Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-08-26
GrftS and
Gravel -.
BY +. MOSES JONES

who was born with no arms. by lon9
| practice She had learned to take the
| scissors and cut out pretty Dlrds,
holding the scissors with her tees.
And with her toes she also picked
some kind of chords on a banjo. AND
also with her toes she held pencil
and gave me her autograph, which
was Bonita West, and her address
was some town or city in Texas. Seem
| ingly, it was Benton or Denton. All
that was quite a novel for boy OF
about ten to see, and it was very
worthy of the lady to make her own
living in an honorable way instead
of begging.
But 1 am now going to tell you of
a man who is greatly handicapped.
but who did not give up, nor turn
against the world in general when ne
lost one of his hands in a corn shred
der some years ago. 1t made him
more determined, if possible, and at
glance around his house and farm,
YOU would more nearly think of him
having four hands instead of just one.
lot of his corn had already been
cut and tied up in the field His to-
bacco has ali been cured, ready TO
start stripping as soon as he gets a
few other things done His wife and
children are happy, which is real, in
stead of just being put on while some
one is around.
don't know how he does it but
with one hand he can keep up with
the best of the cutters at cutting,
and il is told on good authority that
h..
hing up new-grounds, at which Jop
he is also very expert.
The above statements are not soma
Of the usual lines of chatter put out
hv your Old T. Nose, but are actual
facts. 1t was early yesterday morn
ing that Hammett Hayes Chats his
name) came to town to invite several
folks out to his brunswick stew. He
said that the sheriff and jaiior would
let me ride out with them, and that
Mrs. Hayes told him to be sure to tell
me to come. So after dinner I shaved
the dirt off my face, washed up
good bit and put on a clean shirt. AT
five o'clock the crowd was ready to
leave. Sheriff Davis was not able to
go, so the jailor, Lee ]. Yancey; the
register of deeds, Carroll r. Dicker-
son; justice of the peace, Charlie r.
Gordon and myself, left for the stew.
We followed the highway to Sto-
vail, then turned out on the dirt road
for eight miles more, passed the beau
itful country church of Grassy Creek
and there we were at the home OF
Hammett Hayes. c.. H. Hayes, of
Nelson, Va, Route 1. Hammet is the
son of the late Mr.. and Mrs. Willis
Plummer Hayes. Mrs. Hayes was the
the late Mr.. and Mrs. Walter Carey.
Their oldest son, George, works away
from home, but the rest of the chill
dren live with their parents, as fo.-
lows: Willis, Robert, Frances, Sidney.
Bradsher (named for DR.. j. S. Brad
sher) Mary Ann, and Walter.
All of them were down at the cur
ing barns where the stew had bean
made and was to be served. Also
there were Mr.. and Mrs. Macon Gle
ment and daughter, Miss Dorothy;
George Johnson, F. A. Winston; Mrs.
Claude Jones and daughter, Mary
Eliza beth; and Mr.. and Mrs. A. L.
Adcock and children; Terrence, Joyce
Ann, Wilma Nell, Marilyn Jean, and
Bette Marie.
Needless to say, the step pot, d
fanily-size wash-pot was soon emp
tied. Everybody grabbed a box or
chair or stood or bench, and took a
seat-all but me. I just walked round
and round. Finally Hammett told me
that if I did not mind out, that my
ears might flop against one of the
hn1tor nO1ec and knock the ShAltnr
down on AL of them, so had to take
a seat just to satisfy him.
But we did not start eating, until
the blessing had been asked. Jailor
Lee Yancey was called on for that
and he offered a blessing which truly
compared with the nice food we ate.
He did not do like did at Rat Breed
loves at the reunion two years ago
when he called on me, instead of the
hundred or more other men present.
I got so excited and scared that all
cou say was, THANK God for din
ner"
AS we left Mrs. Hayes gave me a
whole quart jar of stew to take Mrs.
Jones, which she was hoping for, as
she had not eaten any supper. So
when I got home, she ate her stew.
We had flat tire some miles out of
Oxford, and had to change wheels,
which they did in hurry. We thank
the Hayses for the nice stew, and Mr..
Yancey for taking us. Mrs. Hayes
promised to let us know at corn
shucking time, which promise I truly
hope she keeps.
T. MOSES JONES.