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Summerville Cotton Mill, 1919   Leave a comment

AC September 27, 1919 Page 9

Above:  An Article from The Atlanta Constitution, September 27, 1919

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John Dodson Taylor, Sr. (1860-1936), was my great-grandfather.


O Christ of All the Ages   Leave a comment

Christ Pantocrator

Above:  Christ Pantocrator

Image in the Public Domain


O Christ of all the ages,

Unchanging to the end,

Let glory, laud, and honor

From every tongue ascend.


Let every heart adore Thee,

And every knee bend low;

With tears of deep contrition,

Let every eye o’er flow.


For Thou has borne our sorrows,

Our sicknesses hast healed,

Our sins were laid upon Thee,

Our pardon Thou hast sealed.


Henceforth, of life eternal

We are joint-heirs with Thee,

And with Thee through the ages,

May God the Father see.


O grant that every nation

In homage soon shall sing

“All glory, praise, and honor

To our Redeemer, King.”


Summerville Cotton Mill, 1917   Leave a comment

Summerville Cotton Mills

Above:  The Entire Germane Article from The Atlanta Constitution, July 22, 1917, Page 6

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I have “clipped” pieces of this article electronically.  Here they are in readable form.



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Acknowledgement   Leave a comment


Above:  St. Clare’s Episcopal Church, Blairsville, Georgia, February 16, 2014

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta



O God, my comforter and guide,

Our refuge when oppressed,

The Rock of Ages, ‘neath whose shade,

May way-worn trav’lers rest.


From infancy to hoary age

Thy love our path attends,

Thy everlasting arms support

As ’till life’s journey ends.


To Thee we lift our burdened hearts,

To Thee our songs we raise.

For in Thy presence, gracious Lord,

Petition turns to praise.


Summerville Cotton Mill, 1916   Leave a comment

AC February 5, 1916 Page 10

Above:  An Article from The Atlanta Constitution, February 5, 1916, Page 10

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This was the cotton mill my great-grandfather, John Dodson Taylor (1860-1936), owned.


Jesus, Lord of Little Children (II)   Leave a comment

Christ Pantocrator

Above:  Christ Pantocrator

Image in the Public Domain


Jesus, Lord of little children,

Lord today, as yesterday,

From Thy radiant throne in glory

Bend to hear us while we pray.


Jesus, Lord of little children,

Through Thy love so full and sweet,

May the children of all nations

Come to worship at Thy feet.


By the shores of blue Genesaret,

On their heads Thy hands were laid;

On Thy tender arms wee babies,

Nestled gladly, unafraid.



Jesus, Master, we Thy children,

Lift our praises now to Thee,

And we long to spread the knowledge

Of Thy love beyond the sea.



Help us tell the story, Master,

May our lips and lives proclaim

Thy great love.  And may all children

Learn to know and love Thy name.


Church for Summerville   Leave a comment

AC April 8, 1917 Page 9

Above:  An Article from The Atlanta Constitution, April 8, 1917, page 9

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Summerville Presbyterian Church 1889-1923

Above:  The 1889 Building of Summerville Presbyterian Church, Summerville, Georgia

Image Source = Nan Rich, History of Summerville Presbyterian Church, 1841-1988 (1988), page 2

The 1889 structure of Summerville Presbyterian Church, having become unsafe in 1923, went the way of all buildings past their prime.  The new facility was ready in April 1924.

Dedication May 1924

Image Source = Page 5


Family May 1924

John Dodson Taylor, Sr. (1860-1936) was the bald gentleman in the center of this close-up.  I guess that the woman to his left was his wife, “Hattie” Stoddard Taylor.


Flitting Time   Leave a comment


Above:  A Bird’s Nest

Image Source = Wikinoby



Long ago, one summer evening,

With the children ’round my knee,

I watched a mother bird attending

To her brood assiduously.


To and fro, from nest to meadow,

And from meadow back to nest

Flew she, until twilight warned her

It was time to go to rest.


And I wondered if that mother

Bird would grieve when, some bright day,

Her children should spread wide their wings,

Leave the nest, and fly away.


Now I think I know the answer,

For my nestlings soon will fly

From the nest.  E’en now they’re opening

Strong young winds exultantly,


While I’m watching them and helping

To make ready as I can;–

My own dreary heartache hidden

Underneath their merry plan.


They must flit just as the birds do;

‘Tis God’s plan and it is right,

But my nest will be as lonely

With the fall of each twilight.


There will be no youthful voices

Bidding “pleasant dreams,–goodnight,”

And no tender forms to cover

From the night wind’s chilling blight.


Still, for me remains this comfort–

Each of them is Jesus’ own;

Each one owns Him Lord and Master,

In each heart He has a throne.


And at last, beyond the river,

Where no partings ever come;

There I shall, with not one missing,

Once more have them all at home.