finger toward the valley, and then up toward the Snowbird Mountains, “to right up there.  I lived at the end of Henry Road.  The only thing to get up there was a mule and sled.” 

Dennis said thoughtfully, “You know, I often wondered how anyone made a living this far up in the mountains.  My wife told me that her family made and sold moonshine back then.”  I said, “My family made moonshine and hid it in the embalming fluid barrels at the funeral home.”  The elderly man spoke up, “Well, we made liquor and left it with the sheriffs and the judges around here.”  The younger man added, “My dad and brothers made different kinds of wine each year.  My dad would make white wine, and with the grapes and raisins he would mix with sugar to make liquor.  My job was to keep the connections sealed up with flour paste, and now I can’t even stand to smell the stuff.”  The eldest man told us that there were copper pieces in every hollow around here where the revenuers blew up all of their stills.  Dennis told about seeing old still sites of liquor operations during his hunting expeditions in the Cohutta Mountains in Georgia.  The older man spoke up, “I was part of that.  I used to drink until God gave me a whipping.  He took my son.  Then I realized I had to go a different way.  God showed me a sign, a vision.  I was up all night one night and couldn’t sleep.  God sent me a vision to get saved at the next revival or it would be my last chance.  I have to be baptized.” “I got baptized here a while back also,” said the younger man.

The older man talked about his son for a while then he said, “My wife was named Pearl, and I was married to Pearl for 67 years.  She got Alzheimer’s and was put in the nursing home.  I couldn’t take care of her any more but she seemed to do OK in there.”  It just about tore me up to watch her take her last breath.  I almost went into tears right there,” the younger man added.  Looking at the elder man Dennis said, “If you were married 67 years, how old are you now?” The man replied, “in seven months I will be 90 years old.”

The elderly man began to reminisce, “After I quit drinking and got saved I started to church.  The people in the Church wanted to teach Sunday School and I didn’t know a thing about the Bible so I let someone else teach the first Sunday School class.”  When they preached Pearl’s funeral, the preacher said that they had just buried half of me, because both of us were as one body.” He put his aged hand to his face and rubbed his cheek as he remembered the past.  We could tell by his expression that he was scanning through a lot of years.  At one point, I thought I could see tears but he came to himself just in time to remember that we were there.  The conversation continued….

The younger man opened up with, “I smell something that smells so sweet.” Dennis replied, “It’s that hibiscus over there.” The elder man came back with, “No, it’s my butterfly bush up there on the hill.”  We all stretched our necks to see behind each bush available until we finally saw it.  It was the prettiest color of purple.  Dennis saw roses squeezed in among all the other shrubbery and commented on those.  A grin came across the elderly man’s face as he said to us, “Before you leave you’ve got to look at my rock and tell me if the foot prints in it were male or female.”  As Dennis started to walk back to the truck he mentioned, “That’s alright, we have to go.”  “Ah, come on, it’s just over there behind the shed,” he replied. All three of us went behind the shed to look at his rock while the other man stayed back at the house.  Dennis and I saw that two long flat rocks were lying next to each other.  It looked like footprints made into both rocks, like you would make steps, one in front of the other.   “Those are male footprints, too large to be a woman’s,” said Dennis as he went back around the shed with a grin on his face.  I stepped up on the rock while the man squatted and put his hands on the footprints.  He rubbed them and said, “You know, these rocks were soft back when the foot prints were made.”  I had to grin, and as I turned my head I saw a long piece of something lying on the rock.  It was yellow in color and to me it looked like petrified rock.  All he could say was, “Look at my.” I finished the rest of his sentence with, “petrified rock.”  “No, that’s petrified asbestos,” he said.   Didn’t know if asbestos could be petrified or not, but I didn’t say anything else as I started back around the shed to the truck with a grin on my face as well.

The man said we were welcome to spend the night with him if we wanted to.  We thanked and said that we needed to be going.  He said once more, “If you can’t find the church, stop and ask Riley Henry.  He just lives down the road on Big Elijay at the switchback.  His house sits on the bank of the road.”  As I stepped up in the truck I thought to myself, it would be nice to sit out on his porch all night and listen to his stories.  I had a feeling that he had plenty to tell.  We thanked him again as we pulled out of his driveway.

While going down the road, Dennis and I looked at each other.  We both knew without saying that we had experienced something special that would live in our hearts forever.  We would never forget those thirty minutes.

As we came to the top of the mountain the pavement came to an end, we were now driving on dirt.  We decided to keep on going and around a few more curves we saw a small white church on a hill overlooking the valley.  It reminded me of Kona somewhat.  The cemetery was to the left of the church with a fence around it.  Dennis and I crawled under the fence and started to read the names on the tombstones.  He called out to me that he had found Nancy’s grave.  In front of her grave was a marker with her husband’s name and rank engraved upon it.  I thought that was a very fitting thing to do.  We read more names, took some pictures, and as Dennis was getting ready to leave, Dennis spotted three wild turkey hens with all their babies in a row on the next ridge.  “Once a hunter, always a hunter,” I thought to myself as we climbed into the truck seat once more.  This was a perfect end to a perfect day.

Personal Note: While Dennis was driving away from the church on the hill, I had in my hand a notebook.  I was writing down this event, even what words were said.  I wanted to preserve every moment of this day in memory and on paper.  I didn’t want to forget a single word.  This day was very precious to both of us in ways we will never be able to express.

Copyright © July 2005
Carolyn Silver Sutton

 

OBITUARIES:

 

NANCY JANE JAMISON JONES

 

Nancy Jane Jamison Jones, 60, of West Chester, PA, died November 9^th, 2004 at the Chester County Hospital after a courageous battle with breast cancer. 

Born in West Chester, she was the daughter of Lester C. Jamison of West Chester and the late Jeanette Hall Jamison, who was born in Booneford, NC but lived most of her life in West Chester, PA.  She was the wife of the late Robert Eugene Jones. 

In addition to her father, Nancy is survived by three daughters, Rebecca J. Kushner and her husband Michael R. of  West Chester, Kathleen J. Carter and her husband, Shawn D. of  West Chester and Stephanie J. Jones of West Chester.  She is also survived by two grandchildren, Mitchell R. Kushner and Amanda L. Kushner.  Interment was at Green Mount Cemetery, West Chester.

George Silver Sr. > George Silver Jr., > Rev. Jacob Silver > Rev. Edmund Drury Silver > Nannie T. Silver m. John L. Hall > Arthur C. Hall Sr. > Jenette Hall m. Lester Jamison > Nancy Jane Jamison m. Robert Eugene Jones

 

[From Jeanie Hall Shuck Tamakoshi, also of West Chester, Pennsylvania]

Dear John

Sadly, my cousin Nancy Jones died in November 2004.

Along with her parents, Nancy spent many happy summers and other visits at the family’s second home on Blue Rock Road, Celo, NC and over the years attended many of the Silver Reunions.  It was in the company of Nancy (my beloved cousin) and her father, Uncle Lester, my mother’s sister’s husband, and my North Carolina cousins, Terry and Edna Hall and Norma Westall that I attended my first (2003) and Second (2004) Silver family reunions.

Nancy will be sorely missed by family in Pennsylvania and North Carolina.

[From Cousin Doris Silver Newman]

Dear John, please put this in your newsletter;

The annual Silver family Christmas dinner will be at the Methodist Fellowship Hall at Kingston, GA.  Sunday, December 12^th.  They honored Eldie Silver.  She is 93 and lives in the Living Center in Cartersville, GA.  She is my aunt and a wonderful person. 

George Silver Sr. > George Silver Jr. > John Silver >William Riley Silver < Samuel Fleming Silver > Asbury Franklin Silver > Charles Elbert Silver > Doris Silver

(Edit. Note) I’m sorry to say we didn’t get this in time to include it in the December issue of ‘Threads.

 

 

The 58^th North Carolina Infantry Regiment
and
Civil War Letters To Home

 

The date is May 27^th, 1863. The North Carolina 58^th Infantry Regiment and in particular Company “K” is on the move again. When we left Company K and our Silver and Gouge cousins last month, the date was May 21, 1863 and the Company was bivouacked in Monticello, Kentucky where they would remain until May 27 when they would again head for Clinton, Tennessee, their temporary headquarters.

Garrett D. Gouge, writing to his wife Rosanna on the 21^st of May, 1863 confirms Jeffery Craig Weaver’s account of the activities of the North Carolina 58^th about which he wrote in his book, 58^th North Carolina Infantry, Company K. Garrett’s letter is posted from Camp near Monticello, Wayne County, Kentucky. May 21, 1863.^[1]

Mr. Weaver states in his book, “The 58^th reached Monticello, Kentucky on the 18^th of May. After remaining at Monticello for a week, the 58^th returned to Wolf River on May 25^th and then on the 27^th started out for Clinton, Tennessee once more where they made camp on may 30^th”.^[2] 

Prior to marching on the 25^th of May, Garrett Dawes Gouge is reading a letter from his wife, Rosanna Wilson-Gouge dated May 22^nd. 1863. Rosanah writes;

May 22, 1863

 

My Dear Companion:

 

I seat myself to drop you a few lines to let you know we are all well this morning and hope these few lines will come safe to hand and find you well and hearty. I have no news to write to you at present.

 

I was sorry to hear of William’s (William “Little Billy“ Gouge) death. We have not gat any letters to hear about it. Tilman (Silver) fetched the word. I want you to write all about it. I wish I knew whether Susannah got there or not.

 

I am afraid you won’t get this letter for we heard you had left Clinton. I suppose there has to be a great battle at Fredericksburg.

 

Garrett, I want you to try to learn to write so you can write your own letters.

 

Your father’s folks are all well. Mother’s folk as well. Sally Howell sends you her best respects.

 

Garrett, what must I do with your colt? I understand Murphy is taken as a conscript and has to go off a…

 

Willis stayed one week. Caroline Sparks stayed one week. Dealy Stewart came last Sunday and says she will stay all summer. It is very lonesome too for anybody to stay by herself. Garrett, any way you want me to do, I want you to write it. I am going to commence hoeing corn a Monday if I live.

 

Uncle Hige (Alijah Wilson) sends you his best respects and says for you to write to home. Give Jobe Grindstaff and Levi Silver my best respects. Tell them I haven’t forgot them. Tell them to write to me.

 

You said you wanted me to send you some of mine and some of the children‘s hair. I will send you some in my next letter. Anderson went up to the green a Sunday and stayed till Wednesday.

 

Garrett, you don’t know how bad I want to see you. Garrett, I want you to remember my words to you. Try to prepare for a better  world for we don’t know we ever will see each other anymore in this world, but if we don‘t, I hope we will meet in a better one. Keep in as good heart as you can. I must quit. Write soon. Yours as ever.

 

Rosanah Gouge to Garrett Gouge.

 

(Preserving Editor’s Note: Sarah (Sally) Howell was Rosanah’s sister who married J. D. Howell. Elizabeth Caroline Wilson-Sparks was also Rosanah’s sister. Ahiga Wilson was Rosanah’s and Bartley Wilson’s uncle and a brother to their father, Thomas Wilson.)

The same day this letter was written by Rosanah Wilson-Gouge, the Yankee Major General J.G. Foster reported from New Bern, North Carolina, he had surrounded and captured 200 to 300 men of the 58^th North Carolina Infantry. If so, this explains how and why the 58^th North Carolina was reduced in size on April 25, 1863 and also explains where those Companies were possibly deployed. Company K remained in Tennessee, however.

Little Billy Gouge had been reported to be ill in many of Garrett Gouge’s letters written in April of 1863. Yet, a letter by Garrett to his father, William Gouge Sr., telling him about the death of his brother, Little Billy, was apparently not preserved by Gouge family members because it is not preserved with all of the letters we have on disc. Little Billy must have been too ill to march with the 58^th to Kentucky and died sometime while Garrett was in the field with the 58^th because he does not mention Little Billy’s name or death in his letters to Rosanah on either the 14^th or the 21^st of May. He last mentioned Little Billy on April 25^th, 1863 when he stated; “I am sorry to tell you William Gouge is sick with the fever but he is on the mend very fast. I hope he will soon be well.”  Apparently he did not recover from his illness.  Now, on May 22, 1863, Rosanah tells Garrett word has reached the family about Little Billy’s death by Tilman Silver, brother to Levi Deweese Silver who is also in K Company.

Rosanah also alludes to the fact she wants Garrett to learn to write so he can write his own letters. The majority of Garrett Gouge’s letters were written for him by Levi DeWeese Silver, his first cousin.^[3]

More than likely Garrett has written letters to Rosanah that have not been preserved because a time lapse next occurs when we do not have letters to Rosanah by Garrett. The Gouge Civil War letters to home have been preserved on disc by date and the next date a letter is written is on June 3, 1863 when Rosanah again writes to Garrett.

In the meantime, upon arriving back at Clinton, Tennessee after several days of hard march from Kentucky, the 58^th North Carolina Infantry remained at Clinton for three weeks for some R&R (rest and recuperation.) Mr. Weaver writes in his book, “On the 21^st (June 21^st), they fell back another ten miles and lay in a line of battle all night. There was considerable marching and countermarching all night during late June and early July 1863.  Federals were putting considerable pressure on middle Tennessee and emergencies were cropping up in many places. Southern commanders rushed troops from place to place to meet the possible contingencies. The 58^th North Carolina reached Louden, Tennessee on June 28 to meet an expected Federal push on Knoxville from the South. Confederates had moved the garrison at Knoxville to Tullahoma, Tennessee and the 58^th was moved south to replace the troops who moved out. The 58^th remained at Louden for two weeks.”^[4]

On June 3, 1863 Rosanah Wilson-Gouge writes another letter to Garrett.

June 3, 1863

 

Dear Husband:

 

I take the opportunity to drop you a few lines to inform you that we are all well at present, hoping these lines may find you enjoying the same blessings of God.

 

I received a letter from you last Sunday which I was glad to receive and to hear you were well. Then immediately I heard you were brought back to Clinton sick. I could not rest. I was so uneasy I started to see Basil Deyton. I heard he had come home. But I did not get all the way till I heard it was not so. You don’t know how glad I was when I heard that.

 

I have not any strong news to write at this time.

 

Your wheat looks just as well as it can. It is out in heads. Your late swarm of bees died in about a week after you left home. All the rest is alive yet. You did not say whether for me to have them robbed or not and I don’t know what to do about it.

 

We have got our corn over the first time.  We hoed it without plowing. The squirrels did not take it up as bad as I allowed they would.

 

I went out and saw your filly. He was plowing her when I went. She has mended some.

 

I went and stayed all night with Emily. I am sorry for her. She takes it very hard about William (Little Billy).

 

Your father and mother are well. They have lost their cow and ox both and are left in a bad fix. Your mother says to remember her love to you. Anderson and John stays there when I am in the field. John is just as rude as he can be.

 

Garrett, I don’t know whether you get any letters from me or not. You don’t say. I write every week. 

 

Mother’s folks are all well. Emaline and Thomas stayed here a Sunday night.

 

Give Joel and Levi and Tilman my best respects. Tell them I will write to them before long.

 

I saw Susanah since she came back. She said she left them things I sent with Joel.

 

Garrett, send me your likeness if you can get it taken and I will send you some of the children’s hair and a braid of mine. You must do the best you can and I will do the same. You don’t know how bad I want to see you. Don’t grieve about home for I hope you will live to get back sometime. I will take care of the things and the children just as good as I can.

 

I should have went with Miss Cox and Hector (McNeil) if I had not heard you was not sick.

 

Please send me some stamps if you can get them.

 

Farewell. Yours till death.

 

Rosanah Gouge to G. D. Gouge

 

(Editor’s comments: I find reading these letters to be of both great value and interest. Written in these two particular letters is the vocabulary of the mountain people during the time period. Some examples are the use of the word “fetched” and “send me your likeness“ (photograph). Another example is when Rosanah prefixes a day of the week by the vowel “a”.  I did such and such “a” Sunday. Also, a lot of her writing is left to speculation. One must be familiar with some of the events occurring at the time and be familiar with the people about whom she writes. When possible I try to fill in the blanks and identify the cast of people.)

Next month, I will continue writing with a letter written on June 6, 1863 by Garrett to his Dear Companion, Rosanah. The 58^th North Carolina will remain bivouacked at Louden, Tennessee until July 11 when marching orders are again received by Company K. Until Company K marches again, let us enjoy reading the Civil War letters to Home written by our Gouge and Silver families of yesteryear.

 

                HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!             C0usin Rex

 

Parker News

January 2005

 

December didn't prove to be a really good month for me in a lot of ways.  I began having dizziness the latter part of November and went to the doctor.  After some extensive lab work I was told I was a diabetic and everything was out of whack ... cholesterol, triglycerides, etc.  After being healthy all these years it was catching up.  I was put on medication for the diabetes and on a strict diet.  So far I've done well with the diabetes and seem to be keeping it under control.  Diabetes does run in my father's family so I guess I inherited it.

On December 23rd I had a light stroke and spent Christmas Eve in the hospital.  I continue to have a lot of numbness on my right side but can still do all I need to do.  It's mild but just aggravating not to be able to use my right arm as I did in the past.  The feeling should come back in time.  The right side of my face is partially numb so that makes my talking limited ... imagine that!!!   The MRI and the MRA revealed I had had 3 other light strokes in the past so don't know when those happened.  This is the only one that has done damage.  With proper medication, rest, etc. I will be fine.

Just remember me and Ronnie in your prayers.  Ronnie has been on vacation the past couple of weeks and has been my chef, my housekeeper, my chauffer, my everything.  I'm waiting on reports from the Cardiologist and should know more in a day or two.  This afternoon I go for another CT scan.  As of right now, I'm resting and doing what the doctor tells me to do.  If I continue to feel better, I plan to get a newsletter out sometime in January so send me your news.

I want to thank Carol Taylor personally for being such a friend.  She calls every day to check on me and help me through things.  She is a diabetic herself and her advice is greatly appreciated.

Keep in touch,

Barbara Gregory

855 Idlewild Drive

Rock Hill, SC  29732