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The heart makes a record of every shining thing and plays it back like music through the years.

PAGE 48 

December 25 – 1921  

Dear Mrs. Gay Spiker 

I don’t only wish you “Joy and Happyness” on Xmas day, but hope you will have “Happyness” during the whole year of 1922.  Is the wish of your old friend. 

Mrs. C. C. Dillie




Internal Link

[The Obituary of Flora Dell Dillie on Page 7]


A person doesn’t have to be well off to get clean But apparently he has to be well off to want to keep clean.


June 23, 1940 

We cannot control life But we can fight it, make the Best of things and keep in mind that life is simply what we strive to make it.  Above all keep faith in the eternal rightness of things. 

Life is Hard by the yard But by the inch Life is a Church. Jean Gordon


Listen and Learn 

June 1941 

Please remember when you talk you are only repeating  what you already know – But if you listen you may learn something. 



In 2nd Kings 6:1-7 is related how Elisha met his problems. 

All along the pathway of life we encounter seemingly unbearable problems.  Some people give up without really trying, whereas others persevere to success.  According to an old Proverb:  If thou believe a thing be impossible thy unbelief will make it so.  But he that persevereth shall overcome all Difficulties.


Dedicated to Missionary Pioneers Family 

John (xxxxx) And wife  (xxxxx)

How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of him that brings the 
Good tidings.

 Transcriber's Notes:

Phrase is from the Bible, Isaiah 52:7.


1939 Buttons and Goards. 

When asked about my hobbies I just like to know about them and enjoy them in my mind – seems a form of personal ornamentation but my hobbys like my own innate value is something hidden untouchable by alien hands.  Gay


The Blue Ribbon pictured (at right) reads:





West Virginia Publishers Association
National Editorial Association 1946
Thursday, June 6, 1946 


Recently the blasphemous use of a flaming cross on Stone Mountain to advertise a Ku Klux money-getting campaign brought protests from Baptist and Methodist church leaders in Georgia. 

Almost at the same time the invasion by vandals of two Christian churches in Texas, with the burning of one building and the destruction of Bibles in the other, brought sharp condemnation from Jewish leaders who were meeting in Texas at the time and the immediate proffer of funds by the Jews to help repair the destruction caused by the vandals. 

In both instances, the Jews and the Christians voiced an appeal for a sense of decency that will better serve the interests of all humanity.

Impressive was a warning from Dr. Louie D. Newton, for years a militant Baptist leader in a state which is predominantly Baptist: 

“The cross is not to be burned, but borne.  It is not something to be exploited, but experienced.  Its glory is not seen in flames of hate, but only in the light of love.” 

“And Jesus,” said Dr. Newton, “in turn calls upon His followers to take up their cross, denying themselves, and to follow Him – follow Him in self-forgetting missions of good will unto all men of all races, all creeds, all nations, all conditions of need.”

Dr. Pierce Harris, a leader in Georgia Methodism, says all ministers are lamenting the fact that any organization functions to create discord at the present time. 

An Episcopal clergyman warns that the world’s history shows how, at the end of exhaustive wars, there is always a flood of organizations which prey on tired minds with an appeal for hatred and prejudice.

When men learn to respect the teachings of Christianity, the attitude toward strife and dissension will change.


External Links referencing script above:

[Louis D. Newton on The New Georgia Encyclopedia]
[Pierce Harris on the Pitts Theology Library Archives]

The data below is the text printed on the reverse side of the newspaper clipping shown immediately above.  It is being provided for its historical relevance.

External Link referencing script below:

[Warren Robinson Austin on Biographical Directory of the United States Congress]
[Edward R. Stettinius, Jr.- copies of letters - from the Truman Library]
[Stettinius and Austin on the United Nations]


President Truman yesterday selected Senator Warren R. Austin, Vermont Republican, to be America's representative on the United Nations Security Council.

The appointment will not become effective until next January.  The White House explained that a constitutional limitation prevents Austin from succeeding now to the position just resigned by Edward R. Stettinius, Jr.

Until Austin can take over, at the end of the senate term to which he was elected, Herschel Johnson will represent the United States in United Nations affairs.  Johnson has been serving as deputy American representative.

Austin will, however, resign his senate seat at once and be named special representative of the President with the rank of ambassador, to serve as an adviser to Johnson.



“We know a war is on,”
She softly said:  “Our boy has gone!
You needn’t say to us:  ‘Give all,
Lest Freedom’s starry flag shall fall.’
We’ve given all against such doom.
Upstairs we have an empty room. 

“We shudder when loud men declare
As yet of war we’re not aware,
To us the danger well is known
Our boy is in the battle zone!
We carry anxious hearts by day
And for his safety nightly pray.

“Aware of war!  Step in and see
This home where laughter used to be,
Gone are the feet which raced the stair
And there is stillness everywhere.
Give all, till victory is won!
We have, We’ve given the cause a son.” 

Men should be careful how they speak.
Who waits for letters week by week,
Counts hours and miles and dwells with dread.
Walks daily around an empty bed
Needs no reminding voice to tell
That war has come, She knows too well.



A realization of the sacrifice young men are forced to make because of war stands out first in the mind of Eleanor Roosevelt after a mid-day visit with American soldiers in Australia, the president’s wife said in an interview today.   

“What those years mean to a young life, what that period means to the millions of boys who gave up school careers and other pursuits I cannot forget,” she said.  “It is the thing which impressed me most in visiting our boys out here.” 

Mrs. Roosevelt spent a “comparatively” light day for her, traveling only 500 miles by airplane, appearing at two Red Cross clubs, two receptions and one hospital, and making four speeches.



Each day brings back sweet memories of mother dear,
Each memory brings a tear.
Deep within our hearts we cherish,
Sweet sacred thoughts of one we loved so dear.



I think I always knew you’d volunteer
But when the hour to say good-bye had come 
I would have caught you close and held you fast
Within the magic circle we call home. 

I’d meant to speak some words of courage, dear,
To say:  “Fight till the victory’s won,
And if you be on land or on the sea
May God protect and keep you safe, my son. 

But when at last you took me in your arms
And smiling softly said:  “Good-bye now, Mom –“
My tongue refused the task I’d set for it
And I stood there as one new-stricken dumb. 

I found no heartening words to say to you
Because my heart kept crying out its fears;
I had to man the floodgates desperately
Lest I should send you from me bathed in tears. 

But I must not sit wringing futile hands,
Not when there is so much for hands to do;
You take your training son, and I’ll take mine –
In total war there is a home front, too.


And when the Lordly Grandfather white-pine green with boughs, “Goes down with a great shout upon the ground” “And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.”  And in my heart.  Gay 1938 

Written 3 days after we cut the old pine tree in front.


External Links referencing script above:

[From the poem "Lincoln, Man of the People" at Edwin Markham Poems]
[From the Edwin Markham Poem as mentioned on Harvard Square Library]


For Bob.  I am somewhere in the sunlight.  My call is in the winds soft sign.  And with the flowers I came again and again.  Spring birds are but my messenger.  The moon is my silver car.  And every star my wishful watching eye. 

Mother 1938 

Written the eve we found the leather bark trees.



Internal Link referencing script above:

[Robert Spiker at the Spiker Family Gathering Place]