The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-11-02
Joe Munday, Healer
Of Buzzard Roost

Greenwood, Oct. 2S.-Possessed of
a power from God to cure divers NAL
aides, he firmly believes, Joe Munday,
healer of Buzzard Roost, is watching
the world beat a path to his door over
narrow, spring road, up
Buzzard Roost Hill and around the
bend to the ancient home OF the Mum
days. Many believe in the power of
Joe Munday to cure disease, and as
his fame increases, the distance leng-
thens over which come the lame, the
sick and the halt. One day last
week, a North Carolinian, suffering
from cancer, wended his Wearisome
way up Buzzard Roost Hill and
sought the power of the healer. EV-
erv day, from far and near, suffer
ers with all sorts of diseases, be-
seech Joe Munday to look at them;
for that's all he does, just looks
at them, and 10, the disease is heal
ed, so he claims, and so many who
have visited him claim.
Munday is about so years of age,
and all his life, he has lived near
Buzzard Roost. He is hunter,
such as Nimrod was, and Buzzard
Roost is not far from the swamps
of Long Cane, where fat grey squir-
rels scurry up the tall willow-oaks
and ones gun may speak often.
Where Buzzard Roost Is.
Buzzard Roost is little more than
hill, but hill sleeper than most
hills are, between Hodges and Able
vile. There is a graveyard there,
and one or two old grey houses near
by but aside from that, only open
fields and patches of woods surround
Buzzard Roost. A topsoil road is
being constructed through the i'll
named community and soon the home
of the so-called healer will be ac-
cessible to those who seek his power.
In the years before the 18th a.
mendment, when men journeyed to
Abbeville for the "wee drop" that
they brought back within and with
out, the steep hill between Hodges
and Abbeville proved the Waterloo of
many of the soggy tipplers, and there
they perched in focks, so the legend
runs, and thereby came the name.
Buzzard Roost.
Hard to Find Healer at Home.
To find Joe Munday at home, one
must go early and wait late. Ere
quently he shoulders his gun and
goes early into the solitude of the
forest, only returning at nightfall,
: If one wishes to see him, one must
wait
Such was the fate a newspaper
man and his companion who Wis
ited the Munday home a few days
ago, to get a picture of the healer
and hear from his lips, the source
of his power. But Munday had gone
into the Long Cane swamp, and the
distant echo of his gun told of tum-
bling squirrels that were filling his
hunting bag. Seeing the healer, was
out of the question, but his sister-in-
law, Mrs, A. H. Munday, told of his
power.
i Mrs. Munday sat in the back hall
of the old Munday home and told
how Joe had learned the power to
heal by looking at sufferer from his
wifea, who died several years ago, and
left him the gift of healing as leg
acy. The Munday home is grey and
weatherbeaten 1t is rambling old
house, a story and half, with wide
wind-swept hallway through the mid
die. A chimney at each end furn-
ishes means of heat in winter. A few
sleepy hounds dozed in the back
yard Obvious OF the strange story
Mr.. Munday was relating.
Joe worked on this child last
night" she declared, indicating her
small daughter on her lap. She is
about well now, but she had a bad
case of thrash before Joe looked at
her. Here, honey, open your mouth
and let the man see how you're cured
up" and the child obediently opened
mouth that was rapidly clearing of
the thrash" eruption.
eyes, Joe works some marvellous
cures" Mrs. Munday continued
People come here from most ev-
erywhere and wait on him. He gets
letters by the hatful and l just told
him today we would have to get
somebody to read them and answer