The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1912-05-07
From the Lone Star State
Dallas, Texas,
April %, 1912.

A number of years ago, as ed.
ltor of the Calhoun Signal, the
duty devolved upon me to furnish
the copy therefor. If, however
some literary genius decided tt
unburden his imagination, his
grievances, his criticism, or his
praise through the columns OF
that journal, and reduced it tc
writing-if it passed the censor
ship, it was certainly given pub
licity and | furthermore felt
that the contributor had couferr-
ed a favor upon me, as, if | re-
member right the call for more
copy at times grew very monoto-
nous and aggravating. Hence
the thanks for said imagination
etc., so expressed and so re-
duced. If my memory serves
me right, this is the first time |
have ever furnished such posi-
bic assistance to any Of the Fra
ternity, and / trust that the re-
ceipt of this will be at such an
opportune time that it will be re-
ally welcome.
l desire first to say that | have
no grievances to state, no criti-
c'sms to offer. The spirit has
simply moved me to commune. tie
with a vast number of my
friends, with whom | could hard
ly do so in any other manner.
The fact that so many of the
years of my life were spent in
Calhoun makes me feel that the
section of my nativity does not
claim in its entirety my thoughts
when they wander back home
again, and they will wander back
from the scenes Of new fields of
labor back to the old, where as
sociations and friends and men,
cries dwell and linger.
1t makes no difference where
you wander,
1t makes no difference where
you roam
Your thoughts will bridge the
space between,
And always lead you back to
home.
| have never been so far that
the distance seemed hard to
span. / have wandered into the
frigid north, | have plucked the
orange sweetened by the pres
ence of eternal summer, | have
ridden for days upon the bosom
of the restless sea and have at
different times stood upon the
shores of many nations that did
not fly the stars and stripes of
the good old u. S. A. | have
formed circles of acquaintance
in many different states, but my
thoughts have always wandered
back with pleasure and best
wishes for those whom / claim as
friends and Calhoun will always
seem very near to me, however
distant | may be. Realizing that
my possibilities lie in Texas, how
ever in Texas / wish to be. But
while in this distant state
through the medium of the
Chronicle and News, it is my
pleasure to keep in touch with
the happenings transporting in
your midst. In following the
columns of your paper, frequent.
find messages that bring much
sorrow. When / noted in a past
copy that the relentless hand OF
time, and that sacred spot Ole
Bethlehem demanded the BODY,
and the Ruler of the heaven:
and the earth the spirit of gooC
old Aunt Polly Johnson, felt q
peculiar sadness, it produced {
train of thoughts that carried me
back to the time when / wa!
scarcely more than a boy, to the
time when / first entered the EN-
ploy Of Want & Barr, and dur
ing the many years of my ser
vice there, there were few PEG
pie that / met oftener than Aun
Polly. And even now, though i
is many years since / have seel
her, the untiring energy and alb
solute Christian faith that sh
always displayed, left an impress
sion upon me that can only be 70
good. Peace to her ashes.