IN LOVING MEMORY...

Yea, tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

~Psalm 23:4

Today we lost our beloved father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and husband of 70 years to his wife Beulah. Oliver Campbell passed away today at the age of 95. A self-made man, a Christian man, who, with a sixth grade education, built his own business from the ground up. Campbell Construction Co. eventually was joined by both his sons. Their contributions to our community and those surrounding us include churches, schools, hospitals, and many of the buildings on Main Street.
Oliver and Beulah had 3 children: Bo, Peggy, and Richard.
They have 4 grandchildren: Bob, Penny, Bart, and John
And three great-grandchildren: Kristen, Coleman, and Webber

He was a kind and loving man. He will be deeply missed by all who knew and

loved him.



Father & Son...

Oliver & Richard (2005)









John David with MawMaw and PawPaw (l988)

REST IN PEACE, PAWPAW

WHAT I LEARNED ON MY SUMMER VACATION...

Eagle at Drayton Harbor, Washington...

During my visit to the state of Washington recently, my friend and I went out shopping...yes, we did! When we checked out, she had one item, I had two. When the clerk rang up my purchase she asked if I wanted a bag. It seemed a strange question to me, and I responded, that yes, I would like a bag. As we were leaving I commented to my friend that I found her question a little strange. Growing up in a small town, I had always been taught that all merchandise bought must be carried out in a bag...and that is where my thoughts STOPPED... My friend patiently and tactfully explained to me that there is a movement in Seattle to discourage folks from using the plastic store bags when possible. Well, of course!!! What a great idea. I have never liked the thought that many years after I am gone from this old world that my kmart, kroger, etc. bags will still be around for future generations to wonder about...to wonder why previous generations had been so careless and thoughtless and lacking any imagination . Now when I go into a store for an item or two, I think about that trip and turn down the bag...I can't tell you how righteous I feel!!! One less bag in circulation.

Yes, I have reusable bags, they are in my car, I even laid one in the front floorboard but yet, I don't ever seem to think of them till I am in the checkout lane.

Just recently Seattle wanted to tax each bag at .25 a bag, fought by the plastic bag companies, the attempt was voted down. Big business gets its way once again, at least for the time being. Its clear that Western states are years ahead of us here in the South. And I thank you, Marcia, for educating me once again! HAPPY SHOPPING !!!

HALF ITS SIZE AND STILL GROWNING...

Webber admiring THE watermellon...what IS he thinking???

CELESTIAL ARTISTRY...

Sunset on Drayton Harbor, WA.

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me

You know when I sit and when I rise

You perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down

You are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue You know it completely

O Lord

You hem me in-behind and before

You have laid your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me

too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?

Where can I flee from Your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, You are there

if I make my bed in the depths, You are there

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there Your had will guide me

Your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say "Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,"

Even the darkness will not be dark to You:

the night will shine like the day

for darkness is as light as You.

For You created my inmost being:

You knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made:

Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from You

when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

Your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me were written in Your book

before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.

When I awake, I am still with You.

Psalms 139

STILL GROWING...