Calcis

5/9/2008

Jacksonville News – Depot revitalization begins

Jacksonville News – Depot revitalization begins
05-07-2008

Wednesday afternoon, a crew from Southern Heart Pine Recovery removed the 100 -year-old flooring from the building. The old boards will be taken to SHPR’s Georgia facility where they will be planed and split in half. The usable boards will return to Jacksonville for installation at the depot.

“We were concerned about how we were going to be doing the flooring and then these guys from Southern Heart Pine volunteered to take it up, charge us no labor, they’re just going to charge us what it costs for them to transport it over to their plant in Georgia and re-plane it. So we’ll be spending about a dollar a square foot and we couldn’t go buy flooring for that,” said Mayor Johnny Smith.

Smith approached Scott Davis, President of Southern Heart Pine Recovery, about the project a few weeks ago. The city knew it would be too expensive to pay for refinishing the floors and had been looking into purchasing new flooring for the building. Davis’ help with the project will allow Jacksonville to keep an important part of the depot’s past.

“The mayor called me and asked me to come take a look at it to see what we could do about preserving the history here. So, we decided to volunteer our services and decided to just go ahead and make a commitment to Jacksonville. We’re just excited to be a part of it. We want to preserve the historical value in the building without having to do a lot of replacing,” said Davis.

Many of the boards in the old building are insect-ridden and will not be able to be re-used, but Davis has a solution for that as well.

“We’re going to be a little bit short of doing the whole thing, so we’re going to provide wood from the mill that will match this wood to finish out the flooring in here,” said Davis, whose company is also working on the demolition of the three-story building at the old Union Yarn Mill.

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Preservation AND Progress, finally

– Cathy
weavercat@gmail.com

4/5/2008

] APRON STRINGS – complete [

It was a somber day that spring;
as we began to sort
through grandma’s closets
full of memories.

The house looked bare
as if the ones left behind did not care
for the house they once shared.
This was far from true
but they all knew it would not be the same
with Mama Kate not there.

Furniture was packed away
weeks ago, and in new homes
all that remained
were boxes of momentos

Tucked away, some still new
wrapped in cloth, or tissue
tiny tiny treasures, faded letters, old photographs -
And each seemed past use.

With these chores, nerves got sore
Kate’s children quarreled about some things
which still remained.
One child waits patiently by
and calmly sighs.

She knew what she wants simple and plain.
She wants the letters, photos and unwanted things.
My Mom sits and sorts shoe boxes full of ’junk’
hat boxes, dress shoes – more in an old trunk.

Beneath all this, folded and put away
were years of aprons and things.
A wave of memory washes across Mom’s face
slowly she reaches for a chair
Then she tells me of the past
This apron carries her back to childhood days.
And powerful memories of those apron strings.
—————————-
Apron strings, simple things
grandma’s apron once rested
daily on the coat hook of the kitchen door.
Apron strings, useful things
“kept Mama’s dress clean”
Apron strings, I remember
her folding those apron strings, gently away
when she came to the dinner table.
——————-
Apron strings – “Mama’s apron
caught string beans, fruit and nuts
as she harvested in her garden.”
Apron strings – “Mama’s apron wiped sweat away from her face
while she cooked in the heat of the day
Baking pound cakes, churning milk, and frying chicken.”

Mama’s apron – such a simple tool
she would greet me after school
sitting in a rocker on the porch
fanning herself with that apron.”

Apron strings – “Mama’s taught
the children well; family and neighbor’s
Then one day, it was my turn
to watch and learn.
She put her apron around
my waist; and asked me to help
set the dinner table.”
———————-
Apron strings – grandma knew many things
I miss her still – Of all the momentos that remained
my most powerful memory
is of Mama Kate’s apron.
As I sit here folding those apron strings
to carry with me as I go home.

It’s been nine years
and the memories still brings a tear to my eye
Yes, I remember Mama Kate often
and it is tied to those worn apron strings.

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

weavercat@gmail.com

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] Apron Strings – Part 2 [

Apron strings, simple things
grandma’s apron once rested
daily on the coat hook of the kitchen door.
Apron strings, useful things
“kept Mama’s dress clean”
Apron strings, I remember
her folding those apron strings, gently away
when she came to the dinner table.
——————-
Apron strings – “Mama’s apron
caught string beans, fruit and nuts
as she harvested in her garden.”
Apron strings – “Mama’s apron wiped sweat away from her face
while she cooked in the heat of the day
Baking pound cakes, churning milk, and frying chicken.”

Mama’s apron – such a simple tool
she would greet me after school
sitting in a rocker on the porch
fanning herself with that apron.”

Apron strings – “Mama’s taught
the children well; family and neighbor’s
Then one day, it was my turn
to watch and learn.
She put her apron around
my waist; and asked me to help
set the dinner table.”
———————-
Apron strings – grandma knew many things
I miss her still – Of all the momentos that remained
my most powerful memory
is of Mama Kate’s apron.
As I sit here folding those apron strings
to carry with me as I go home.

It’s been nine years
and the memories still brings a tear to my eye
Yes, I remember Mama Kate often
and it is tied to those worn apron strings.

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

weavercat@gmail.com

2/15/2008

“Drift Away” – Lyrics and memories

This is one song that has powerful memories for me.

I was a quiet kid, platinum blond hair, (too) many freckles across a fresh face, and a very noticeable overbite (caused by chewing my lower lip). Growing up a teacher’s child, I attended several schools before graduating at Cass High (in Georgia) in 1982. 

I had just changed schools earlier that year — I never had very many friends, but the ones who did get to know, and were my friends; they were ‘best’ friends with me for many many years.

Living in a rural area, not quite ‘in the country’ — my brother and I had no ‘peer’ group to mention while we were on our summer vacations. So we kept each other company. If Mom was not teaching summer school, or working part-time somewhere — she made sure we stayed outdoors if the weather was good, sunny and not too hot.

Rainy summer days were a different story. It happened that several occasions that Byron and I got in to an argument — seems the day in question was one of those rainy days; and I was told to go to my room until dinner time.

[I had to be about 12 or 13, feeling very much a misfit in the group of unfamiliar classmates. That prior year had also been a very trying time at school. I had just survived my first year in the public school system. And several other classmates had done enough mischief towards me, it was unusual NOT to come home crying.]

Bored, feeling disgruntled; and not wanting to admit that I was as much at fault about the argument as Byron; the cross-words had been over something so trivial that I can’t to this day say what it was about. — I started digging through an old stack of junk, boxes and assorted items that had collected in my closet.

First, I found an old kids’ record player, beat up but still working — then I kept digging until I found a box of over one hundred, 45’s (singles) — I found a clear spot near the table where I put the record player (you know the type, variable speed, completely plastic, except for the electronics that made it work; and it had the little plastic center piece that popped up for single records…), and dug through the stack — thinking about which song titles looked familiar.

This batch of records had been bought one weekend, as a lot — at a roadside flea market (somewhere), and I had no earthly idea what was included. I just stored it away, and kinda forgot about it.

That is, until this rainy, boring, unnerving afternoon.

I played one or two records. — Um-m-m, not quite what I thought they were going to be.

Then I found one, often played from the amount of wear the plastic showed – recorded by Dobie Gray.

First, I played what had been the song I recognized from the top 10 charts — it was okay. Then as I would often do, I turned it over to play what could have been a “b-side”…

From the opening notes on the guitar, to the last line of the second stanza, I was “floored”! I breathed deeply, and held my breath; relating to every word that came washing across me from the speakers; and finally let out the breath with a lingering sigh.

Yes, I had heard this song; but not in what seemed an eternity to me, then (several years at least, looking back on it now).

The emotional chord that the lyrics struck continue to ring true, the words still bring me to the point of tears.

Not very many lyrics can do this — this was the earliest experience of this nature that I can remember.

Just wanted to share my memories which this song has triggered, with me again today.

 

– Cathy

weavercat

 


Dobie Gray lyrics – Drift Away

Artist: Dobie Gray

DRIFT AWAY

Day after day, I’m more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pourin’ rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to loose
And I’m feelin’ the strain
Ain’t it a shame

Day after day, I’m more confusedYet I look for the light through the pourin’ rainYou know that’s a game that I hate to looseAnd I’m feelin’ the strainAin’t it a shameOh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Beginnin’ to think that I’m wastin’ time
I don’t understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now I’m countin’ on you
To carry me through

Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Yea, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I’m feelin’ blue
The guitar’s comin’ through
To soothe me

Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
And rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along
Makin’ me strong

Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh-ho, ah-no
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Hey, hey, hey, yeah
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Na, Na, now won’t ya
Won’t ya take me
Oh-ha, take me

2/3/2008

“Stairs To Nowhere”

Ballgame at the Calcis Depot Kate Clinkscales Justice on her front steps - Calcis, Alabama Justice grandchildren Willie and Gadis Justice Calcis Depot

Stairs to nowhere,

where once was a home

fond memories live still

but the structure is long since gone.

12 steps reach to the sky

crawling vines climb toward the sun

grasses and wild roses

now claim this as a playground to run.

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

Weaver, Alabama

calcis-TCI-1902 H. R. Justice reading his Bible at home in Calcis, Alabama

Previously Published: “Celebrate! Poets Speak Out — Spring 2004″

1/10/2008

Stephen Gafford’s will – persons listed include Levi Turner, and Dempsey Justice

Filed under: Dempsey Justice, General, Justice, Turner family, Wills - GA — taracat @ 11:52 pm
STEPHEN GAFFORD Sr.  11/28/1822 - 2/4/1823
Wife: Martha (Negros: Lewis, Easter, Anna, Jinney and
her two children Kack and Kissey and Wanny.
Children: Grant Gafford, Zachariah Gafford
Others mentioned: Grandchildren, Daniel Gafford (of AL) for James & David
Gafford; Peter Northern for Stephen & Josiah Gafford;
Executors: Zahariah Gafford, Abner Davis, Dempsey Justice
(describes land and bordering neighbors, grist mill and furniture - lengthy)
Wit: Thomas Turner, John M.Machin, Levi Turner

11/28/2007

DigiTrad: “JOHN HENRY” – Song Lyrics (partial)

DigiTrad: JOHN HENRY
JOHN HENRY

John Henry was a li’l baby, uh-huh,
Sittin’ on his mama’s knee, oh, yeah,
Said: “De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me,
Lawd, Lawd. Gonna cause de death of me.

John Henry, he had a woman,
Her name was Mary Magdalene,
She would go to de tunnel and sing for John,
Jes’ to hear John Henry’s hammer ring, Lawd, Lawd,
Jes’ to hear John Henry’s hammer ring.

John Henry had a li’l woman,
Her name was Lucy Ann,
John Henry took sick an’ had to go to bed,
Lucy Ann drove steel like a man,
Lawd, Lawd, Lucy Ann drove steel like a man.

Cap’n says to John Henry,
Gonna bring me a steam drill ’round,
Gonna take dat steam drill out on de job,
Gonna whop dat steel on down, Lawd, Lawd,
Gonna whop dat steel on down.

John Henry tol’ his cap’n,
Lightnin’ was in his eye;
Cap’n, bet yo’ las’ red cent on me,
Fo’ I’ll beat it to de bottom or I’ll die, Lawd, Lawd,
I’ll beat it to de bottom or I’ll die.”

11/24/2007

Alabama Railways – brief self-guided highway tour.

(source: http://www.frograil.com/tours/ns/centralOfGeorgia.htm#LEEDS)

Leeds. The starting point for this segment is the intersection of US-78 and AL-25, in the town of Leeds, which is less than 15 miles east of Birmingham. Here at this intersection, there is a large wooden trestle which crosses US-78 and the Atlanta – Birmingham Crescent Route mainline. As of February 2003, there were substantial reports that this bridge will be razed and replaced by a heavier, modern steel bridge. After turning south onto AL-25, you’ll follow the tracks all the way to Vincent, which is about 15 miles by rail. You will soon cross the railroad tracks, and start up the first mountain on the tour, so far. This is Oak Mountain.

There is a tunnel here, referred to as the “short tunnel,” but access is very difficult, and would require hiking thru the woods. This would not only be hard work, it would also be blatant trespassing, so you’re urged to forego this location.

Long Tunnel.

At the bottom of this hill there are a few road crossings that turn off AL-25 and make for good photo ops. Staying southeast on AL-25, you’ll cross the tracks again, and AL-25 will make a sharp right, still following the tracks for a short distance. When the road is about to start uphill, there will be a small dirt road turning to the right, called “Tunnel Road.” Turn right onto this to see the west portal of Long Tunnel. This road leads to two houses, and it appears to be a public road, at least to the crossing.

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Vandiver. Back on AL-25, follow the road more eastward, and it will cross Coosa Mountain. At the bottom of the hill is the small community of Vandiver. There are several good photo ops here. A right turn off AL-25 is required to get to the tracks. Continuing on AL-25, and you’ll cross the tracks again, and shortly thereafter, it will cross Bear Creek. The railroad also crosses the creek here, over a small, but photogenic trestle. The road will wind along for a few miles, and the communities of Sterrett and Beulah are to the left of the road, where there is a short siding.

As soon as AL-25 meets back with the tracks, there will be a sharp turn to the right, and a small private lake. From this site was taken the June, 2000, Norfolk Southern Corporation’s 2000 Calendar. Casey is too modest to tout his achievement, but the photo is very lovely, and this is obviously an excellent place to get that perfect railroad photograph.

Continue southeast on AL-25, and you’ll once again cross the tracks, at “Calcis.” After 3 miles, you’ll come to the intersection with US-231. Go southwest (right) on US-231 towards Harpersville. You’ll shortly duck under the C of G tracks at Vincent [MP P407.8]. There is short siding here, and a few photo locations, but you want to be careful not to trespass on railroad property. After another 2 miles or so, you’ll go under the CSX Birmingham – Manchester – Waycross main line. At the next traffic light, turn left (east) onto US-280. This will be in the town of Harpersville. [Be sure to observe the speed limit!!! The city fathers make their city's best income from speeding tickets.] From Harpersville back towards the tracks, you’ll follow US-280 until you reach the outskirts of Childersburg.

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Childersburg. As you come into town from the west, you’ll come to the Coosa River. There is a long steel trestle here [MP P401.3 - P401.5], and the bridge has been reinforced and strengthened to allow normal track speed. A few miles on into town is a large overhead concrete viaduct to shoot as well. This latter crosses the highway and the NS 3-B line which arcs down from Ft McClellan – Anniston – Childersburg – Calera – Wilson. There is only one local per day on this line.

To reach the viaduct, you’ll have to turn left off US-280 towards downtown Childersburg, and you’ll see that the viaduct becomes obvious.

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My “neighborhood” in Shelby and Talladega Counties, Alabama.

– Cathy

11/22/2007

Isaac Clay Justice

Isaac Clay Justice & his second wife, Lily Dee Lawley Fulmer Juctice.
Isaac Clay Justice and his second wife, Lily Dee Lawley Fulmer Justice.
My Great-grandfather “Ike” bought the Calcis general mercantile store and quarry works from the Turner Brothers in the early 1900’s.
The quarry had been known as the Chewacla Lime Works for many years; and had an affiliation with the Tennessee Coal Iron and Railroad Company; supplying lime for the smelting/furnace processing of iron in the Ensley blast furnaces.

11/20/2007

HELD AS SLAVES IN ALABAMA.; Eight White Men Indicted for Keeping Negro… – Article Preview – The New York Times

Filed under: Calcis - History, Community, General — taracat @ 9:09 pm

HELD AS SLAVES IN ALABAMA.; Eight White Men Indicted for Keeping Negro… – Article Preview – The New York Times


HELD AS SLAVES IN ALABAMA.; Eight White Men Indicted for Keeping Negroes in Servitude.
Special to The New York Times.

March 22, 1903, Sunday

Page 10, 155 words

The first paragraph is not available for this article.

Arthur Yonge – (possible kinship connection)

Filed under: Cox, Daily Ramblings, Families, Family, Genealogy, General, Young - Younce - Yonge — taracat @ 8:12 pm

Arthur Yonge
HON. ARTHUR YONGE
No history of business development in Snyder would be complete without mention of this gentleman and it is with pleasure therefore that we present to our readers his life record. He comes of English ancestry, the line of descent being traced down from Henry Yonge, who emigrated from England sometime between the years 1800 and 1812, settling in the West Indies, where he afterward went to Florida when it was under Spanish rule and again he conducted a plantation. He was in that state at the time of its occupation by the United States troops and he had a large amount of property confiscated by the soldiers while this country was engaged in the war with England in 1812. He spent much of his time at St. Augustine and Tallahassee, but his last years were passed in Georgia, where he died about 1834. He was twice married, his second union being with Miss Cox, of Washington county, who was a lady of some prominence in social affairs of that part of the country.

Tennessee Coal & Iron – Quarry located in Calcis, 1902

calcis-TCI-1902

Tennessee Coal & Iron Works – Calcis, Alabama quarry – 1902 (center)

Blacksmith shop, closest building on the left.

Photo history: Mr. A. E. Turner Jr. gave a copy of the original photograph to Vera Garrett Justice (wife of Aubrey Justice); then (my) Aunt Vera gave a copy of the picture to Frances Justice Warren. Finally Aunt Frances gave a copy of the photo to my mother, Martha Justice Abernathy; and she printed this copy for me.

Thanks go out to everyone who has passed on this bit of Calcis history!

Anyone have more historical/old photographs of Calcis?

I would love to see them!

10/10/2007

Nightmare

] NIGHTMARE [

Sputtering, clanking, rattling

Terrifying the neighborhood

Spooking the cats in the yard

Grind and clunk!

“Gr – r – r – r; Gr – r – r”

Cough, growl…

An engine in severe need of a tune-up…

Sunday afternoon nightmare

of a mower

keeps my mind pre-occupied

This makes the temperature

seem so much hotter.

Then silence — but no!!

The storm of gears kick in again…

How much longer before they get done?

I need a little less clattering

on my day off!!

July 14, 1991

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

My Old writings – Aired Out From Storage

Here goes — I have been going through old ‘writings’ of mine. Many, many boxes of all kinds of “stuff” — so I can not say for sure what will end up here.

Maybe old song lyrics, from groups I like — for their songwriting talents; or maybe even some of my own attempts, poetic…

Such as the one below:

] RUBY SHOES [

Ruby shoes
Living statues
or a human jukebox.

All my shoes
show signs of daily wear
Art that imitates life…
or vise versa.

I won’t be limited
by what other people
say I should settle for.

The shoes of red
and people of stone
never dream without a little magic
to help them along
and the music always
needs to have new songs…

Ruby shoes, living statues
and/or a human jukebox
All dream of one day going home.

When they do, no one will
be without a story
to truly call their own.

July 15, 1991

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

9/9/2007

R. J. Reynold’s Lament – written Oct 1996, by C. A. Abernathy

As the smoke screen clears, the Marlboro man,

and Joe Cool Camel are losing fans

to the health-aware growing-consciousness

that leaves the tobacco behind.

 

Up in smoke, tossed aside,

like the many paper wrappers

that line many country roads and city streets.

Few billboards, no voices on the TV,

no sounds of their praises on the radio (not anymore).

Cigarettes and the heroes of yesterday

are disappearing into a hazy gray somewhere

as smokers are forced from buildings

that used to accept them.

 

There used to be a certain dignity to smoking pipes –

having talks of peace, over these brown leaves.

Now tobacco’s a fugitive –

it hides in a dark corner, alley-ways

and sneaks into tile and steel rooms everywhere.

 

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

October 15, 1996 (rev: Sep 2007)

6/30/2007

Genealogy Data

Genealogy Data
Meadows, Early Moses
Birth : 1825 Lowndesboro, Lowndes Co., Al
Death : 12 Sep 1892 Fishpond, Coosa County, AL(or 9-7-1892)
Parents:

Father: Meadows, Ransom
Mother: Stevens, Sarah

Family:

Marriage: 15 Dec 1847 in Nixburg, Coosa Ct., AL
Spouse:

Hogan, Didema
Birth : 5 Dec 1833
Death : 10 Nov 1912 Fishpond, Coosa County, AL
Parents:

Father: Hogan, Alonza

Children:

Meadows, Daniel Ransom
Meadows, William Bill Malcome
Meadows, Martha (Mattie) Frances
Meadows, John Tom
Meadows, Frank Alphonso
Meadows, Little Benjamin Ben
Meadows, Didema Dee
Meadows, Mary Browning

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