I was thinking about my Dear, and Old Bestest Friend this morning, and some of you were not on my Genealogy Mail Group when this was sent out in 2001. I just thought I'd share these precious memories with you, and yours. We need to slow down, and smell the roses of life, and appreciate just how unique each and every Friend is. The way our Life compliment each other's Lives, and the phone call, card, E-mails that mysteriously come in just when you need them to brighten your day. I see the Divine Creator's Hand in this. The American Indian has what they call Indian Time. We breathe, walk, drive, and live a little bit slower than others. Nor do we carry Stress Management Cards. The next time you see a precious Friend; You should stop, talk, and spend some time with them. The next time you see an enemy; Envision them surrounded by the Creator's Divine Light, and you'll began to smile instead of putting on a grim face at them. Who knows? You might become Friends.
I cherish each, and everyone of you,
Rolling Thunder(Cousin Jeff)
Sent: Saturday, September 29, 2001 10:25 PM
Subject: In Memory Clarence Lacy Justice
I have sad news to report. Clarence Lacy Justice passed from this world on Thursday, 27th September, 2001, at approximately 11:45AM. My Bestest Friend, as Clarence used to call me. He was my Bestest Friend, through who's eyes I could see over 100yrs into the past. I will miss bringing him soft after dinner mints, in return for a treasure trove of Family History, and Stories. Our talks were not all serious. Sometimes they would shift to humorous, but gentile tales of a long ago childhood:
"I used to keep a pet rabit, and I was scared to let him go, for I thought that he would starve to death".
"We would have a dance, and a play every Saturday night until daylight. We would pull pranks on each other. My sister(Lounda) told a guy(Charlie Ford) she could make a glass of water float in the air to the ceiling. She told him just to look up at the ceiling. Then she poured the glass of water down his back."
We would both laugh loudly. I for one am glad to have been blessed with Clarence's company, and Friendship. Our thoughts, and Prayers are with the Family members who are on their way to Hillsville, Virginia. There, to lay to rest, my Bestest Friend.
Talks with Clarence Lacy Justice 97Yrs old on 18 June & 13 August, 2000. Clarence the son of Albert Justice and Martha Deskins was born 15 December, 1903. The following stories were told during this interviews:
Working on a Railroad
I left home at the age of 16 years old, and went to work for the railroad. I stayed at this job for 60 years until retirement. During World War II I was kept in reserve. The railroad told the government, due to my knowledge of shipping freight, personnel, and equipment, that I was much too valuable for the War effort at home, and that they could not spare me. After the War was over, they sent me, and my wife on what they called "A trip to the moon". An all expense paid trip to California.
Phones and Electricity
Franklin D. Roosevelt went down the Ohio River on a boat. He laid mile markers every 50 miles. When he saw that Kentucky had no phones, or electricity to be lighted by, He stated
" It is a shame for people to live this way, since we live in a democracy". Later, he saw to it that Kentucky received phones, and electricity.
Logging on the Guyandotte River
It took a total of 2000 logs to build a raft. They would wait until the River was high before launching the raft. The raft included a small house made out of logs also. This is where the men would sleep, and eat. A cook was hired to feed them. My Grandfather Solomon Justice got threw off the raft by the constant shifting current of the Guyandotte River. He swam over to a rock, and held on tight, but not wanting to be left behind; he braved the currents, and swam down the river catching the raft. Levi Justice also fell from a raft one time, and was saved by Morgan "Morg" Justice. When asked, how, and why he did such a thing, and what was he thinking? Morg said, I didn't think. I just did what needed to be done.
The War between the States
Greenville "Green" Deskins, one of my Grandfathers, fought for the Confederacy (6th Battalion Virginia Reserves, Co. B). He and three other men were taken Prisoner by Union troops. They were told that they were to be shot by a firing squad. Green convinced the other two men to make a run for it. He said that he would rather force them to shoot him in the back while trying to escape, than to die, shot down like a dog. When the time was right, they ran for it. As they were running, shots rang out. Green's companions fell down being wounded or dead, but he kept on running towards the Tug River. Right before he got there, his hat was shot off. He swam the Tug River, and did not come back from Kentucky until after the war was over. Green killed a raccoon, and made himself a hat. He lived in the mountains of Kentucky for 2 years before returning to West Virginia.
by: Jeffery R. Justice CPO USN Retired & Family Researcher
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