From the Archives

The Southern Democrat, April 1, 1971

Personal wanderings and wonderings

Alabama Power Company gave advance notice that electric power would be cut off Sunday morning between six and nine o’clock. It’s just possible that Sunday morning responses to that announcement pretty well divided coffee addicts from casual coffee indulgers. Those who knew they’d never make it until 9 o’clock without their day-starter were up and at ‘em at an unheard of early Sabbath hour. Those who can take their coffee or leave it slept until a leisurely hour…

The annual pilgrimage to the nation’s capital and the tourists’ mecca is now a satisfying memory to Oneonta seniors instead of an impatiently anticipated event. And never, following one of the preceeding 11 such trips, have we heard such glowing reports of good times from students as well as chaperones.

This is especially gratifying to the writer since one of the apparently incomparable chaperones is a coworker and since one of the reportedly well-behaved seniors is a daughter. Nonetheless, reports are so consistently positive that we’ve suggested to Supt. Hubert Street that just maybe he’d better do some investigating. Could things have gone all that well or did all the travelers make a pact that if chaperones wouldn’t tell on students, students would be equally discreet about chaperones’ conduct…

When Methodist Bishop Kenneth Goodson heard one of his preachers, Camp Sumatanga administrator and jack-of-all-trades Bert Goodwin, tell about enjoying Blount County quail suppers, the bishop casually remarked that he and his wife Martha had been known to eat quail – when given the opportunity.

What Preacher Goodwin didn’t tell the bishop was just how infrequent and hard-to-come-by those quail suppers are! But then maybe one isn’t obliged to tell one’s bishop everything. At any rate, quail hunters Goodwin, Dan Moore, L.D. Bentley, and C. Ryan concentrated all season on accumulating enough birds to invite Bishop and Mrs. Goodson to join the hunters and their wives for a bird feast.

The event took place last week, and while the Goodsons enjoyed Ella’s fine cooking and Bert’s hospitality at the delightful house the late Brother Dave Hutto so lovingly built in the heart of Sumatanga’s woods, the rest of us basked in Mrs. Goodson’s winsome naturalness and charm and relished the bishop’s easy conversation, broad humor, and loving compassion that try though he may, he can’t conceal.

Only blot on the splendid evening was absence of L.D. and Rachel, always on hand for these too infrequent quail suppers; they were proudly attending the nurses’ ceremony at Carraway Methodist Hospital where their middle daughter Deborah Elaine was being capped…

-Molly Howard Ryan