The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-09-03
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

gray shingles and white shutters, just nine miles tnfs side of Tusca- loosa, where he began his work as a minister of the gospel 50 years ags. a man in the winter of life goes back there today by invitation of the pastor, the presiding elder and the people of that community to hold an old-fashioned "protracted meeting" His name is George F. Boyd, and he comes from the North Texas confer ence, and en route to his happy des- tination he has stopped for few days in Birmingham to visit is cousin, the Rev Dr. George D. Boyd, the beloved pastor of the Mount Yer non Methodist Episcopal church, south, at North Birmingham. Hale and Hearty Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting this godly, saintly man, the Rev. George F. Boyd.
 His hair and beard are snowy white, but his eyes are as bright and as alert as when he was much younger man; his faculties are mar velously preserved, and his step Is as elastic and as buoyant as man of 80.
 The white-haired minister, who was born back by the big tree. whicN stands near the little cottage with the gray shingles and the white shutters. against the idyllic back ground known 50 years ago as the Plank road and the "Rheuma com munity," now known as Peterson" talks with unwonted zest about his long and useful career telling of wondrous experiences he has enjoyed. wondrous work he has done.
 0nnrpinQ 4 o'clock" said the Rev. pr. Boyd, and I go to bed at g o'clock every even ing. I owe my longevity largely to my activity. I am scarcely ever sick. If I do get sick take old-fashioned remedies and am soon on my feet again. I take an interest in every thing that is going on, especially in politics.
 Speaking of retaining my facul- ties" pr. Boyd said, laughingly, T must tell you an amusing thing that happened out in Texas. I was talking with Joe Bailey on a political matter and the question of prohibi- tion came up, told him trat as long as I had hands 10 nit with, feet to kick with and teeth to bite with. I'd use them all against whisky. and when I lost all my teeth I'd gum itl
 One of the pleasures of my visit to my cousin, pr. Boyd, has been that I had the joy of baptizing his child yesterday. Just 2T years ago bap- tized him. and In dedicating him and his baby child to God. l have had one of the sweetest experiences of my life.
 A Bit of History
 "At my old home where [ go to hold a revival there will be many sweet memories of my childhood days revived, for I was born there, and with the exception of few years spent in Fayette county, where my father. ,vathan Boyd. went to the Civil war in Captain Bills' company (who understand still lives at the old place), was reared there.
 q was converted at a Missionary Baptist meeting on the old Boiler road this side of Fayette court house during the war. at the age of l2.
 T was nicknamed Parson' by q skeptic, which is the only nickname l ever had until the last few years in Dcatur, Texas. where I live. they call me the Kid' because l get up at o'clock in the morning and crank and drive my Ford at the age of II.
 T wanted to make this trip in my Ford, but my wife and others per suaded me not to do so. I now wish I had carried out my first plans so that I would be independent of the railroad strike. My first plans al- ways turn out the best for me. Finds Himself Without an Educat ation
 "It wasn't long before I found myself In my early days-a growr young man without an education and called to the ministry. The Civi. war prevented me from entering school, and my father died in the war. One thing he left me was his mind If I were not able to do but one thing for my children tha. would be to educate them, he used to say.
 "Everything went during the war: I had an afflicted mother and one sister to care for and I used to grub land at 25 cents a day to get meat and bread for my mother and sister My father and two haf-brothers died in the war and my only re- maining one aunt after the close.
 'I attended the state university. as that was close by. put through the influence of young preacher by the name of Taylor Hosmer, son of Captain Hosmer, and LrotLe to tho late pr. s M. Hosmer. I was brought to Pleasant Hill academy, where l studied under the late Prof. I. w. McAdory.
 Tribute to Educator
 T cannot speak in terms which express my appreciation of this distinguished educator of Jefferson county. whose death l so regret. visited Professor McAdory during this trip-in fact. last Friday-and told him that. I had travefed 1000 miles to see him. In the midst of his suffering he looked up and said; God bless you
 T do not believe the people of Alabama realize the greatness of Prof. McAdory. He has inspired 90