2010-06-17 / The Office Cat

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The Office Cat
Mike and Cristy Todd say that The Fitzpatrick Hotel is open for business and all reservations will be honored. They also say that they are accepting reservations for immediate occupancy and for the future. Mike and Cristy are the owners who did the extensive renovation of the hotel when it was in such bad condition, and we’re glad to have them back and active in Washington-Wilkes.


Washington First Baptist Church Vacation Bible School (VBS) had special visitors Tuesday of last week. John Bryant and David Perry from WAFJ 88.3 FM in Augusta visited as part of their VBS Express Tour this summer, where they will be visiting various schools around the Augusta and Aiken area. First Baptist is a special place because it was while he was pastor of First Baptist that Dr. Homer Grice founded the VBS which has spread all over the country in other denominations as well as Baptist. The two broadcasters interviewed some of the children and teenage helpers, as well as Rev. Chris Townsend who gave them a brief history of VBS and the significance First Baptist has in it. All of the children were given goody bags from the radio station.


I didn't get the item in last week's column about a roping demonstration and a lesson in cracking a whip quite right. It was Steve Gillispie and Kenny Taylor who gave the demonstration and lesson and Steve’s parents, Bill and Jackie Gillispie came with them dressed in Western attire.


Included in last week's issue of The Eatonton Messenger, official newspaper of Putnam County, was the Summer 2010 issue of Lakelife, a guide to living in Georgia’s Lake Country. In it was seven pages about Washington-Wilkes. The title of the article was “Something for Everyone” and it was written by Kelly Shaul, with several Mercer Harris pictures as well as her own. The article was introduced with this statement: “Washington-Wilkes blossoms into a destination for history buffs, outdoorsmen, amateur chefs, and people just looking for a good time.” The Fourth of July celebration was featured, along with The Fitzpatrick, Joe Barnett and his Southern Heritage Culinary Experience, weddings, hunting, and several businesses. It was good advertising for us.


Three young men had lunch together at Gordon College, a Christian liberal arts college north of Boston, Massachusetts, and discovered they all had Wilkes County connections. Paul Miller is the son of Olan and Nancy Drinkard Miller and grandson of Belle Story and the late Murray Drinkard of Washington. He works in admissions at Gordon College. . . . The second young man is Brett Wilkes, son of Phil and Sue Randall Wilkes. His grandparents are Bobby and Nancy Randall, former residents of Washington. Both Sue and Bobby are native Wilkes Countians. . . . These two young men had just heard

Andy Crouch speak in chapel about his new book, Culture-Making.. His mother is Joyce Bennett Crouch, and the book is dedicated to his grandparents, the late Asa and Anne Bennett, all Wilkes Countians.


In last week's article about the top young anglers in the Raysville Bassmasters 2010 tournament, the name of the second place winner was left out. We're sorry about that. The second place honors went to

Brooke Lively for her catch of fish weighing in at 10 lbs. Her guide was her grandfather, Julious Lively. In the picture she looks as if she might be about eight years old.


Joanne Morton brought me a copy of an article about the late

Ernie Harwell that appeared in “This Week” May 21. The article told about how Ernie grew up in Washington and his greatest ambition was to be a baseball player. He couldn’t overcome his athletic shortcomings so, as he says, “I wanted to play baseball in the worst way, and that’s the way I did play it” – as a superb announcer. He also had a paper delivery route for The Atlanta Journal and one of his customers was Margaret Mitchell, author of Gone With the Wind.”


The next item is about some things that happened in my family during the past week. If you're tired of reading about my family and me, then you should call me and tell me about YOUR family.


I've never been much of an “animal person” but with a veterinarian in the family, I'm learning, or trying to, anyway. Last week, Smythe’s cat, “Pop-Up,” was missing for almost two days. He was a stay-athome body and I felt like something was wrong. He staggered in one night just about dark and headed for his house in the backyard. I promised myself that I would take him to the vet the next morning, but I couldn’t find him. Thursday while waiting for Jo and Buzzy Randall to pick me up to spend a couple of days with Lyn Randall and Bill Cannon on Tybee Island, I decided to take one more look-around. I found him and he was dead. Buzzy dug a grave and we covered it with large pieces of pine bark. When we got back Saturday, everything was intact so I added some more pine bark and tamped it down some more. When I came home from church Sunday about noon, everything was still in place, but when I went to take Smythe’s beagle out at five o’clock, the trees were full of buzzards. You know what that meant. I checked the grave and something (not the beagle) had dug up Pop-Up. I called

Bug (Jo) and we re-buried him, adding more dirt, pine bark, bricks, and a concrete slab we found. All of this in 100+ heat and time to go play for the evening service at the church.

But that’s not all. While at Tybee, I got a call from veterinarian Lizzie, saying that her horse Blue, was very sick and that she and Mary and Sparky had spent most of the night in the barn with him. She was

on call” for her veterinary clinic in Athens so she had to return to Athens Saturday leaving her parents in charge of Blue. I had to pick up the beagle who had stayed with Lizzie and Justin while I was gone, so

was dispatched to meet them in Lexington and get some medicine for Blue who by that time had developed pneumonia, and bring the beagle home ... As I went out the door to get in my car, I saw a beautiful red bird (not a Cardinal) flopping around on the patio. It had apparently flown into my screened porch and had broken its neck. I turned it over, but he couldn’t do anything but flop. I asked Lizzie,

What am I going to do?” And she said, “Grannaw, you’ve got to put it out of its misery.” I couldn’t. But

Allen Burton heard about it and did the deed for me. . . . One more thing. On Monday morning, Tony, the Newsomes’ 14-year-old dog, had not been seen in two days. That was not like Tony, but he was not to be found. A call about mid-morning from Sue and Willard Lance on the Lundberg Road said they had found Tony on their front porch, read his rabies tag, and called Lizzie. He’s home now, and as of Monday afternoon Blue is doing better, but the bird and Pop-up are dead, twice buried.

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