Tidbits -March 7 2019



  Firstly, when I said Miss Emmie Walton told us the rocks on the Batesburg Highway were brought here by glaciers, I must have remembered wrong.
  Miss Emmie would not have told us something that was not correct. I had to have heard it somewhere else.
  That said, here is the “rest of the story,” as Paul Harvey used to say.
  I got the following email from Todd Nichols:
  “I read the 2/21/19 Tidbits.  I hate to be the one to break it to you, but those rocks near 178?  Those are not glacially deposited erratics.  We never had continental glaciation this far south.  (There was some alpine glaciation in the Blue Ridge.) 
  Those are erosional remnants of late Paleozoic era intrusive igneous bodies called plutons.  Magma intruded into older rock layers and solidified; as the older, less resistant rock eroded, the plutons remained.  Most of what is exposed along 178 and vicinity is a variety of granite called blue quartz granite, which is quite beautiful and used to be quarried nearby.  I heard rumors they were contemplating quarrying it again. 
  I made thin sections of some of this rock when I took optical mineralogy at Clemson in the mid-eighties.  I also gave some samples to a geologist I met at Johnson Space Center when I was an intern there in the summer of 1987, because he collected blue quartz granite.
  We don’t have lots of exotic geology here in Saluda County, but what we do have is pretty cool.  I did a paper, when I was a junior at Clemson, on gold mining in South Carolina.  We had two mining sites in Saluda County.”
  Now, isn’t that interesting.
  Most of us old-timers know about the Saluda County gold mines. As a matter of fact, one of the gold mines was the site of my birthday party when I was around eight.
  The Double Bridges Road rocks I wrote about have drawn some “tourist” interest. Ann Forrest Watkins and Ann and Russell Hughes told me they were going to cruise down the road to see the rocks!


  During  Carol Williams’ memorial service  Saturday at Emmanuel Church, I got a message from my Apple Watch that my heart rate jumped much higher than normal about an hour earlier.
  My watch was worried about me, apparently.
  I couldn’t figure out why this would happen. I had to speak at the service, but public speaking does no bother me.
  Then it hit me. My heart rate went up while I was trying to fasten my suit pants!
  I had not worn this particular suit in about a year, I guess, and apparently what they say is true. Your clothes shrink while they are hanging up and not used.
  It would have been a shame if struggling  to fasten my suit pants had caused my demise.
  But, at least, I would have been dressed....


  Talk about ironic.
  Becky Pickens posted on Facebook while the play “The Wizard of Oz” was being performed at Abbeville’s historic opera house Friday, an actual tornado touched down not far from the Abbeville town square.
  Imagine being in the theater watching that play and hearing the storm outside!
  Becky added that Dorothy and Toto were okay!


  A few years ago, after all other sports failed, the phrase all Gamecock fans used was “Thank goodness for baseball.,” because the baseball team was always goods.
  That hasn’t been the case for several years, but this weekend the injury plagued men’s basketball teams lost to a bad Missouri squad, and the Lady G’s lost the game that would determine the regular season conference championship  to Mississippi State.
  The baseball team, however, won the series with Clemson 2-1, and we can once again say, “Thank goodness for baseball!”


  Last Sunday, during our prayer time at church I requested prayer for the family of the late Carol Williams.
  Truman Lake was sitting in his regular seat in the choir.
  Friday, I attended Truman’s funeral service at Emory, the day before I attended Carol’s memorial service at Emmanuel.
  How quickly life changes.
 Carol knew she was dying, but was making comments and posing for pictures on Facebook just a couple of days before she passed away.
  Her pastor Burton Campbell saw her earlier in the week, and said he left her feeling there was no way she was going to die anytime soon.
  Carol had other ideas.
  Truman died suddenly Wednesday morning, shocking all the people who knew and loved him ... and there were many.
  If you want to see the definition of a Christian, you need look no further than Truman Lake.
  At Emory he was a Sunday School teacher, choir member, and lay leader for many years, attending the Annual Conference on several occasions.
 He was also a devoted adult leader in the United Methodist’s Salkehatchie project. While he could still get around, he spent a week every summer renovating substandard housing with a bunch of teenagers.
  He was so proud of these young people, and beamed when our Emory and Nazareth youth gave reports to the congregations.
  He was also devoted to Gideon International. He spoke at many churches, and participated in the organization that supplies Bibles to hotels, prisons and school children.
  Until I got a smart phone with a Bible app, the Bible I had in my desk at work for reference and reading was given to me by Truman.
  Diabetes, bad joints and surgeries prevented Truman from working anymore with Salkehatchie and the Gideons, but he didn’t stop supporting them, nor did he stop attending church.
  I attended two funerals for two inspirational people on back to back days last week. Both services were uplifting, because the two people remembered were upliters.
  I led the singing at Truman’s service. The choir loft was packed with Emory and Nazareth members and we sang “Victory on Jesus.” The final hymn, the congregation joined in singing “When We All Get to Heaven.” Both those songs bring smiles.
  Saturday, I spoke at Carol’s funeral. I focused on how Carol was a joy-filled person and I ended my comments by urging all in attendance to follow her example and spread the joy.
  The last anthem Truman sang as a member of the Emory choir was “Pass it On.” That epitomized his life.
  We would all be good to follow the leads of Carol and Truman.