Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-03-17
Grits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JoNEs.)

was not planning to go over to
henderson yesterday, but our pastor
Kew. y. w. Dowd, wanted an an
nouncsfnent of our revival to get in
the paper, and it was too late to mail
same, so I again went by air. This
time it, was with Battle Eastwood
and Jesse Wick. asked Battle if
he were related to NJ H. and e. H.
Eastwood of North Granville who
ge't their mail from the Virginia, Va,
r. F. d. and he said he was.
Then I asked Mr.. Wick if he were
related to the Wick Chemical Com
pany in Greensboro who made "27-
million jars" or more last year. Then
he said if anyone of them remem-
/ bered him in their will, that he would
he very closely related to them. They
dropped me at the edge of town, and
before I knew what was happening
Robert Hicks hollered, "HeMo, T.
Moses!" He was with Sherman Owen
in a car, and they took me on up
town. They live at Dabney and said
they were reading this junk. Robert
lived near Oxford some years where
l used to know him, but Sherman
was a new acquaintance
I rushed on to the Dispatch office
to leave the cut and write-up, and
met Thomas Fakes and his daddy,
E. o. who promised to bring me right
back home. So they did, and we did,
and I did, reaching Oxford before
the clock struck twelve. Thanks for
the buggy ride, Thomas.
The fire which 1 shall now tell
about was one item that I had not
hoped for, nor counted on, to help
fill this column. We heard of it in
the afternoon and got my brother,
0. K, to take us out there last
night. When we got there we saw
a smouldering pile of ashes, and tin,
and Goals of fire, where once had
been the ordering house and strip
house out at the home of Mrs. Jones'
parents, Mr.. and Mrs. A. F. Breed
loves, near Wilton.
A colored woman had done the
weekly wash earlier in the morning,
having a fire in a heater in the strip
house. About ten o'clock they looked
and the house was afire. They drew
water from the we'll and tried to stop
the fire but it was too late A few
things were saved, but harness, tools,
carpenter tools, a canning outfit, a
great number of fruit jars to have
been refilled with canned vegetables
this summer, several bags of field
crop seed to have been sown, and so
on, were lost.
This building was only few steps
from the dwelling, which would have
been doomed but for the fact that
the wind was blowing in the oppo-
site direction, and that several hum
dred people arrived in an unbeliev-
ably short time after hearing the
ringing of the farm bell, and by
neighbours use of her telephone.
Which crowd included a bus load of
high school boys sent by Prof.
Starnes from the school a mile away.
The we'll was about drawn dry keep
ing the other buildings wet, and then
water was brought on a truck from a
spring. So all of us take this oppor-
tunityN of thanking those who readily
gave their assistance in helping in
this time of need.
Frank Clark of Henderson was an
Oxford visitor Tuesday. Frank was a
Granville boy, and brother of Craw-
ford who died at his home at Berea
last fall It will be many a day be-
fore Crawford's smile, hand-shake,
and friendly greeting will be forgot
ten in and around Oxford. Saturday
afternoon has never been the same
since his passing.
Mrs. Mamie Thomas, mother of c.
U. (C1aude), and grandmother of r.
vim, who live in North Granville, is
still at the home of her son, B. G. at
Winston Salem. She is getting along
fine now after her serious sickness
last fall.
Yesterday Coroner w. D. Bryan
walked along the street with an arm
full of cabbage plants. Bob Clark
asked him what he was going to do
with them, SO he replied, "I'm going
to plant them for T. Moses" So Mr..
Bryan, don't forget what you said
when those cabbages get large
enough to have their heads chopped
off.