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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Mother of children found living in "disgusting" conditions charged - WIS News 10 - Columbia, South Carolina |

Mother of children found living in "disgusting" conditions charged - WIS News 10 - Columbia, South Carolina |: "SUMTER, SC (WIS) - The mother of three Sumter County children found living in dismal, dank, and disgusting conditions last week has been charged with unlawful conduct toward a child, according to deputies.

Law enforcement responded to 31-year-old Alison Alsbrooks Scurry's house on August 24 after receiving an anonymous complaint of possible child neglect due to unsuitable living conditions.

Upon entry, deputies discovered approximately 10-12 inches of household garbage including rotting food, clothes, toys and assorted household items thrown. Scurry and her three children -- ages eight, nine and 10 -- were living among the garbage."

Look What UPS Brought! Images of Bishopville

"To clarify–the book will not be available until September 27 but it has been printed and Billy and I have received our allotted three copies a piece. It can be pre-ordered through Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Arcadia Publishing. If you live in Bishopville, I encourage you to buy it from a local retailer. Don’t know who that will be yet but I am guessing the Cotton Museum, LCHS and Chamber of Commerce, among others.

Thanks for all the kind words. I can’t tell you all how much I appreciate them!"

Editors note: Fans of Rachael and Billy can also pre-order the book through this site. Takes only a few minutes to order and the process is totally safe. has been doing this for years and have all the safeguards in place. 

Look under my Twitter tweets on the right side of the page and you will see a direct link to Just type in the name of the book or Rachael's name and will do the rest. September 27th seems like forever... 

Monday, August 30, 2010

YouTube - MsPolleyVision's Channel

YouTube - MsPolleyVision's Channel: "April 27, 2010 �| 224,479 views
B-25J 'Pacific Princess' and crew participates in the largest gathering of B-25's since WWII for the 68th Doolittle Raiders Reunion held April 17th & 18th, 2010 at USAF Museum, Wright Field Dayton OH. 17 B-25's formed up for a fly-over the Doolittle Memorial ceremony. 8 Doolittle Raiders of the original 79 remain, 4 were able to attend the 2010 event. Air to Air shots filmed from the tailgunner seat of 'Pacific Princess', ship # 2 in the 17 ship formation by"

Battle of the Bulge reunion comes to Columbia - WIS News 10 - Columbia, South Carolina |

Battle of the Bulge reunion comes to Columbia - WIS News 10 - Columbia, South Carolina |: "A group of World War II veterans is coming to Columbia this week.

They are veterans who fought in one of the war's most recognized and notorious fights - the Battle of the Bulge. Between December 1944 and January 1945, more than 80,000 troops lost their lives in the major defensive to fight off German soldiers in Belgium.

Here's a list of the events going on this weekend to honor the veterans:"

Rob Miller - A New Voice on the Horizon

Rob Miller:  "...the people I talk to are telling me that life's getting harder. The economy, two wars, lost jobs, failing bridges, shameful schools -- the list goes on and on.

I debated my opponent the other night -- a man who cravenly followed George Bush, was Tom DeLay's best friend and who views constituent service as handing out key-chains - and it only reinforced my resolve..."

Read the full story

Alvin Greene continues campaign stop after losing sponsor | WCBD-TV 2

Alvin Greene continues campaign stop after losing sponsor | WCBD-TV 2: "Event organizer Will Bigger says Alvin will be given time to talk to voters, then a moderator will ask him questions submitted by voters and reporters.

The event was originally sponsored by the Western York County Democrats, but Bigger says the organization pulled its invitation after Greene was indicted on two charges earlier this month, including a felony count of showing pornography to University of South Carolina student."

Government Charge Clemens with Obstruction of Congress and Lying

August 30, 2010

Al Franken certainly did not have Roger Clemens in mind when he and a group of fourteen Harvard graduate students researched material for his best selling book "Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them" (To order this best-selling book copy and paste the bold lettered title above into the Amazon window found in the right column of this page)

Federal prosecutors on the other hand, believe otherwise for they are hauling the seven time Cy Young award winner into a Washington, D.C. federal court sometime today to face six felony charges stemming from his appearance in February of 2008 before the House Oversight and Government Affairs Committee. 

Clemens has been tweeting that he is innocent and is looking forward to his day in court.  

"'...I never took HGH or Steroids. And I did not lie to Congress,' Clemens said via his Twitter account August 19, the day a federal grand jury indicted him. 'I look forward to challenging the Governments accusations, and hope people will keep an open mind until trial. I appreciate all the support I have been getting. I am happy to finally have my day in court.'

The starting pitcher left baseball in 2007 after 24 seasons with major league teams, including the Boston Red Sox, Toronto Blue Jays, Houston Astros and New York Yankees. He was the first pitcher to win seven Cy Young awards..." Read full story

They lived together 61 years, died hours apart - State & Regional - Wire -

They lived together 61 years, died hours apart - State & Regional - Wire - "'And I said, 'Bert, you know Miriam had been struggling to breathe. She just took her last breath.''
Bert, too weak to speak, tried to talk but could not. The words would not come.
'Then, he closed his eyes, and a little tear came out of the corner of his eye, and it rolled down his cheek,' said Setzler.
The next morning, Thursday, just hours after his wife of 61 years - the woman who had given all she had to him until there was nothing left to give - had died, Bert died, too."

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Talk To Your Representative Today - Ask Him About Bear Baying Competitions in South Carolina

Editor: This morning or the very next time when you sit in Grady Brown's barber chair in Bishopville ask him to support efforts to outlaw "bear baying" competitions in South Carolina. 

Rep. Brown is probably the easiest State Representative to get in touch with when needed. He can usually be found at his place of business on Cedar Lane or walking Main Street in the small community of Bishopville, SC. 

Drop in to see Grady and tell him Natives of Lee County South Carolina appreciates all he has done for the citizens of District 50, Sumter and Lee Counties.  

Feature Story
"Leaders with the Humane Society of the United States are asking state lawmakers to outlaw “bear baying” competitions." Link

Miss Spartanburg USA and Former PETA Vegetarian Girl Next-Door Contest Finalist Released on $25,000 Bond

Williams: "...becoming a vegetarian “makes you learn to appreciate (pets) in a different way...” Link

"...A former finalist in PETA’s vegetarian girl next-door contest was released from jail on bond Saturday after being charged with leaving the scene of an accident last week that killed a man and his dog.

Heather M. Williams, 25, of 302 N. Sweetwater Hills Drive, Moore,(SC), was released from the Spartanburg County jail on a $25,000 bond before 4 a.m. Saturday.

The state Highway Patrol has charged her with leaving the scene of an accident involving death. She’s accused of striking Dewayne Keith Tweedell, 56, at 5:25 p.m. Wednesday on Highway 29 in Greer. She was arrested Friday after the Highway Patrol received a tip through CrimeStoppers..."

"...Tweedell was carrying his Chihuahua, Scooter, in his arms when he was hit. The dog also died.
Troopers pleaded for information involving the car’s driver, its make, model and color.
Highway Patrol Lance Cpl. Bill Rhyne has said the investigation is still open, and he could not say whether there will be more charges filed against Williams..."

Volcano Quiet For 400 Years Erupts In Indonesia : NPR

Volcano Quiet For 400 Years Erupts In Indonesia : NPR: "A volcano in western Indonesia spewed hot lava and sand high into the sky early Sunday in its first eruption in 400 years.

Government volcanologist Surono, who uses only one name, said Mount Sinabung in North Sumatra province started rumbling a few days ago and the minor morning eruption has mostly stopped.

It sent sand and ash up to a mile (1.5 kilometers) high but lava only moved near its crater. It caused no major damage and 'only dust covered plants and trees,' he said."

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: Rob Miller for Congress | New Leadership for South Carolina

Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: Rob Miller for Congress | New Leadership for South Carolina:

"I'm not asking you to vote for Rob Miller... no, my purpose is to draw your attention to the bottom of the webpage..."

Rob Miller appears to be a man of principle... I'm beginning to like this man and his message.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: When I Can't Nap I Tune in to Fox's Glenn Beck - Works Every Time

Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: When I Can't Nap I Tune in to Fox's Glenn Beck - Works Every Time: "Going out of one's way to align themselves with Glenn Beck surely is a mystery ... especially for La Russa and Pujols, who don't seem like Fox News types. But I could be wrong.�"

Imprisoned American Headed Home

Former Presidents 39 and 42, 
Are to be Admired for their Humanitarian Efforts

August 27, 2010

John Reames
Natives of Lee County
South Carolina
According to a CNN report, U.S. citizen, Aijalon Mahli Gomes, imprisoned in North Korea after being sentenced to eight years hard labor, for entering the country illegally, will soon be returned home, to be reunited with relatives in Boston, Mass., thanks to former President Jimmy Carter.

That is good news. It is refreshing to know that our former Presidents are continuing to serve their nation in humanitarian ways.

In 2009 former President Bill Clinton traveled to North Korea and won the release of two American journalists, Laura Ling and Euna Lee who were arrested and sentenced to 12 years hard labor.

U.S. leaders continue to hold out hope that a breakthrough will occur to end the tense relations that exist between the two country's. Carter's visit in 1994 provided such a breakthrough when an agreement was made  in relation to North Korea's ramped up nuclear program. Read the full story 

Light vs. Darkness - Church vs. Strip Club

Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned

Warsaw, Ohio
August 27, 2010

We all are aware of the capabilities of a women who has been rejected by a lover. In this case the lover seems to be a church, its pastor and the entire congregation that has attracted the ire of these girls. From media sources we get word that women of questionable character have been picketing New Beginnings Ministries church in Warsaw, Ohio in response to a four year campaign by the church to close the The Fox Hole strip club business that employs the girls.

These ladies dressed in bikinis and other skimpy and provocative attire and parade about, displaying more than their bare skin as they hold signs and voice opinions that show their displeasure with the church's actions.

The club's owner has offered to call off his girls and end three months of counter-picketing if the pastor of the church will do the same with his congregation. Of course the pastor has refused and steadfastly says, "Light and darkness cannot exist together, so The Fox Hole has got to go." 

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Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: Children ages 8, 9 and 10 Living in Deplorable Conditions

Broad and Main Streets - Sumter, South Carolina: Children ages 8, 9 and 10 Living in Deplorable Conditions: "Sumter, SC
August 27, 2010

Local and State Media sources are reporting that the Sumter County Sheriff's office responded to a mobile home in the 3400 block of�3400 block of Nazarene Church Road in reference to�an anonymous 911 call. Once there they discovered children in the home, ages 8, 9 and 10 who were living in deplorable conditions. The sources are reporting that Sumter Deputies said that two of the children were sleeping in a bed and another on a mattress that was piled on top of garbage and that the home had piles of dirty dishes and garbage strewn about."

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Real tiger cub found in luggage with stuffed toys - World news - Asia-Pacific -

Real tiger cub found in luggage with stuffed toys - World news - Asia-Pacific - "A live tiger cub was found drugged and hidden among stuffed-tiger toys in the luggage of a woman at Bangkok's airport, a wildlife smuggling watchdog group reported Thursday.
The Thai woman, whose name was not released, was trying to board a flight to Iran on Sunday when she had trouble checking in her oversized bag, the monitoring network TRAFFIC said in a statement."

Volunteers unite to repair Lee County | Aiken Standard | Aiken, SC

Volunteers unite to repair Lee County | Aiken Standard | Aiken, SC: "'It's God's work,' Garrison said. 'It's important to help people who are not as blessed as I am.'

Every year since 2003, teenagers and adult volunteers have come to Bishopville as part of the Salkehatchie Summer Service, a housing rehabilitation program coordinated by the United Methodist Church in South Carolina.

Carrie Gass, a member of Mechanicsville United Methodist Church and one of the local volunteer liaisons and organizers, said the 2010 group was able to make major renovations to nine homes in Lee County.

More than 90 volunteers from across the state spent one week in Lee County.

Major renovations were accomplished for each home, including roof, wall and floor repairs. About $2,000 was spent for each"

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Lee County Chamber Cancels Fundraiser Raffle - Cites Current State Law Prohibiting Raffles

From the Editor: 

John Reames
The Lee County Chamber of Commerce has decided to cancel their planned fundraiser raffle after a call by the Chambers Executive Director to the SC Attorney General's office confirmed that to follow through with the raffle would indeed be a violation of State law.

Pam Kelley, Executive Director for the Chamber, in a comment posted to my Facebook page said, "After your blog I called the Attorney Generals office myself and you are 100% correct. As of today the Lee County Chambers fundraiser has been canceled. We of course do not want to in anyway break the law. There are so many people who have these types of fundraiser that need to know that any type of chance is illegal. I sure didn't think buying a ticket from a little girl who is trying to go to cheer-leading camp would be breaking the law..."

Pam is right, not many people are aware of this law; I sure wasn't until alerted by a concerned citizen who has the welfare of the Chamber at heart.

Hopefully, the Chamber will come up with a legal fundraiser... a silent auction has been suggested and I don't think that would be illegal. Donations of items from the business community as well as from the private sector could be used to bid on. Silent auctions are fun and nearly 100% of the funds raised benefit the cause.

I wish the Lee County Chamber of Commerce the best going forward and believe the good people of Lee County will come forth with their wholehearted support. Lee County simply cannot afford to lose the Chamber.

We have not received a response to our e-mail and phone call today requesting information from the SC Attorney General office.

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Introducing deer little Rupert | The Sun |News

Introducing deer little Rupert | The Sun |News:

Photos not posted due to copyright laws

"Christened Rupert, the six-inch tall deer is now recovering in an incubator at the Buckinghamshire hospital and recently opened his eyes for the first time.

Although he weighs just over a pound, the tiny deer is doing well and staff are confident he will be just fine.

A spokesman for Tiggywinkles said: 'Rupert's mother had very severe injuries.

'We brought him out and got him breathing and then he went into an incubator on oxygen. He is now being fed by a tube.'

He added: 'Deer are very, very tricky but this one has spirit. He's an extremely feisty little guy and quite pushy.'

What a deer little chap!"

Ellie E. Price, Jr. - Memories of Growing Up in Lee County

Photo Provided- Ellie E. Price, Jr.

Memories of Growing Up in Lee County 

by Ellie E. Price, Jr. 

Early School Years

My dad rented a farm from Mr. Laurie Outlaw during the fall of 1939, after the crops were in at the George Stuckey home not far from Bishopville on Hwy. 15, where my brother Elvin was born in 1938. We moved to this homey old place early enough that year to enjoy the late summer weather and become acquainted with our surroundings. I began school at Bishopville at the age of 6, but finished the first grade at Lucknow, in the old schoolhouse. This was a frame building of several rooms with three distinct gables and a front porch. Mrs. Christine Pate was one of the teachers and Mr. Julian Reynolds was the principal at the time.  I remember how the old school looked and smelled with its worn desks, chalk dust and blackboards, and dark unpainted interior. We had an Easter egg hunt behind the school in the spring of 1940 with pretty boiled and dyed eggs decorated in gay colors. It was the first time I remember seeing and picking tiny purple violets growing in profusion through the pine straw. 

What excitement it was to try to find the prize egg, with the wonderful gift from the teacher of a pencil set and tiny sharpener. Mrs. Pate was an excellent teacher and it was clear that she loved her students.  She could be as tough as necessary but for those students who listened and tried hard she was a wonderful guide and example.  My six and a half years in that school was the only time I ever felt that someone really cared about my education.  I believe she knew that many of her students’ formal education would end at this country school, but for those of us who were expected to graduate and go on to the high school she put as much into as she could. I greatly appreciate that today, though I probably didn’t at the time. There were two other teachers in this school that I remember. They were Mrs. Folsom and Miss Zena McKenzie. Miss McKenzie was my teacher for the first three grades and Mrs. Pate from grade four through seven. Miss McKenzie was only about 20 years old then and this was her first teaching job.

I learned the value and beauty of literature, poetry and drama mostly from Miss Christine.  She made us learn a little about Shakespeare and memorize poems such as “If,” “Thanatopsis, and “The Psalm of Life,” We studied the works of Longfellow, Edgar Allen Poe, Alfred Lord Tennyson and William Cullen Bryant and were taught the values of honesty and integrity.  Today one of my most valued books is a small volume entitled, “101 Famous Poems,” which contain these and more. We were also encouraged to memorize certain verses from the Bible, such as John 3,16, for which we received the gift of a small red New Testament. We were also encouraged to read for the pure joy of reading.  I will never forget Miss Pate, as we called her then, reading “Treasure Island”, “Tom Sawyer,” and “Robinson Crusoe” to us; one or two chapters a day until they were finished.  I still remember the delicious chill I felt when Tom and Becky were lost in the cave and wondering if they would ever find their way out again.  We were not to hear what happened until the next day when the next chapter was read.  We also took part in many little school plays and were encouraged to be creative and to use our imaginations.

During that first year at the old school Mr. Reynolds bought a brand-new 1940 Ford sedan.  It was a shiny black deluxe model with chrome grill and twin taillights.  Someone told us it had sealed beam headlights, new that year. It had wide chrome frames around the lights which made them set up almost vertical and gave them a classic look.  In the spring of 1941, the new brick schoolhouse was completed about a quarter mile away and we all walked up the road to it, carrying our books on a hot spring day.

On Monday morning, December 8, 1941, the teacher called all the classes together and told us some shocking news.  She said, “Class, I want all of you to remember what happened yesterday, for it will be in your history books someday. Japan attacked America Sunday morning at Pearl Harbor, and America has declared war on Japan. World War II has started.”  She then turned on the big Philco floor model radio that she kept in the classroom so we could hear President Roosevelt speak, confirming the tragic news.

A Good Place for Growing Up

Our home was located on what is now the Joe Dority Rd.

Wood heaters, fireplaces and the kitchen stove made the home barely livable during some of the bitterest cold winters I can recall.  My brother Vernon, five years older, and I, were inseparable companions and usually slept together in a back shed room.  We would sometimes carry a heated, wrapped brick to warm our feet and would often sleep in jackknife position, with our bodies fitted together, frog like, for maximum warmth.  Four or five quilts and blankets on top would actually cause us to wake up rather tired from the weight, and when our bare feet touched the floor it was similar to touching ones tongue to the bottom of an ice tray.  More than once upon waking, snow had fallen during the night and drifted in between the loose fitting clap boards and dusting our bed with white powder. 

It was a good place for growing up though, and some of my happiest years were spent there exploring the woods and fields, minding cows, watching things grow, and generally feeling happy, carefree, and loved.  It never occurred to me that we didn’t have very much of some things that people take for granted now.  What we did have was hot biscuits, jam, and steaming grits with eggs and sausage mixed in for flavor, plus the love of our parents and siblings. There was plenty of milk, butter, homemade syrup and baked sweet potatoes to eat.  I sometimes tell my grandchildren now what Mama told us then.  “Cover up your butter with hot grits and watch the little yellow man come out.” Often on Saturday nights we would have Daddy’s favorite, two $.39 cent cans of pink salmon, cooked with scrambled eggs and mixed with grits, and a large jar of peanut butter. Mama would cook a large pan of homemade biscuits made with real lard and we would have a very satisfying meal. Canned salmon contains many small round bones that we always tried to pick out before eating.  Daddy was a hearty eater though, and wasn’t particular. He had a peculiar way of pronouncing certain words.  I can still hear him saying, “Eat them boones, boy. Eat them boones; chew ‘em up, they won’t hurt you.” Daddy had a curious, abbreviated way of talking, with great economy of words.  I’ve often heard him say, “How bout one of you boys run down to the patch and get us one a them ripe melons, if you find one.” If one word would express his thoughts, he never used two. If we were in town, he might say, “You boys want a comb of cream?” (cone of ice cream). He also called a bicycle a “wheel”. He might say, “Why don’t one of you boys jump on your wheel and ride up to Davis’s store and get us one of them little 35 cent cakes for Sunday dinner?”

The first time I remember seeing a jar of peanut butter last more than one night was at my older brother Raphael and his wife’s home, just across the field from us. They usually had a jar in their pantry for several weeks.  I used to wonder how anyone could keep such a wonderful tasting product so long.  Peanut butter was not homogenized then and contained about one third clear oil, which was supposed to be stirred in and mixed before eating. We would barely start the job before that wonderful rich smell became too much and our Saturday night feast with hot biscuits and peanut butter would begin. Sometimes the whole quart jar would be eaten at one meal.

Mama was a little overweight after Carroll was born in 1941 and had a potentially serious problem with a heart murmur.  It scared her and she lost some weight.  She tried to eat healthier foods after that and began to use vegetable shortening instead of lard plus more salads and other low calorie foods.  We began to use a new product about that time called Oleo that was thought to be healthier than butter.  In the beginning it was completely white like lard, the yellow color being added by mixing in a small package of yellow dye included with the product.

Winter Time Fun

In the wintertime we built rabbit boxes and caught wild rabbits.  They were simple devices, built of wood with a sliding door and notched trip stick, and were very effective if well made and placed beside a sandy moonlit path.  We found out pretty soon that they didn’t need to be baited, but seemed to actually work better if left empty.  It was very exciting to get up before daylight to see what had been caught during the night.  The sight of a tripped rabbit box was a keen thrill and we could hardly wait to see what we had caught. 

Sometimes it was not a rabbit.  We heard of people who caught skunks, birds, squirrels and possums.  As I think of it now, it would have been easy for even a snake to enter and trip the lid. I can hardly believe now that lots of dark mornings I lifted the lid and reached in my hand to pull out something that I couldn’t really see.  I was lucky that in my case it was always a rabbit.  I usually pulled him out by the hind feet, but sometimes it was by the head.  I never knew a rabbit to bite, but they were extremely hard to hold, even if gripped properly with one finger between the rear legs.  Many times they would give about two mighty kicks and be gone, bouncing away like a ball of white cotton through the moonlight.

One morning I had a strange surprise awaiting me when I went to check my boxes.  This particular location had two boxes placed at right angles to each other about ten feet apart.  Both had been tripped and one showed evidence of a tremendous struggle having occurred during the night.  The door had been completely torn from its slide, the box had been dragged out of position and a lot of rabbit fur was around the opening.  I was puzzled, having never seen anything like this before.  However, the lid was also down on the other box, so something was inside.  I cautiously stood it on the end, opened the lid and looked in. I could see the rear legs of a rabbit, but when I reached in and pulled him out, he was cold and stiff, obviously dead for some time.

Upon withdrawing the rabbit further, I could see that his head was missing, having been completely eaten off by something.  Two glowing eyes were staring up at me from the bottom of the box. They belonged to a white and yellow half wild house cat who had evidently robbed the first rabbit box and backed into the second, dragging the rabbit by the head and tripping the lid. It appeared she had finished her meal after becoming trapped. After my initial surprise, my reaction was anger at the cat for stealing my rabbit.  I removed the dead rabbit and lowered the door, leaving the cat inside.  I then went home and got my slingshot.  My idea was to come back and shoot that cat.  I got all ready, set the box down and opened the door.  By then it was light enough to see well.  However, I wasn’t nearly fast or accurate enough.  The cat bounded out, streaked across the field and was gone, easily avoiding my poorly aimed rock. This story is so unusual I’ve told it only a few times, for most people will naturally look at me real quiet as if to say, “ Yeah, I could make up a story like that too if I wanted too!” Only I didn’t make this one up. It happened just the way I described it.

Boys and men were serious about rabbit traps back then and sometimes other boys tripped them intentionally for a joke, or for mischief. Our neighbors, the Dority boys, accused my brother and me of tripping their boxes one time on purpose and they didn’t seem to believe our denial, since we found our own boxes tripped a few mornings later.  One particularly good year I caught 25 rabbits pretty early and got so tired of fooling with them I left the boxes tripped for the rest of the season.  Even though I usually liked catching rabbits, I never could bring myself to dress one for cooking, although I watched Daddy do it expertly many times.  Mama would usually cook rabbits and squirrels to keep them from being wasted, but I never really liked the taste of wild food. Every bite would seem to stick in my throat when I thought of eating a poor little wild, scared animal that a short time before had trembled and died in my hands from a sharp blow behind the neck.

Life on the Farm

There were three tenant houses on this farm, in addition to the main dwelling that we lived in.  Facing the rear of the farm, they were positioned in a fan fashion, about 1000 yards back in the field and roughly the same distance apart. When my older brother Raphael and his wife Audrey were married in 1940 they moved into the house on the left to help my father farm.  I don’t remember much about the house now except that it was also unpainted and had hinged wooden shutters for windows and a small porch.  I remember an outfit my sister in law wore that first winter.  It was a pink or rose colored coat with an attached hood to go over her head. Winters seemed bitterly cold back then, probably because the houses had no insulation and were very loosely constructed. At any rate I was about seven years old and had never been around a newly married couple at all.  I remember being scolded one day after I rushed home and said, “Mama, you know what I just saw?  I saw Raphael kissing Audrey!”  I remember her reply, “That’s all right son, don’t worry about it, and don’t tell me anything like that any more. They won’t like it.” Eventually they moved into the house on the right, where their first daughter Stella Ann was born January 30, 1942. This house appeared to be a little better built and better protected from the weather, being located in a shallow valley and surrounded by big trees. The families I knew that lived in those three homes and helped Daddy farm were, Mr. Earnest Scott and his wife Nellie. Mr.Ray Barnes and his wife Moselle, and Mr.William Stephens and his wife Susie. Dalton Stephens, who later became famous as “The Button Man”, was the youngest son of William and Susie Stephens.

We hadn’t lived at this home very long before my brother Carroll was born in 1941. I, and probably a few more of us, was sent over to my Uncle and Aunt’s home to spend the night.  We had often visited them and I didn’t realize this visit was any different from any other until my first cousin, Archie Baker, said to me. “When you get back home, there’s gonna be another little red rat in your barn!” I said “What?” and he said, “You just wait, and you’ll see.” Sure enough, a brand new baby had arrived, and he was red, just as Archie said. We were just as proud of our new little brother Carroll as we could be. He was named Carroll “Baker” Price after my mother’s maiden name.

My older brother Vernon, who was two years younger than my sister Louise and five years older than me, and I, played a lot during the summertime, usually with my  sisters Nina and Esther, and our neighbors Dalton Stephens and the Dority brothers.  I was mostly too young to do much serious work, so when we came home from school, we would run wide open into the house, barely taking time to lay down our books; then on into the kitchen to grab warm baked sweet potatoes and biscuits from the warming closet of the stove.  We would put a piece of butter inside the potato to melt, then make a hole in the biscuit and pour in home made syrup.  Then it was off to play marbles, ride the mule, or go exploring in the woods.  Sometimes, there were chores to do, like feeding, milking or minding the cows, getting fodder and corn for the mules, gathering eggs, drawing water or splitting wood for the cook stove. The girls helped cook and clean the house,  tend to the younger children, work in the garden, and make up the beds. If there was any time left we could read or play. My parents and older siblings did the really hard work of planting and gathering crops, keeping livestock healthy and fed, and other necessary jobs.

Many things that we take for granted today had to be done the hard way back then.  Keeping and tending livestock, drawing the daily water supply and maintaining an adequate supply of firewood was a full time job for the adults during the winter. Most wells were hand dug 50/85 ft. deep with a wooden frame around them for safety.  Two uprights and one horizontal timber provided a central location for the “tickle”, to hang.  A long chain went over this pulley with a galvanized bucket on each end. Pulling the chain manually brought up one full bucket and let an empty one down.  All of our wells had chains and “tickles,” though I’ve seen pictures of wooden windlasses and ropes on other wells.  The “tickle” was really just a metal pulley wheel over which the chain ran but I never heard it called anything else.  The word was very likely old country Scottish or Irish in origin.  Our wells were never covered, a curious omission, since small animal and birds often fell into them, causing the well to need cleaning. The horizontal top bar provided a natural roosting place for birds, often pigeons, with obvious unsanitary results.  However, this and many other potential health problems were ignored in those days and the well was simply cleaned out if the water began to taste funny for a while.

Our well digger and cleaner was an industrious black neighbor named Mr. Allen Prescott.  He had special rigs and large wooden buckets for the job.  The procedure was to let him down to the bottom of the well in one of the buckets, which he eventually filled with mud and debris, to be hauled up.  When the job was finished, he was pulled back up, all muddy and cold and paid, probably in barter, for the job.  I’ve heard Daddy tell stories about well diggers at the bottom of a well, with no barrier around it, and someone playing the trick of walking towards the well slowly ringing a cowbell, such as a wandering grazing cow might do. Naturally, as the “cow” got closer and closer the man at the bottom would almost go crazy, wondering if an 800 lb. cow might come plunging down any minute.
Claiming Things and Doing Chores

A few of the jobs that Vernon and I had were slopping hogs, splitting fat pine kindling to start the cook stove, and minding the cows.  We would also help gather and prepare vegetables from the garden, feed and curry the mules and milk the cows.  Also Vernon did a good bit of farm work, but I was too young for most of that. Minding the cow meant staying near her while she grazed and trying to keep her from eating yellow topped bitter weeds, which would ruin the milk for several days.  Sometime we’d get bored, and hitch her to a stake with a rope or chain, often with the result of her getting wound up tightly and looking wall eyed, from walking round and round in one direction only.  For some reason we never thought of using a ring at the end of the chain to prevent this. Most of us at various times had a pet chicken, pig, or heifer that Daddy told us we could “claim” for our own.  Often it was a runt or had some other health problems.  What that term meant was that we could call it ours, help get it well, and keep it as a pet until it was time to be butchered or sold.  Our very own personal heifer was Flossie, a Jersey cow that we raised from birth to milking stage.  She had at least one calf of her own but was very hard to milk, being extremely nervous and prone to run off.

One-year lightning struck a cotton field beside the road leading up to my older brother’s home and burned a large round area, killing the cotton. It was too late to replant so Daddy planted some peas and told me I could “claim” them for my own.  I remember them being richly green and healthy looking, producing plenty of peas.  Somehow Daddy must have known that strong lightning strikes enrich the soil and help things like peas to grow. Actually, lightning strikes do ionize the air and release nitrogen, which is then carried into the ground by the rain.

My brother Vernon worked at George’s Candy Kitchen one summer in the early forties, making hot dogs and hamburgers on Saturdays. Hot dogs sold for $.08, hamburgers for $.10, and Coca Colas for $.05. The store was located on the corner of Main and Church Streets in Bishopville and Mr. George was the Greek proprietor. He made and sold delicious homemade candies and other sweets there. One of my favorites was his pink and white coconut bars, displayed behind a glass case inside. He also had a peanut roaster on wheels near the front door. A gas burner producing a small blue flame roasted the nuts as they rotated past it. The nuts were packaged in small white bags on a tray and were sold for $.05 per bag.  It was hard for customers to pass by the delicious aroma of those roasting peanuts as they passed into the store; so many bags were sold on those hot summer days. 

Vernon decided one day that he and I could make some extra money by splitting up fat pine kindling, tying it with twine in small bundles, and selling them in town for 15 cents each.  This product was known as “kindling”, and was used to start wood fires. It was our first and only business venture. I don’t remember how many of these packages we made and sold, but every time I smell that pungent, rich pine scent, even today, my mind goes back exactly to that time.  

One summer, Vernon and our cousins, Gilbert and Archie Baker, and I hitched up the mule and drove several miles to a country store on the uncovered bed of a two wheeled mule cart that Vernon and Gilbert had made of scrap iron. The iron wheels and frame came from discarded farm machinery. We bought some candy and all was fine until we started back and urged the mule into a trot. Archie tumbled off onto the sandy road, unhurt, but came up holding his candy. I don’t think it even touched the ground.  

In June of 1943 Vernon fell off our horse and broke his wrist. A cast was put on his arm and it healed pretty quickly. However, my parents soon discovered something was seriously wrong with his health. Lumps began to appear on his neck, behind his ears, and under his arms and other places. The diagnosis was cancer of the lymph glands, called Hodgkin’s disease at the time. Many treatments were tried, including several trips to Duke, but nothing helped. He lost appetite and weight and soon had to leave the ninth grade at the young age of fifteen. I was ten that summer and too young to understand why my parents didn’t send for a doctor, when they told us his end was near.  He died in the front room of our home during the morning of December 26, 1943. He was more than my brother; he was my best friend, buddy and hero. I still miss him. We moved the first of the year, 1944, to another home, known to us as the “Huntley house.” It was built by a man named Mr. Ed Huntley, and was only a few miles away. After we moved there, and I became a teenager, I used to wonder, with a certain amount of fear, if I might die, as my brother did, when I became fifteen.

As I think of those years now, I remember them being very happy and carefree, but it was probably because we were children, with little responsibility, and no other choices at the time.  People will naturally try to make do with what they have and for the most part be reasonably happy. I wouldn’t take anything now for my memories.  I think our experiences of growing up in Lee County have made better men and women of all of us.

With warmest regards, 

Ellie E. Price Jr.

Re-Vote Tuesday 
Again Pits 
Bramlett Against Eckley 
Slim possibility exists for write-in upset for Sheriff

The Item: by Randy Burns  "...The executive committee of the South Carolina Democratic Party ordered a re-vote at the Bishopville No. 2 box after determining that only 111 of the 242 votes cast at the polling place were actually residents of District 4.

The only eligible voters for the re-vote are the 111 voters who cast ballots in the District 4 race at the Bishopville Fire station, according to Director of Voters Registration Lynn Fata.

The vote in the Bishopville No. 2 precinct for the District 4 county council seat was thrown out, Fata said.

After taking out the vote at the Bishopville fire station, Bramlett has a 27-vote lead over Eckley.
Fata is confident that the re-vote will be a successful one.

'We have given the (111) names of the people who are eligible to vote in the District 4 race to the poll workers at Bishopville No. 2,' Fata said. 'We also have given the names to Gordon Eckley and Matt Bramlett.'

Bramlett, who fought against having the re-vote, said he has no problem with the decision made by the South Carolina Democratic Party.

June 10, 2010
Matt Bramlett Defeated Gordon Eckley
Lee County Democratic Party Executive Committee
Upheld Election Results
----June 20, 2010
State Democratic Party Executive Committee
Orders Re-Vote
'I think it's good that we're having the re-vote,' he said. 'I just didn't like the way it was done. Phone calls were made, and the decision to have the re-vote was already made by the state party before we got there for the hearing.'
Bramlett is working hard to get his voters to the polls on Tuesday..."

Protest: Gordon Eckley claimed voter irregularity in District 4 County Council race

"... In the June 8 Democratic primary election results that were certified June 10, Bramlett defeated Eckley by a vote of 520 to 447.
At a protest hearing held on Thursday, Eckley provided information he believed indicated that 131 people voted in the District 4 council race at the Bishopville No. 1 precinct at the Lee County Fire Station even though they did not live in District 4.
Of the 242 votes cast in the District 4 race, only 111 of those were registered voters eligible to vote in that district, said Lynn Fata with the Voter Registration Office..."

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Lee County Chamber of Commerce Holds Raffle Raffle to Stay Afloat | Columbia, SC News, Weather and Sports |


South Carolina House Chamber
In the State of South Carolina 
Raffles are Illegal

Editor: This morning I spoke by phone with Representative Grady Brown, D-Lee and Sumter District 50 and asked if he was aware of the law on the SC books that implies the only legal gambling in the state is the State Lottery. 

In light of his suggestion that the Lee County Chamber of Commerce hold a raffle, Rep. Brown indicated to me that he was aware of the law but that he remains "supportive of efforts to help the local chamber." 

It remains to be seen if this law will be enforced by the Attorney General. 

Lee Chamber Selling Raffle Tickets to Survive
"... Lee County's unemployment rate sits at 14.4 percent, which is nearly 5 percent higher than the national average.

Chamber of Commerce President Troy Santoscoy says the problems extend to his agency. 'The chamber has had trouble financially for some years now but it kind of all came to a head this year,' he says.

Santoscoy says part of the problem is that the county and city decreased funding for the chamber. To make matters worse, local businesses are shutting down and many of them that are able to stay open can not afford to pay their membership dues.

Now, the chamber needs $14,000, which they hope to raise with their raffle.

If you are interested in participating in the raffle, the tickets are $100. They plan to sell 200 of them in hopes of raising $20,000. The first place winner will get $4,000. The second place winner gets, $1,000 and third and fourth place winners take home $500. The drawing will be held at noon on September 18th.

Tickets are on sale now at the chamber's office at 219 North Main Street in Bishopville..."

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