I have been cooking the best food in the world for the past weeks since I discovered the Fleming Fruit Stand; they have wonderful fresh produce and fruit available and we are really enjoying their bounty!
I have discovered a new way to cream fresh corn and i want to share it with you;
Once the corn is cut from the cob I put it in the food processor with just a bit of half and half or cream and process it until it resembles mush. I add fresh ground pepper and a dash of lemon pepper. I then put it in a large skillet sprayed with cooking spray and just about two tablespoons of oil over medium high heat. i let the pan heat up for about a minute, then I add the corn, stirring continually until the extra liquid cooks out, about two to threee minutes. I cover it until we are ready to eat and it gets rave reviews!
I also have been getting large tomatoes at the fruit stand and one is enough for the meal. I core and peel the tomato ( yes, this old Southern girl peels her tomatoes) and then slice it rather thinly.
Often I will add roasted asparagus 9 oiled and seasoned, 15 minutes at 425), or baked okra ( same procedure).
Lately I have been getting new potatoes and boiling them with fresh dill and chives until they are tender.
All of the above put together makes the most incredibly tasty meal! I eat my tomatoes with the corn with a dab of mayonnaise and that is a taste sensation! Who needs dessert when there is food like this available?
When September came, Judy enrolled and began her second year of college at Georgia Southern College (University) and Marvin entered the tenth grade at Statesboro High School.
About this time the Church Secretary, Mrs. June Weaver, decided to resign her position and DeWitt, ever the creative thinker, arranged for Grace and Judy to fill the position. Besides being a worthwhile and interesting use of Grace’s time, the job paid enough to help with Judy’s tuition at Georgia Southern. Grace went to the Office each morning and did the bookkeeping and answered the phone, and Judy came in between classes to do the typing and duplicating.
The major effort each week was to preparation of the Church Bulletin. DeWitt and Judy would start each Monday morning with the information for that week’s Bulletin and get a perfect copy ready to take to Kenan Print Shop where the Bulletin would be printed and ready for pick-up on Thursday. On Thursday the copies would be picked up and Grace and Judy, and DeWitt also, would fold the copies, use the addressing machine to print Congregational addresses on each one and bundle them for mailing. Judy would then walk them across the street to the Post Office and they would be sent out.
One afternoon in late October, Grace and Judy were out riding around, becoming more familiar with the city, and they happened to drive down Moore Street where they spotted a house for sale! It was set off the road a bit in the midst of shade trees and looked very inviting. They immediately went and picked up DeWitt and took him to look at the house. He agreed that it looked much better than where they were living, so he arranged to see the inside. Once they saw the inside, they were SOLD! It was spacious with a large kitchen, dining room, den, living room and three bedrooms and, above all, two bathrooms! DeWitt wasted no time in calling the owner, John Godbee, of Brooklet, and he agreed to rent the house to the Church! The Family was ecstatic and moving preparations began! They moved in a few days time and began to enjoy their new home; DeWitt, Grace and Judy cooked to their heart’s content and they entertained guests at every opportunity. In December they decorated the house completely and happily celebrated Christmas.
In March of the new year, word came that the Church had decided to buy a house for a parsonage. They did not feel that the house on Moore Street adequately represented the Church, so they wanted a nicer one. The one they selected was on Lakeview Road and it had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a full daylight basement. There was a half bath in the basement. Beautiful second-hand furniture was found at Waters Furniture company and thus the Family moved again, making three moves in less than a year!
The family room or tv room was set up in the basement. Great was the dismay and shock experienced the first time the basement flooded and the tv set was standing in water! A sump pump was brought in and soon corrected the problem.
The yard of the new parsonage was large and lovely with plenty of room for DeWitt to experiment with beautification. He discovered that there was a natural artesian spring running through the property and he had a bulldozer brought in and directed the digging of a reflection pool! He landscaped the banks of the pool and stocked it with fish!
The Church organ was a real treasure; it had been built in 1960 by the Cassavant Company in Canada. Mrs. Floyd delighted in putting it through its paces and showing off its abilities each Sunday. It was decided that an organ concert should be given and Dr. Jack Brochek, head of the Music Department at Georgia Southern, and an accomplished organist, was asked to come and show what the organ could do.
A large congregation gathered one Sunday evening for the organ Concert. The Choir also was fully robed and assembled in the choir stalls which ran along either side of the divided Chancel area. Judy was siting in the Choir, on the front seat at the far right end;
as the organist crashed down in mighty chords and crescendos, Judy suddenly felt something fall into her hair! As unobtrusively as possible she reached up to brush whatever it was out of her hair and a lizard fell onto her sleeve, shaken loose from its perch in the high rafters by the vibrations of the organ!
To her everlasting credit, Judy did not scream, or cry out, or jump up and run out; no, she simply brushed the lizard off onto the floor and it went on about its business, giving Judy a story to repeat over and over for many years!
NEXT TIME; LIFE IN A COLLEGE TOWN CONTINUES
OUTSIDE VIEW OF FIRST UNITED METHODIST CHURCH, STATESBORO, GEORGIA
When last we visited with the Family, newly arrived in Statesboro, they were making their way to the first Service of their new ministry. DeWitt would shortly don the rest of the liturgical regalia and the Service would begin. Let’s visit the Service for a bit to find out what happens.
This Worship Service was more formal than DeWitt was accustomed to, so he was a trifle nervous. However, it all proceeded without a hitch. First came the magnificent organ prelude with Mrs. Waldo Floyd at the organ, playing a spirited Bach Toccata, then the Processional Hymn, during which the Acolytes and Choir processed to their appointed places. The Service continued with the Invocation, Prayer of Confession, Silent Meditation and Words of Assurance, concluding with The Lord’s Prayer.
Then the Choir sang the Anthem of the day, led by Director of Music John E. Hathcock, accompanied by Mrs. Floyd at the organ.
The Responsive Reading, Gloria and The Apostle’s Creed followed the Anthem. Then came the Pastoral prayer with Choral Amen and the Announcements.
The Offering and Offertory were next concluding with the Presentation of the Titles and Offerings with the Doxology.
A Congregational Hymn followed with the the Sermon by the Pastor.
The Service concluded with the Recessional Hymn, during which the Acolytes and Choir left the Chancel area, then the Benediction with a Choral Response, sung from the Narthex. The organ Postlude marked the final part of the Service.
Below is a copy of the Order of Service from the Bulletin of January 17, 1965:
Here is a view of the Church Altar and a full view of the Sanctuary interior so that you may appreciate the true beauty of this architectural gem, modeled after a cathedral in Italy:
After this momentous First Sunday, the Family settled in to become involved in the life of the Church and to explore what it needed to do in the way of true Service.
Next time: Anecdotes from their Ministry!
Author’s Note: It has been some time since I picked up the threads of this story due to life being more hectic than usual! However, it has been on my mind and heart and so it is with great pleasure that I take it up again!
When Moving Day came in June of 1962 the Family was really excited to head toward Statesboro in the 1957 BelAir Chevrolet and the 1950 Mercury; the journey was not long and was made without incident.
When we pulled into the yard of the address we had been given on Highway 80, we discovered that the Church had begun using the two story brick parsonage beside the Church building as offices and Sunday school rooms, and that they were currently renting this house as a parsonage.
There was a large crowd on hand to greet us, in fact they were spilling from the small house! We soon discovered that the house had 3 bedrooms but only one bathroom! It was not centrally cooled, but did have a window AC unit or two and an attic fan. The beds were not on bad frames, but were rolling on wheels! There was a small sunroom across the back and a kitchen, small dining room and living room completed the house.
Many of our things could not fit into this house ( Dad’s books were taken to the Pastor’s Study in the old parsonage next to the Church); the rest of our boxes were put into storage! We missed having our familiar things around us and visible, but they just simply would not fit. However, we had managed to keep out the silver service given to us as a leaving gift in Quitman, so that was homey.
The kitchen was adequate for cooking, so we were able to settle in with good meals to enjoy. One of the most delicious dishes Dad cooked there was baked ham with red-eye gravy and grits! It was mouthwatering! Dad fixed this treat when his Brother Milton’s Son Herbert came to eat with us; he was a student at Georgia Southern and was happy to get a home cooked meal!
All in all we made the best of the situation .
When the first Sunday morning came and there were four adults trying to get ready for the first Sunday in a new Church, and just one bathroom, it was certainly less than ideal!
Dad had found out that ministers in this Church wore formal liturgical vestments and so began a new adventure in worship, formal worship!
Dad had been able to order a liturgical shirt from Cokesbury and that first Sunday morning Grace stood perliously on the foot of their bed to fasten the liturgical collar and place the shirt studs which held it in place. The surplice or cotta which was worn over the shirt and pants was waiting at the Church. Somehow we made it!
Next time: more about the Service itself !
I was told from the time I was old enough to absorb such information that the table at Grandmother Shippey’s house had come to her from Grandma Williamson.
No one still living seems to know who Grandma Williamson was! i have done a great deal of research into this topic, and finally found out that she was Grandmother Shippey’s half sister Matilda Williamson, wife of James A. Williamson, and who lived in Damascus, Georgia. She was a schoolteacher.
She died in 1928 and thus the beautiful oak table, round without its leaves and oval with them, came to live with Willa Estelle.
All during thelives of her children, grandchildren and even a few great-grandchildren the table remained a constant in their lives; it was always there, no matter the occasion. It was there for family reunions when the older children, who were away from home working or living, would come home, bringing with them their families. It was there when in 1940 Lovick Pierce Shipey, Jr., married Elizabeth Middleton. It was there when Lovick Pierce Shippey, Sr. passed away and the whole Community of Morgan, Georgia saw to it that the table was laden with food!
It was there through all the happenings, happy and sad, that filled the lives of the Shippeys until 1968.
In March of that year Willa Estelle suffered a heart attack from which she did not recover. Again, the table mourned her loss with the rest of the Family. At that time her household belongings were packed up and the lovely old table went to live in the barn of Lovick Pierce Shippey, Jr.
However, life was not over for the old oak table!
In 1973, Lovick DeWitt Shippey retired from the Methodist ministry and began to furnish a home of his own, rather than the furnished parsonages his family had occupied through the years. He wanted “Mama’s table” to be a part of his new home. He talked with his Brothers and they all agreed that he could certainly have the table; no one else needed it.
DeWitt borrowed a truck and proceed to Morgan to pick up the table; he was going to bring the old buffet also, but years of barn life had not been kind to it and it would not make the trip.
The table needed some help also, so DeWitt found someone who could reveneer the top and side and restain to bring out the lovely honey oak finish.
When it was set up in the new dining room of the house on MacArthur Drive in Hinesville, Georgia, everyone who saw it marveled at how lovely it was for its age. There was no maker’s mark underneath it, but from the way it was constructed it was estimated that it about 100 years old then. Add to that the ensuing forty six years and that certainly puts it nearing the two century mark. It has earned its retirement!
During our second year in Savannah, DeWitt was really enjoying his tenure as Chaplain of Candler Hospital ( the old building downtown near Forsyte Park), Grace enjoyed our new home and being active with the ladies of Wesley Monumental United Methodist Church, Marvin was happy with a group of boys to play with ( they loved whiffle ball) and going to Wilder Junior High School, and Judy was a freshman at Armstrong Junior College 9 when it was located in the downtown mansions near Forsythe Park) and she also was serving as DeWitt’s secretary in her off class time. She would ride into town with DeWitt in the mornings in time for her first class and for the rest of the day she would got to classes, walk across the Park to the Hospital and take care of the correspondence DeWitt needed done ( enjoying his brand new Smith Corona electric typewriter) and repeat the process until DSeWitt got ready to leave for home. She became a familiar figure in the Hospital, exploring each of the three floors and carrying messages where needed.
During a visit to Savannah by her Aunt Bertha (DeWitt’s younger Sister) from her home on Lake Geneva at Keystone Heigfhts, Florida) Aunt Bertha made biscuits. These biscuits were unlike any Judy had enjoyed before; Grace’s biscuits were crisp and flaky, easy to break apart when being cut. Tasty but crisp. The biscuits Aunt Beertha made were incredibly soft and tender all the way through and mouth watering! They were wonderful hot or cold. How Judy wished later that she had paid more attention to the biscuit making process!
When Grandmother Shippey visited in Savannah Judy discovered that she made biscuits the same way her Daughter Bertha did!
Somehow the biscuit making method just did not get revealed at that time; more on biscuits later!
As their second year was drawing to a close the Family discovered that they were going to move again! DeWitt was being replaced as Chaplain in order for the Hospital to obtain the services of a minister who was clinically trained. This was a real blow! Soon it was time for the Appointments to be made at Annual Conference and DeWitt left to attend. The rest of the Family huddled anxiously by the phone at home. They began to have rumors filtered back that they would move to the Church in Cuthbert. That seemed to be solid so they went to bed Thursday evening believing that they were Cuthbert bound! That was not Go’s plan; at 3:45 in the morning the phone rang and it was DeWitt with the news that at the last minute the Minister in Cuthbert went back for another year and with Appointments as problamatical as they were, the First Church in Statesboro had opened up and they were moving there! That was a blessing beyond description in several ways; Judy had applied at three colleges to continue her education and had been accepted; thankfully Georgia Southern in Statesboro was one of the three! She could live at home and save money! In addition, the church in Statesboro was unlike any church in the Conference; it was an architectural jewel modeled after a cathedral in Italy! They had a formal Service and this was a real opportunity for DeWitt and the Famiy to grow spiritually in exploring a new way to worship and other new experiences; another Blessing!
The family packed the books, the lamps and Tyke and headed to Statesboro!
Next time: worship in a cathredral and life in a college town!
In the Spring of 1960 we began to get glimmerings that we might be moving in June from Vidalia. There was an opening ffor a Minister to be the Chaplain of Candler Hospital in Savannah.
At that time the Hospital consisted of a main building downtown near Forsythe Park and the Telfair Hospital for Women and Babies located a few blocks away.
This was rather a prestigious appointment and DeWitt was eager to have it.
He was also thrilled for Marvin and me to have the advantages a large city offered.
When it was certain that DeWitt would appointed to the Chaplaincy we found out that a house or a parsonage was not included and that we would need to provide our own housing. This was very exciting in itself because we had never bought a house of our own before; we had always lived in parsonages.
Knowing little or nothing about obtaining housing in Savannah, we made many trips between Vidalia and Savannah to find a home. DeWitt obtained the services of a realtor to help. She first showed us older homes downtown, near the Hospital, but nothing was suitable. We then branched out a little farther toward the southside, but again we found nothing. The deadline was fast approaching when we absolutely had to find a house to meet the moving date and we kept looking.
At that time there were two subdivisions on the southside; Paradise Park and Windsor Forest. The extension of Abercorn Street was not even in the planning stages and Abercorn stopped at DeRenne Avenue. The only access road to the southside was White Bluff Road.
We toured Windsor Forest first and liked the newer homes and the spacious development. However, the houses were too close together to suit us so on we went to Paradise Park. There were two houses on Keystone Drive which seemed adequate; we chose one which had a large oak tree in the backyard and no house on one side. It also had a nice view of the marsh and we loved it!
Mother and I were thrilled with our new kitchen; it had custom made cabinets by the Wilmington Cabinet company and a turquoise blue sink, build in stovetop and built in oven!
There was no central air conditioning but with the breezes from the marsh and judicious use of electric fans we did not suffer.
When summer ended, we went about investigating our new schools; I, as a high school senior, would go to H.V. Jenkins High School while Marvin, an eighth grader, would go to Wilder Junior High School. On to school we went, riding Bus number 147 morning and afternoon.
During the summer we had become active in the Wesley Monumental Methodist Church; Marvin and i enjoyed the young people and Grace loved the ladies of the Philathea Sunday School Class. Mrs. Albert Trulock, the Minister’s wife, was the Teacher.
We soon discovered that we needed another vehicle; we lived eight miles from the Hospital and town and Grace was marooned at home each day when all of us left. DeWitt was able to buy a 1953 Mercury for $150.00 and before long Grace was happily piloting it all over Savannah!
DeWitt was keeping long hours at the Hospital, on call 24/7 just like a doctor, so the majority of the household responsibility was Grace’s.
So far we had not had the opportunity to sample the varied cuisines Savannah had to offer at that time; our go-to “eat out” meal was our favorite Krystal hamburgers at the corner of Victory Drive and Bee Road. We often picked up a sackful on our Sunday afternoon touring and exploring.
Soon the Hospital Administrator and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Aldine Rosser, invited us to go with them to the Prate’s House for dinner! We were excited by this opportunity and thoroughly enjoyed it! I was able to get my fill of fried shrimp and we had our first experience with Black Bottom Pie, a restaurant specialty.
After we ate, the Rossers drove us around a bit, even over the Talmadge Bridge into South Carolina!
There were many more adventures in store for the Family in Savannah, but for now let’s leave them to relish the taste of that Black Bottom Pie!