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I asked Pert where these people were buried, because I knew they were not buried in the Coal Hill Cemetery with the rest of the Weathers
family. Pert, Steven, and I set out one Sunday afternoon to find the cemetery where
they were buried. We went out and crossed I-40 at the
47-mile marker and went on the old wire road. We tried to get over to where they were buried, but couldn’t seem to find the right road. It
started to rain and turned dark. We were going through the woods and this made it even darker. Steven was only 9 and began to get scared.
Maybe because we were looking for a cemetery in the first place. We turned back without finding it, but came back the
next Sunday with my
brother, Jack. We crossed the interstate at the 47-mile marker and went on to the wire road
and turned right. We went about 3 miles to the
Mt. Vernon cemetery and turned south. We then went under the interstate and turned back west for about a half mile. We then turned south and
we went up the hill. At the top of the hill there was a gate and we parked the car. We walked about 500 yards down the other side of this
hill and Pert got off of the
road on the west side and started looking for the place. Jackie was sure there wouldn’t be any tombstones for
he had hunted this area quite often and had never seen them. Pert found them after a short time and the tombstones were still
there. Josh, Tenny, Elizabeth, and Henry Weathers were still standing. After this, I knew I wanted to do something
but didn’t know just what. This book
is what I came up with.
In 1978, at Christmas time Woodrow made a speech at a church in Coal Hill, 100 years to the day after the first
Christmas tree was held
in town. This is the speech he made.
According to Dale Carnegie, who teaches "How to Win Friends and Influence People", the first thing you do when you are telling something
is to give a date and tell it like it is. In other words, tell the truth. Of course that is no problem for me. I am known at "Honest
George".
It all began May 28, 1909. On this date, Chock and Nora called Dr. Blakely and said "Hurry Doc, George Woodrow Weathers is on his way!"
Doc stopped by the cabbage patch and picked up Woody and brought him to the Weathers.
They said, "Didn’t you make a mistake? You brought a
head of cabbage instead of a baby boy." Dad asked Dr.
Blakely how much he owed him, and he said, "not much because he doesn’t look as
thought he will ever amount to much". Truer words were never spoken. Dr. Blakely knew what he was talking about. Dad said he would give a
rusty old cultivator. Doc Blakely said " I will take it, but you are getting cheated. You are getting the bad
end of the deal."
I grew up to the age of 5 ½ and Mr. I.V. Wells came by and told my Dad to start me in school. He said, "That boy is old
enough to eat
hay and dumb enough to enjoy it". I went on to school until I was 13 and Mr. Jim Boen said "Hey Woody, have you noticed that little blonde
Ferguson girl?" He said "I think you should start going with her"
so I did. I got a job dusting the seats at the Joyland Theater so I could
keep an eye on her.
November 22, 1930, I asked that little blonde doll to marry me and she did. Living from pillar to post, we did not
have a pot which was
alright with us because we did not even have a window.
Finally came December 12, 1942 (age 33). Uncle Sam said "I want you". After looking at me, he said " I don’t know
why I want you, but I
can’t change my mind now. Ha, Ha, Ha." Wasn’t too funny to me, but Uncle Sam seemed to
get a kick out of it.
The fellow who wrote the song "There’s No Place Like Home" certainly knew what he was talking about. I was
real homesick and I wrote home
to my folks telling them how much I missed my friends, how much I missed my mom’s cooking. I even told them how much I missed the little pot
under the bed. My mom wrote back and said
"Son, you always did miss the little pot under the bed".
Now I have mentioned several dates in the last two minutes. Now this most important date we will always remember. Nearly two thousand
years ago, a Baby was born. Wise men from afar came bringing him gifts. They bowed down and worshipped him, and since that December 25th,
people all over the world have celebrated His birthday. That
is the reason we are here tonight. Each year we come together, meet our dear
friends and wish each other the best, and you know it is not just words when you with your friends a happy holiday. You really mean it.
All of these 69 years, life had been good to me. I have been blessed with good parents, good companion, good friends. If I could change
one thing, I would not.
I am proud to have been a son-in-law of Mr. And Mrs. Ferguson. I think a lot of you are proud to have known them too, because you have
built this beautiful church as a memorial in their honor.
In closing, I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Woodrow Weathers
Woodrow moved to Fort Smith in the 1940’s and became the manager of the Rodgers Furniture Store. He was the manager for almost 30 years,
before he retired in 1977. He has been a member of the Rodeo Chamber of Commerce for years. He is now retired and living at his home in Fort
Smith. He and Helen have been married for years and
they are still very much in love.
Woodrow told me, not to long ago, that he and Helen have made a will leaving everything they have to
crippled children.
I have owned three new cars up until now: a 1965 Ford, a 1976 Ford, and I recently bought a 1979
Ford Fairmont.
We have had two of our Weathers pictured in the newspaper this year. They are below and self-explanatory. In conclusion, I want to say that every one of these 70 pages are blank on the back. If you want to add anything to this
book over the
years, write on the back of these pages. If I live 20 more years, I expect to write my memoirs.
I would like to express my thanks to Lora, Pert, Edith, Celia, Claudine, Woodrow, Helen, Shirley, Geni Myers, Greta Roberson, and many
others, who have helped me with this book.
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