Archive for November 2014

Nell Taylor at the Organ, Summerville Presbyterian Church   Leave a comment

Nell Taylor at Church Organ

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

My grandmother was the longtime organist at Summerville Presbyterian Church, Summerville, Georgia.

This photograph could be from the 1960s or early 1970s.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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John D. Taylor, Jr., and John D. Taylor, III, June 1944   Leave a comment

John D. Taylor III and Jr. 1944

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

This is the best scan I can make of the photograph, part of which seems to be overexposed.

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My father and his father, behind the old house in Summerville, Georgia, in June 1944

Those interested in the architectural history of the structure might want to pay attention to the back of the north wing.  That wing has not existed since the early 1960s.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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Lloyd Glen Bishop, Class of 1945   Leave a comment

Class of 1945

Images Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

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Lloyd Glen Bishop was my grandfather and a graduate of Crystal City High School, Crystal City, Texas.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

Award 1945

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Posted November 16, 2014 by neatnik2009 in Crystal City Texas, Lloyd Glen Bishop 1940s

Eulogy for My Father   1 comment

Nell Taylor and Probably Jack Taylor

Above:  My Grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, with My Father, 1943

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EULOGY FOR JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, III (NOVEMBER 21, 1943-OCTOBER 30, 2014)

MARTHA MCDONALD MOORE CHAPEL, MAGNOLIA MANOR, AMERICUS, GEORGIA

NOVEMBER 2, 2014

Before I departed Athens last Thursday, I posted a notice of Dad’s impending death in the Facebook group of my parish, St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church.  Many of my fellow parishioners expressed sympathy and informed me of their prayers not only for me but for my family also.  One person commented on my Facebook page that I am a “living tribute” to Dad.  That thought had not occurred to me, but may the sentiment be accurate.

Each of us carries the legacies of other people, extending back into generations immemorial.  Much of Dad’s influence is evident in me, from my bookish ways to my preference for classical music.  Most important, though, are lessons in faith and mere decency, which he taught primarily via a pattern of mundane deeds.  Among my earliest memories is one, from the late 1970s, of him preaching and mentioning the “presence of God.”  I, being a concrete thinker at the time, was confused, for I saw no wrapped packages with tags reading “To Ken from God.”  I see clearly, with the benefit of hindsight, how many presents (even some in wrapped boxes) God gave me via Dad.  The best such gifts, however, are intangible.  And they are for the benefit of others, not just myself.  Dad taught me that also.

Now he belongs to the Church Triumphant.  This being All Saints’ Sunday, a verse from “For All the Saints” is doubly appropriate:

O blest communion, fellowship divine!

We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;

Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.

Alleluia.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

NOVEMBER 1, 2014 COMMON ERA

THE FEAST OF ALL SAINTS

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These were my prepared comments.  I remained close to them as I extended them.–KRT

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http://blogatheologica.wordpress.com/2013/12/27/the-long-goodbye/

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