Sunday, February 24, 2008
Ganny Pies at Tinney Chapel Fourth Sunday Lunch 02-24-08
A Repentant Judas Iscariot at Tinney Chapel 02-24-08
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Cleaning & Blessing Crew at Tinney Chapel Today, 02-23-08
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Natural Healing is topic for Native American Fellowship Meeting at Tinney Chapel, 02-21-08
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Passing From This Life of Marie Gearner: 1913-2008
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TINNEY TALK, Observations by Joe Dan Boyd
MARIE SHAMBURGER GEARNER PASSED FROM THIS LIFE Tuesday evening, February 19, at Mother Frances Hospital in Tyler. Born in 1913, she would have been 95 on her next birthday, March 19. Marie was educated at Cartwright country school, near Quitman, and was a 1932 graduate of Winnsboro High School (WHS).
MARIE HAD BEEN A FAITHFUL MEMBER OF TINNEY CHAPEL since July, 1939, after her marriage to Elmer Gearner, who joined this church during a historic evening revival service of August 10, 1928, when 28 people were baptized. Forty four others also joined then by vow or certificate of transfer.
AMONG THE OTHERS BAPTIZED THAT EVENING were Ruby Fay Gearner, Elmer’s sister, Dovie Gearner, Elmer’s mother, and two Tinney sisters: Maude and Dolly. Dolly, a WHS classmate of Marie Shamburger, was my own mother, who died in 1936. Soon thereafter, Dolly’s two young sons (Tommy & Joe Dan Boyd) were adopted by Maude, who remained a close friend of Marie Gearner until her own death some 40 years later.
ELMER & MARIE WERE FARMERS OF ABOVE AVERAGE CALIBRE in this community, during a marriage that was blessed with three children: Elmer Wayne, now of DeSoto, Gailya, now of Winnsboro, and a member of Tinney Chapel, and Monty, now of Italy, near Waxahatchie.
MARIE’S HOMEMADE PEANUT CANDY was a favorite snack for the Domino and Forty-Two parties that Elmer and Marie hosted for friends during my youth. On such occasions, their oldest son, Elmer Wayne, my brother Tommy and I, all about the same age, forged friendships of such intensity that, when farm chores allowed, we played cowboy games with holstered cap pistols and speedy stick horses, swam in many of the community stock tanks, did a little fishing and engaged in serious discussions about the meaning of life.
OUR BOYISH BEHAVIOR LIKELY AMUSED GAILYA, Wayne’s younger sister, who, even as a youth, was very close to her mother, from whom she inherited the essential instincts of ladylike language and litany that we have come to respect and love. It was a unique era for all of us, perhaps best remembered for the leadership, mentorship, parental supervision and spiritual vision of Elmer & Marie Gearner.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A Lenten Message from Pontius Pilate at Tinney Chapel 02-17-08
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Apostle John Comes To Tinney Chapel 02-10-08
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Fun & Fellowship at Tinney Chapel's Valentine Supper, 02-09-08
Waiting for YOU tonight at Tinney Chapel's Valentine Supper 02-09-08
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Season of Lent Begins at Tinney Chapel 02-06-08
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Tinney Chapel Communion Worship 02-03-08
Friday, February 01, 2008
The Passing of Roger Williams: 1932-2008
Obituary for Roger H. Williams
Roger H. Williams, of Winnsboro, passed away Tuesday, January 29, 2008 at the age of 75. He was born in New Bern, North Carolina on June 28, 1932 to the late James E. and Blanche Hancock Williams. He was a graduate of Wake Forest University, a veteran of the U.S. Army, serving during the Korean Conflict in occupied Germany. He was a retired Civil Servant for the Department of Defense, a Baptist, as well as an Eagle Scout. He married Nancy Newton on January 9, 1982 in New Bern, North Carolina. He was preceded in death by his parents, and one brother, James E. Williams, Jr. He is survived by his loving wife of 26 years, Nancy Williams of Winnsboro; one son, James Shirley and wife Stephanie of The Woodlands; two daughters, Teresa Williams of Highlands, New Jersey, Donna Fite and husband Randy of St. Louis, Missouri; one sister, Virginia Nichols of Buena Park, California; and was a loving grandfather to his six grandchildren, Joy Nyberg, Brooke Shirley, Olivia Shirley, Jamie Shirley, Stephen Shirley and Andrea Fite.
Funeral services for Roger were held at Beaty Funeral Home Chapel on Friday, Feb. 1, 2008, with Rev. David Rose and Dr. Leslie Mills officiating. Two musical selections were performed by Scott Bowman, Music Minister at First Baptist Church of Winnsboro: My Tribute and The Lord's Prayer. Another music selection, On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand, was included electronically.
Rev. Rose read from Chapter 5 of 2 Corinthians, and emphasized how Roger touched the lives of others. "To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord," Rev. Rose declared. In his prayer, Rev. Rose dwelt on Roger's sacrifices for his country, his family and his friends.
Dr. Mills read the Lazarus story from the Gospel of John, emphasizing that death is a transition to a better life. "Roger was strong in who he was," added Dr. Mills. "And, precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of His saints."
Interment was at Shady Grove Cemetery, where Rev. Rose read the 23rd Psalm. Pallbearers were John Futral, Jerald Brewer, Joe Dan Boyd, Tommy Boyd, Ronny Ellison and Jimmy Hamm.
Roger, a tribute by Helen Tinney Miller
I grew to know and understand Roger Williams after he moved to Texas, to which he came Reluctantly, with a capital R!
Roger left North Carolina only because of his love for Nan: He was a family man. I also know that he came from a good family, something I could sense through interactions and conversations with Roger.
He adjusted slowly, but eventually became a Texan!
His alma mater was Wake Forest University, but Roger finally could watch, and perhaps enjoy, Texas sports teams.
He never grew to be a “Southern drop-in,” however. He wanted to be showered and shaved when company came a-calling. His “drop-in philosophy” was one of the few things on which he and I were in total agreement.
However, I have seen him jump in his pickup truck and drive 20 miles, while in sweat-caked work clothes, to help a friend in a medical emergency.
He quietly did such things for others, and wanted no accolades for it.
John Deere was a name he learned to love in Texas, while spending quality time on his tractor, one of the true joys in his life. It was one of my joys to watch Roger’s thorough transformation from confirmed city slicker to comfortable country squire.
He loved being a Carolinian. He liked being a Texan. But, recognizing that his destiny was to move to a better place, Roger had his life in order, and has now moved upstairs.
We miss you, Roger!