Judy Goff Writes About Anita Beaty
January 23, 2013
Thirty plus years ago Judy Goff and Anita Beaty worked together for three years in Conway, South Carolina. Waccamaw (EOC) Economic Opportunity Council was an agency funded through President Johnson’s Great Society endeavor. Under the Waccamaw EOC umbrella viable programs such as Head Start, Summer Food Programs, Right to Read, Weatherization and Adult Reading Academy flourished.
Recently over the holidays these two women reconnected through Facebook. I read what Judy wrote, and I asked her permission to share it with my readers. As I prepared to write I asked Anita to tell me about Judy Goff, what she was like. Anita brightened and said,”She was smart, creative, energetic, funny, thirsty to learn and grow, eager to be mentored and just downright adorable.”
The following was written by Judy Goff who lives in Conway, South Carolina, with her husband and three children. With Judy Goff’s permission I publish the following:
“Anita, I just want to say – – you are simply unforgettable – – you had such an impact on my life. I was a very sheltered southern girl who had never ventured too far beyond my own state’s borders. You opened up a whole new world for me – – truly. You made me realize the world was so much bigger than my little corner, and your creative and energetic personality just sparkled. I had never known anyone like you, so smart and so capable and so independent with the ability to think outside the box. On your own, you wrote and ran programs that improved the lives of those less fortunate, those who had fallen through the cracks of our society.
My job with the Reading Program remains the very best job I have ever had. Do you remember the day we spent in the woods cutting and delivering firewood to the people in the Longs Area, some of whom had no other means to heat their homes? You arranged with the landowner, was it Ralph Ellis, to allow us to cut and chop the wood? I still remember some of the little women wanting to comb their hair and to freshen up for the pictures we took that day. Remember how we cooked a big pot of stew over a fire in the woods; it was actually good, wood chips and all.
I see you perfectly in my mind’s eye, and I think of you often. I cannot imagine the lives you have touched throughout your career. And to think you’ve been in SPORTS ILLUSTRATED! That just blows me away. Anyway, Anita, I just love you. You took me on a magic carpet ride, and it was a blast. I think you are practically perfect in every way. I would love to get together. You just name the place and time, and I’ll be there with bells on. Judy
Note: Published by permission given by Ms. Judy Lane Goff
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 23, 2013
A Prayer From A Friend
January 22, 2013
A kind friend gave me this prayer; with love I share it with you.
Too late have I loved you. O Beauty so ancient. O Beauty so new. Too late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside myself, and there I sought you! In my weakness I ran after the beauty of the things you have made. You were with me, but I was not with you. The things you have made kept me from you – – the things which would have no being unless they existed in you! You have called, you have cried, and you have pierced my deafness. You have radiated forth, you have shined out brightly, and you have dispelled my blindness. You have sent forth your fragrance, and I have breathed it in, and I long for you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst for you. You have touched me, and I ardently desire your peace.
Note: This prayer brings to mind Francis Thompson’s, THE HOUND OF HEAVEN, whose first few lines go something like this:
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him; and under running laughter.
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 22, 2013
“Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.”
January 21, 2013
By March of 1536, economic conditions for the poor in England had reached such depths that even Henry VIII and Master Secretary, Thomas Cromwell wanted to help.
Hilary Mantel in her, BRING UP THE BODIES, captures the everlasting truth of, “Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.” The following paragraphs are quoted from pp. 204-05.
“In March, Parliament knocks back his poor law. It was too much for the Commons to digest, that rich men might have some duty to the poor; that if you get fat, as gentlemen of England do, on the wool trade, you have some responsibility to the men turned off the land, the labourers without labour, the sowers without a field. England needs roads, forts, harbours, bridges. Men need work. It’s a shame to see them begging their bread, when honest labour could keep the realm secure. Can we not put them together, the hands and the task?
“But Parliament cannot see how it is the state’s job to create work. Are not these matters in God’s hands, and is not poverty and dereliction part of his eternal order? To everything there is a season: a time to starve and a time to thieve. If rain falls for six months solid and rots the grain in the fields, there must be providence in it; for God knows his trade. It is an outrage to the rich and enterprising, to suggest that they should pay an income tax, only to put bread in the mouths of the workshy. And if Secretary Cromwell argues that famine provokes criminality: well, are there not hangmen enough?”
Note: In January 1849, Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr wrote his famous quote: literal translation, “The more it changes, the more it’s the same thing.” Our translation is, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Happy Inauguration Day in the United States!! And God bless America!!
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 21, 2013
January 4. 2013 The Tenth Day Of Christmas
January 5, 2013
On the tenth day of Christmas
Jack Hardin sent to me
Ten Lords a quaking
Nine mothers weeping
Eight maids all nursing
Seven worms a squirming
Six vats of Kool Ade
Five golden necklaces
Four fingers shooting the bird
Three bogus letters signed Greg Pridgeon
Two Innovation Delivery Team members
And a family living in a pear tree
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 5, 2013
January 3, 2013 The Ninth Day Of Christmas
January 3, 2013
On the ninth day of Christmas United Way’s Protip Biswas sent to me
Nine mothers weeping
Eight maids all nursing
Seven worms all squirming
Six vats of Kool Ade
Five golden necklaces
Four fingers shooting the bird
Three bogus letters signed Greg Pridgeon
Two Innovation Delivery Team members
And a family living in a pear tree.
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 3, 2013
January 2, 2013 The Eighth Day Of Christmas
January 2, 2013
On the eighth day of Christmas
Vince “Gateway” Smith sent to me
Eight maids all nursing
Seven worms a squirming
Six vats of Kool Ade
Five golden necklaces
Four fingers shooting the bird
Three bogus letters signed Greg Pridgeon
Two Innovation Delivery Team members
And a family living in a pear tree.
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 2, 2013
January 1, 2013 The Seventh Day of Christmas
January 1, 2013
On the seventh day of Christmas
A.J. “We’re all kind of mystified “ Robinson sent to me
Seven worms a squirming
Six vats of Kool Ade
Five golden necklaces
Four fingers shooting the bird
Three bogus letters signed Greg Pridgeon
Two Innovation Delivery Team members
And a family living in a pear tree.
Note: While many readers are enjoying the Christmas cheer in my recent pieces, they are at the same time wondering who are these people and what is the significance of their various gifts sent to “me.” Following the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I’ll publish a glossary explaining the names, their middle names and the significance of their gifts. For today’s Seventh Day of Christmas, I will say that A. J. Robinson is the top man at the downtown “muscle” called Central Atlanta Progress. The late Dan Sweat, while he was president of Central Atlanta Progress, and I shared the podium at the Buckhead based Atlanta Junior League. Imagine that! During a friendly conversation before we spoke, Dan said to me that mayors of Atlanta come and go, but CAP remains constant. His expression told me precisely what he meant.
Robinson was deposed twice in the ongoing law suits against the City, CAP, etc. I was present for one of his grillings. I have a garden that today boasts thriving arugula, Swiss chard, kale, lettuce, totsoi and collards. I buy earth worms from TRULY LIVING WELL on Hilliard Street in downtown Atlanta. The worms squirm vigorously whenever they are exposed to the light. The light makes them dig into the dirt for cover. I have read thousands of pages of TEAM GOLIATH depositions: Debi Starnes, Richard Orr, Horace Sibley, Shirley Franklin to name a few. What these leaders of our city said under oath brings to mind my garden.
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22:16
January 1, 2013