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Cherokee Presbytery (PCUS) Men of the Church Executive Committee Meeting Minutes from January 18, 1962   Leave a comment

Above:  A Cropped Version of a Photograph of My Grandparents, John Dodson Taylor, Jr., and Nell Barrett Taylor, at Summerville, Georgia, Winter 1960

Image Source = Gene McGinnis, Summerville, Georgia


Among the Presbyterian hymnals I retrieved from the old family home in December 1995 was Premier Hymns (1926).   Inside it I found a neatly folded sheet of typing paper, the text of which I replicate, edited only for punctuation, here.  My grandfather was active in the Presbyterian Church on the local and presbytery levels.





PLACE:  Rome, Georgia

Greystone Hotel, Rm 207

DATE:  January 18, 1962

6:00 PM

The meeting was called to order by President Dunn.

The following were present:  George Dunn, James D. Maddox, Robert G. Pllley, John D. Taylor, Todd W. Allen, and Sam Reed

The duties of the Vice Presidents was discussed.

The Dallas Convention was discussed.  Mr. Harold Clotfelter is the Presbytery contact for the Convention.  (P.O. Box 788, Rome, Ga.)

Plans were discussed about the Synod Conference to be held at Camp Calvin, Hampton, Georgia, on February 23 and 24.  All were urged to attend.

Spring Rally:

Publicity–Rev. Robert Pooley

Reservations–Vice President in each district will contact the churches and send number to Rev. Pooley, who will contact the host church

Program:  George Z. Dunn

Dinner:  Host Church

Rome and LaFayette church districts will be held March 26, 1962, at the LaFayette church.

Marietta and Cherokee districts will be held March 27, 1962, at the Mars Hill Church.

Dinner will be served at 6:30 P.M.

With no other business to discuss the meeting was dismissed with prayer by the Rev. Todd W. Allen.

Sam Reed, Secretary Treasurer

Ode to Lookout Mountain   Leave a comment

Above:  A Scene from Lookout Mountain

Image Source = Brent Moore


O! monument of God’s creation,

Dumb witness of all earth has been,

What strength that laid thy deep foundation

What taste that wove thy coat of green!


Majestic, grand, and gloomy, mountain;

Thy crags are fair, tho’ wild they seem,

They rocks are bleak but are the fountain

Of wisdom’s bright and crystal stream.


My soul upon thy knowledge fawns,

Oh! teach benighted, wayward youth,

Whose hollow mind for wisdom yawns,

From thine exhaustless stores of truth.


Oh! speak, ye rocks, ye woodlands, sing,

And coin your knowledge into word;

Ye caverns, with the echo ring

Of what your hollow walls have heard.


There’s pleasure in thy solitude

And in thy “Little River’s” roll;

Thy wildwoods, in their dreariest mood,

Hold pleasing converse with my soul.


From when Time’s wings did first unfold

Thou has companioned in his flight,

And all that ages have unrolled

Has been permitted to thy sight.


Broad empires have arisen, flourished,

And kingdoms proudly reared their head,

And all these in turn have perished

While others have grown up instead.


The great, the mighty, and the wise,

have into dark oblivion gone;

The ruler, with his subject lies,

Alike forgotten and unknown.


The varied scenes–the dark–the bright,–

Thou’s witnessed could’st thou tell to man,

E’en he, with all his wisdom, might

Receive instruction at they han’.


‘Tis true thy grandeur’s more confined

Than Andes heights or Alpine snow;

But nature’s skillful hand has twined

Her sweetest laurels round thy brow.


Age tames the wayward course of man

And bends his shattered body low;

His eyes grow dim, his cheeks grow wan,

His raven locks are turned to snow.


To avarice he is fettered fast,

Ambition’s chain his powers entrals,

Then comes disaster’s chilling blast,

And, shattered, he in ruin falls.


But thou has never know decay;

Perpetual youth has clothed thy lan’;

And lovelier far thou art to-day

Than when thy being first began.


Thus be thy land still bright and fair,

Till standing on the sea and shore,

The angel shall to earth declare

That time which was shall be no more.


And, when my eyes no more shall see

Thy loveliness, and my heart grows cold,

Then other eyes shall look on thee

And hearts beat as thy charms unfold.


Lookout Mountain, August, 1880