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COUNTY NEWS

Veteran's Memorial Fund Raiser Begins

MEMORIAL FUND RAISER IN PROGRESS--Janet Milam (left) and Skyler Cornelius (right) show off a poster full of pictues of Veteran's Memorials. The poster has been put together by Skyler to be used in his presentation to help raise money for a Floyd County Veterans Memorial.

Skyler Cornelius wasn't sure how well received his 4-H Citizenship Project would be. However, now that the word is getting out, the project has taken off so rapidly Skyler and his team are having to work overtime just to keep up.

Sixteen year old Skyler is leading a 4-H Citizenship and Civic Education Project that involves the building of a Veteran's Memorial for Floyd County Veterans, living and deceased, on the Courthouse Lawn.

A junior and adult team have already been organized and for once volunteers have not been hard to find.

"Everywhere we go with our plans, people keep asking me, 'What can I do?'" said Skyler.

As part of his Citizenship Project, and also to spread the word for support, Skyler will be talking to civic organizations, City Councils, Commissioners Court, the Economic Development Board, American Legion, VFW, the Floyd County Museum, the Boy Scouts, and the Chamber of Commerce. Organizations will be asked to elect one person to be their representative on the Veterans Memorial Board.

"I believe this Memorial will affect more people than anything ever built in this county," said Skyler.

Skyler came up with the idea of a Veterans Memorial after seeing the Knox County Veterans Memorial in Benjamin, Texas.

"The memorial really takes your breath away," said Skyler. "It looks like it belongs in Washington D.C. We were inspired and decided right then and there that Floyd County needed such a memorial."

"Benjamin has a population of 200," said Skyler. "I figured if they could do it, so could we."

According to Skyler the Knox County Historical Society erected the memorial of 2,470 names in one year.

Another memorial in Graham, Texas was erected in 1 1/2 years with 5,100 names. Roaring Springs has a memorial with 546 names.

"We have visited with granite companies to get estimates of the costs," said Skyler. "A rough estimate for a memorial in Floyd County, with 800 names, would be $20,000."

The Veterans Memorial Board is kicking off their fundraising for the project on Veteran's Day, November 11, 2001. They hope to have it completed and dedicated by next year's Veteran's Day, Nov. 11, 2002.

Working under the tax exempt umbrella of the Floyd County Historical Museum, the Veteran's Memorial Board is ready to accept donations. All donations are tax deductible.

"The Museum has already been very helpful in this endeavor," said Adult 4-H Leader, and Skyler's mother, Julianne Cornelius. "We also had wonderful input from the Boy Scouts in Floydada and Lockney, the American Legion, and VFW."

Julianne heads up the adult volunteers who have already joined the team. They are: Janet Milam, Jimmy Willson, June McGaugh, JoLyn Dean, Julie Duke, Monte Williams, Eric Cornelius, Nancy Marble, and Carolyn Jackson.

A Junior Board, led by Skyler, consists of 11 High School students, 4 junior high students, and 2 from elementary school. They are: Derrick Griggs, Josh Bradley, Jesalyn Bradley, Lindsey Nutt, B.J. Chappell, J.C.Chappell, Allison Griggs, Jay McGaugh, Morgan Marble, Melissa Dunlap, Chance Crossland, Katie Beth Crossland, Spencer Schacht, Jordan Cornelius, Jurahee Jones, and Molly Long.

Donations can be made to:

Floyd County Historical Museum Veteran's Memorial Fund

First National Bank,

Box 550

Floydada, TX., 79235.


EAGLE PROJECT--Once again flags will fly in the Floydada Cemetery on Sunday, November 11, to honor our fallen Veterans. This is a continuing Eagle Scout Project for Jay McGaugh and has been a succes because of other members, parents and friends of Troop 357 working many hours. Thanks to the Veterans of Foreign Wars new flags will fly this Veterans Day. All expenses for this project have been paid for by the V.F.W. The new flags are marked with red tape. The Scouts ask that you please do not remove these flags as they will be used again and again.


Lockney Resident Dies in House Fire

Longtime Lockney resident, Milton Shores, died in a fire that destroyed his home at 301 E. Bryant in Lockney, Tuesday night October 30th. He was 60 years old.

Arson investigators were called to the scene but no accelerants were found. "We believe the fire was an accident," said Lockney Police Chief Jerry Edwards. "The fire could have started by Shores falling asleep with a cigarette in his hand. No foul play is indicated."

Firefighters were called to the scene at approximately 9:50 p.m., October 30, by neighbors who noticed the fire.

"The fire was mostly contained in the bedroom," said Edwards.

Memorial services for Milton Boyd Shores will be held at a later date.

He was born on December 3, 1940 in Maynard, Arkansas, to the late Melvin Shores and the late Mildred Bagley. He attended schools in Lockney and worked on TVs, radios, and air conditioners. For several years he suffered from Multiple Schlorosis. He wrote songs and poetry.

He is survived by his stepmother, Celeste Shores, of Lubbock; two sisters, Lenora Vanvlake, of Arlington, and Allice Marie Stephens, of Corning, AR.; a stepsister, Aletha Shores, of Lubbock,

FIRE KILLS LOCKNEY RESIDENT--Milton Shores, of Lockney, died in a fire in his home (pictured here), the night of October 30. The fire has been ruled accidental.


Q.D. Recalls Battles of WWII

(Editor's Note: This special Veteran's Day story was provided to us by Monte Williams, son of Q.D. Willliams, of the Lakeview Community in Floyd County. Monte interviewed his father for family posterity. We are printing the story to help us all remember the sacrifices our veterans made on our behalf.)

By Q.D. Willliams as told to his son, Monte Williams

I was born on a farm near Hamlin in Jones County, Texas on December 1,1925.

My parents were Charles Burton and Lola Cantrell Williams. My dad was a farmer. I was raised at Rochester, Texas.

As a young boy, I began to go the Bullington Ranch which was located west of Rochester on the Brazos River near Kiowa Peak. J.D. Smith was the foreman. It was J.D.'s influence that made me a cowboy instead of a farmer.

When I became a teenager, I started working on ranches. J.D. became the foreman for the Big 4 Ranch which was northwest of Truscott.

I could always find work at the Big 4 because they always had lots of young horses to ride.

I was working at the Matador Ranch in 1943. I was on a branding crew that was out for over six months and we never covered the whole ranch. The crew consisted of older men and boys under the draft age. We were camped out at Teepee City when a blizzard hit. It was bitter cold and we were sleeping on the ground. We had our fill and told Mr. Riley, the ranch manager, we were all quitting. He said that if we did we would all be drafted, and he heard things were tough in the military. My best friend Clarence Webb said it was not too easy working on the Matadors and having to sleep outside in the snow.

Mr. Riley was correct. Soon after leaving the Matadors we all did receive draft notices. Funny thing happen though, Clarence went on to make a career of the military. He fought in three wars ,was a green beret, and was the most decorated soldier from Haskell County, Texas.

I was working for the Big Four when I had to report. I took my physical at Reese Air Base in Lubbock. A neighbor from Rochester was being processed at the same time. This guy was older than me. He told the Officer-in-Charge he was studying to be a preacher. The Officer said that a lot of young men were suddenly starting to become preachers. The neighbor also said he had a bad knee from an old football injury. Again the OIC said they were seeing a lot of those type of injuries.

The excuses did not do the guy any good because he was placed into the Marines. I last saw him while going through basic at San Diego. He was on a fifteen mile road march with a full duffel bag. He said the Marines were killing him.

I had originally signed up for the Navy. While we were being processed a sergeant came into the room, asking for two volunteers for the Marine Corps. No one would volunteer so he left the room. In a few minutes he came back and called my name and another young man as just having volunteered for the Marines. Thus began my recruitment into the Corps.

I was inducted at El Paso and was sent to California on a troop train. We had an extended delay in Arizona because the train ran over a drunk Indian.

I received basic training at San Diego and Advance Infantry Training at Camp Pendleton. I qualified as an expert with the M-1 rifle and Browning Automatic Rifle.

During basic training my company was sent to fight fires in the Cleveland National Forest. Afterwards, I was sent to Guadalcanal where by November 1944 the Marines were in mop-up operations.

The jungles at Guadalcanal still had Japanese hiding out. Each night, individual Japanese soldiers, looking for food, would try to sneak into the American positions . Someone would be killed nearly every night. Sometimes it would be the Japanese, and sometimes it would be an American.

The natives were given bounties to bring in the Japanese. Occasionally the natives would bring in a captured Japanese soldier hanging from a long pole just like a wild animal.

The natives looked like aborigines. I encountered one group of natives that had been given peroxide . It was strange to see blonde headed aborigines.

When we were off duty, we would go swimming in the bay. We would swim about a half of a mile out to a partially sunken Navy ship that was a casualty from the original Battle for Guadalcanal. We were told that there were sharks in the area but that never deterred us.

I was transferred to the 6th Tank Battalion for two days until my records caught up with me. When my marksmanship records were reviewed I was transferred as an automatic rifleman to the 1st Battalion, 29th Marines, 6th Marine Division.

Just before we left Guadalcanal, a buddy and I were working on the beach when a general staff car drove into the area. We made the mistake of walking away before saluting. We were punished by having to scoop sand from one spot and then moving it back again. We were left on this detail for nearly two days without sleep or food and we had an armed guard standing over us the whole time. A naval officer finally came to our rescue and ordered us to board ship because our unit was leaving for Iwo Jima .

My unit was held in reserve for the Iwo Jima invasion. The day before the attack on Okinawa, all the Marines were off loaded on the small sand spit, Mog-Mog for a beer bust .

On April 1, 1945 we made an amphibious assault on Okinawa. We climbed off the troop ship by large web ropes onto landing crafts . A marine above me dropped his rifle and it hit the front of my helmet. I thought my neck was broken but I still managed to catch his rifle and hold onto mine as well.

There were kamikaze attacks going on everywhere. As far you could see in any direction there were US Navy ships, and the Kamikazes seemed to be attacking them all. I came up on a kamikaze plane that had landed on the beach that day. The pilot was chained in the cockpit and was already dead.

Within hours of landing my unit captured the Yontan Airfield. We captured the airfield so quickly that a Japanese pilot landed there. He was promptly shot. We proceeded to take ground toward the Ishikawa Isthmus. We encountered civilians who only surrendered in order to detonate grenades they were carrying. Orders were soon given to take no prisoners. I witnessed people committing suicide by jumping off steep cliffs rather than surrender to us.

The Japanese, hidden in a cave on the side of a mountain, had set up a large artillery piece on rail tracks. They began shelling us. Our return artillery fire was ineffective because the Japanese artillery was so well protected. A fire order was called into a battleship with a 16 inch cannon. When those rounds hit, the whole side of the mountain literally exploded.

We proceeded up the Motobu Peninsula where we began to encounter Japanese Royal Marines who were quite a contrast to the regular soldiers because they were all over 6 feet tall.

There was heavy fighting because the Japanese were entrenched in tunnels and caves. In my platoon, the country boys were always given the night patrols. When we complained to the Lieutenant, he said that we were used to hunting at night and were the ones for the job.

I received my first Purple Heart for being shot in the hand. The wound was just superficial.

One day we were crossing a small clearing when two Japanese soldiers jumped up out of the brush. Just before they dove back into the jungle one of the soldiers turned and shot the Company Commander, Captain Rogers . Rogers was hit in the shoulder and spun to the ground. When his runner, a very young Marine saw his Captain go down he lost his senses and started running toward him. A shot from out of the jungle was fired. It hit the Company runner right square between the eyes, and killed him instantly.

I later talked to Captain Rogers on the hospital ship where he was recovering.

The war ended for me on April 14,1945. The fighting was very difficult up the steep slopes .The Japanese had placed snipers in the palm trees. As my company proceeded up a slope, snipers waited in the palm trees until we were underneath them to start firing. I was shot through both legs. Although am six foot three inches tall, my ammo carrier, Jimmy Anaya, who was just over five feet tall, rolled me onto a poncho and slid me down the mountain to an aid station.

I was part of the first litter group to be laid out on a small narrow road. Just before I was loaded out to a ship I raised up on my elbow and as far as I could see in either direction there were wounded Marines laid out in the road. Just a few feet from me was my Battalion Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Monroe. Monroe had had a foot blown off.

I was loaded on to a jeep with two other wounded Marines. We had started down to the beach when mortar rounds started incoming. When a shot went through the canvas, the driver became so rattled that he abandoned the jeep and us. We were strapped in and could not move. A Seabee finally heard us yelling and he drove us to safety. The Seabee grabbed our driver and told him that he would personally shoot him if he ever abandoned his post again .

I was placed on a hospital ship just off Saipan, and flown to Pearl Harbor.

The hospital staff asked if I had any family in the area. I told them that I thought my brother-in-law, Jack Miller, was stationed at Pearl Harbor.

Jack was an Army sergeant in the Quartermaster Corp. They quickly found him and on his first visit he asked if there was anything I wanted. I said that I would love to have a cold beer. He got me one quickly and it really hit the spot.

Jack visited me in the evenings and really lifted my morale. I was soon transferred back to state-side. We were flown back to the U.S.

There was a one night lay over at Fort Bliss and all the patients were taken to a mess hall for chow. All the attendants at the mess hall were Italian Prisoners of War. These P.O.W.S. were one happy bunch. They did not even have guards placed on them. I guess the officers did not have to worry about them trying to escape. The P.O.W.'s were just happy to be out of the war.

I ended up in the military hospital at McAlester, Oklahoma. There was a huge patient at McAlester who was a military prisoner. At night this goldbricker would beat on the ward patients. When word of this got through to the chain of command, a Marine NCO who was a judo expert was brought in to handle the situation. The next day the bully's attitude was completely changed. The judo expert was a small man but he must have known his martial arts because the huge prisoner had obviously received a severe beating. He had to follow the Marine all the next day and the Sergeant only had to look at him to make him jump back.

My recovery seemed to go slowly. I Iearned that I was to be transferred to the VA Hospital in Amarillo. I did not want to go so I told the staff I was going home instead. I promptly received a lesson in military procedure. To ensure that I reached my proper destination I was escorted by two guards to the bus station and met by two guards in Amarillo.

Still on crutches I paid a visit to my brother, Odell Williams, who was out with the wagon, south of Guthrie, on the Four Sixes. The ranch manager, George Humphrey, asked me if I wanted a job with the Sixes. I said I was in no condition to a make a hand yet. He said for me not to worry because the Sixes would make a spot for me. I declined his offer but always appreciated the gesture.

I was released from the service on October 17,1945. I was awarded a Purple Heart with an oak leaf cluster, an Asiatic-Pacific Campaign medal, a World War II Victory medal, a Combat Action Ribbon, a Presidential Unit Citation, a Good Conduct Medal, and a American Service ribbon.

I used my GI Bill to take flying lessons at Hamlin. Later this would come in handy because I flew a J 3 Cub for the Masterson Ranch at Truscott. I married Evelyn Joyce Jones on November 3,1947 in her parents house at Truscott. Her parents were Edgar and Bernice Jones. Edgar owned a ranch at Truscott where the Truscott Brine Lake is located today.

We stayed in the Truscott area where I worked for the Masterson Ranch. Our first son, James, was born on August 8, 1948. Our second child, Nancy, was born on June 12, 1952.

We moved to Floyd County, Texas in January 1953. I was foreman of the Montgomery Ranch located in Blanco Canyon.

Our third child, Monte, was born in Floydada, on November 1, 1957. We eventually bought part of the T-Bar Ranch and there we still reside. Both of my sons are veterans. James served in the Army as a Military Policeman. Monte also served in the Army as a Field Artillery Pershing Missile Officer.


Miller and Reyes Will Compete at State Cross Country Meet

WADE MILLER

Floyd County will be well represented at the State Track Meet, November 10, in Round Rock.

Wade Miller, a senior at Lockney High School, and Rocky Reyes, a senior at Floydada High School, both qualified for State competition at the regional cross country meet Saturday, November 3, in Lubbock.

Miller placed 3rd with an individual time of 16:53.1. The Lockney Boys Cross Country Team as a whole placed 4th with a total score of 180.

Rocky Reyes fifth place time of 16:58.7 also earned him a trip to State. The Floydada Boys Cross Country Team was 14th overall with a time of 370. FHS Girls Cross Country placed 15th.

FHS Coach Brattain said, "Rocky has done well in all the meets he has ran this year, including placing 2nd at District. He is a very hard worker and deserves all that he achieves.

"Rocky works out early every morning and works every day after school as well as on Saturdays after he runs in a meet. He also does very well in the classroom despite how little extra time he has left in the day. We're very proud of Rocky and his accomplishments."

LHS Cross Country Coach Lisa Schumacher said, "Wade Miller is an extremely hard working athlete. He has recovered from ankle injuries that plagued him his junior year to come back and be a State contender.

"Wade has had long range goals and trained all summer. He is a dedicated and superb leader for our team. If he is not running or playing basketball he is hitting the books, as he is in the top percentage of the Senior class.

"He is an all around great person and athlete and we hope the best of him in Round Rock this weekend."

ROCKY REYES


Run Off Needed to Elect New State Senator

There was no clear winner in Tuesday nights election for a new State Senator for Senate District 30. Because no contestant claimed a majority of the votes, Wichita Falls Republican Craig Estes and Bowie Democrat Greg Underwood will face off in another election.

There were six contenders in the race to fill the unexpired term of the late Sen. Tom Haywood who died July 12.

In Floyd County, of the 333 people who voted, 128 voted for Craig Estes, and 83 voted for Greg Underwood.

The other votes were scattered among the other candidates. Independent Rick Bunch received 7 votes. Republican Doug Jeffrey also received 7 votes. Republican Harry Reynold received 16 and Republican Kirk Wilson garnered 71 votes.

According to the Wichita Falls Time Record, Estes led in the districts 521 precincts with 16,864 votes, or 47.2 percent. Underwood had 8,286 votes, or 23.2 percent.

Governor Rick Perry will set the runoff election, which would probably be in December. The winner will finish the last year of Sen. Haywood's term.

Senate District 30 consists of Floyd, Archer, Armstrong, Baylor, Briscoe, Carson, Castro, Childress, Clay, Collingsworth, Cooke, Cottle, Dickens, Donley, Fisher, Foard, Grayson, Hall, Hardeman, Haskell, Jones, Kent, King, Knox, Montague, Motley, Scurry, Stonewall, Swisher, Throckmorton, Wheeler, Wichita, and Wilbarger counties.

Floyd County voters approved all 19 of the constitutional amendments on the ballot.

Floyd County has 4,588 people registered to vote. Approximately 14% of those registered cast a vote. Forty of those voted early and the other 293 voted Tuesday.

The total votes for each proposition are as follows: Prop. 1: 212 for, 82 against; Prop. 2: 177 for, 137 against; Prop. 3: 168 for, 135 against; Prop. 4: 197 for, 118 against; Prop. 5: 219-104; Prop. 6: 201-115; Prop. 7: 241-78; Prop. 8: 179-130; Prop. 9: 236-80; Prop. 10: 174-137; Prop. 11: 183-139; Prop. 12: 211-100; Prop. 13: 260-60; Prop. 14: 168-146; Prop. 15: 200-107; Prop. 16: 187-118; Prop. 17: 192-116; Prop. 18: 232-74; Prop. 19: 194-117.

 

OBITUARIES

TEX MORREN

Tex Morren, 54, of Lake Jackson passed away Thursday, November 1, 2001 at Brazosport Memorial Hospital. Funeral services were held at 5:00 p.m. on Monday, November 5, 2001 at the Lakewood Funeral Chapel with Rev. D.O. Foster officiating. Funeral services were provided by Lakewood Funeral Chapel.

Tex was an area resident since 1973, a U.S. Army decorated veteran during the Vietnam conflict and worked as an owners' rep for CDI Engineering.

He was preceded in death by his parents James and Verna Morren.

He is survived by his wife of 25 years Mary Ann Morren of Lake Jackson; daughters, Debbie Loring and husband Lawranceof Nashville, TN., and Sherry Hooper of Franklin, TN; grandchildren, Amanda Poling, Madelyn Poling, and Ryan Hooper; brothers, Sam Morren of West Memphis, AK, Freddie Morren of Floydada, Billy Morren of Azle; sisters, Elizabeth Hill of El Paso, and Joyce Stoner of Denham, LA.


LATANE ROBERSON

Services for Latane Hale Roberson, 86, of Petersburg, were held at 10:00 a.m., Wednesday, November 7th, in the Main Street Church of Christ, Petersburg, with Owen Carr officiating.

Burial will follow in the Petersburg Cemetery under the direction of Abell Funeral Home of Abernathy.

Mrs. Roberson died Sunday, November 4, 2001, at her home in Petersburg.

She was born on September 5, 1915 in Paris, Texas, to John Samuel and Stella Traylor Hale.

She arrived in Floyd County in 1918 and was raised from age 10 by her stepmother, Mattie Eugenia Duncan Hale. She graduated from Floydada High School and attended Wayland Baptist College.

She married Kenneth Roberson on July 28, 1934 in Roswell, N.M. They were married 66 years at the time of his death on May 4, 2000.

She was active in the Petersburg PTA, Petersburg Lions Club, Petersburg 4-H Club, Petersburg Chamber of Commerce, the Petersburg Beautification Association, Lubbock's Women's Club, Lubbock Christian University Associates and a member of the Main Street Church of Christ in Petersburg.

Survivors include: one son, Kenneth A. Roberson, Jr, of Austin; one daughter, Dolores R. Bennett of Lubbock; one brother; Sammy Hale of Floydada; one sister, Mona Rainer of San Diego, Calif; and six grandchildren.


DELL YANDELL

Services for Dell Yandell, 80, of Floydada will be today, Thursday, November 8, 2001 at Moore-Rose-White Memorial Chapel with Michael Holster, officiating. Burial will be in Floyd County Memorial Park under the direction of Moore-Rose-White Funeral Home of Floydada.

She died Friday, November 2, 2001 at the Floydada Rehabilitation & Care Center.

She was born on August 17, 1921 in Erath County to the late Mr. Marlon Ed Allen and Mrs. Lannie Chambless Allen. She attended schools in O'Donnell, and graduated from high school in Whitharral. She married Bill Yandell on December 25, 1945 in Big Springs. He preceded her in death on August 20, 1981. She moved to Floydada from Olton in 1957. She was a secretary for the county schools and was a member of First Baptist Church of Floydada. She was also preceded in death by two sisters.

Survivors include one son, Lane Yandell of Honolulu, Hawaii; one daughter, Judy Kalama of Hayward, California; three brothers, Leslie Allen of Midland, Weldon Allen of Big Springs, and Bill Allen of Columbus, Georgia; four grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

The family suggests memorials to the Floydada Senior Citizens Center, 301 E. Georgia, Floydada, TX 79235 or to the Exodus Fund c/o First Baptist Church, PO Box 610, Floydada, TX 79235.


JO Y'BLOOD

Services for Jo Y'Blood, 92, of Floydada, were at 10:00 a.m. Saturday, November 3, 2001 at Moore-Rose-White Memorial Chapel with Reverend Wendell Horn, pastor of First United Methodist Church of Floydada, officiating. Burial was in Floyd County Memorial Park under the direction of Moore-Rose-White Funeral Home.

Mrs. Y'Blood died Tuesday, October 30, 2001 at Mangold Memorial Hospital in Lockney.

She was born on April 2, 1909 in Drew County, Arkansas to the late Mr. John Alva Oslin and Mrs. Florence Irwin Oslin. She married Herbert Y'Blood Sr. on February 27, 1928 in Glenwood, Arkansas. He preceded her in death on November 15, 1979. She moved to Floydada from Medford, Oregon in 1982. She was a homemaker and a member of the United Methodist Women and First United Methodist Church of Floydada. She was also preceded in death by a son, Herbert Bruce Y'Blood Jr.; three brothers and two sisters.

She is survived by a son, William Thomas Y'Blood of Springfield, Virginia; two grandchildren and one great-grandchild.

The family suggests memorials to the First United Methodist Church, PO Box 719, Floydada, TX 79235.


JO Y'BLOOD

Services for Jo Y'Blood, 92, of Floydada, were at 10:00 a.m. Saturday, November 3, 2001 at Moore-Rose-White Memorial Chapel with Reverend Wendell Horn, pastor of First United Methodist Church of Floydada, officiating. Burial was in Floyd County Memorial Park under the direction of Moore-Rose-White Funeral Home.

Mrs. Y'Blood died Tuesday, October 30, 2001 at Mangold Memorial Hospital in Lockney.

She was born on April 2, 1909 in Drew County, Arkansas to the late Mr. John Alva Oslin and Mrs. Florence Irwin Oslin. She married Herbert Y'Blood Sr. on February 27, 1928 in Glenwood, Arkansas. He preceded her in death on November 15, 1979. She moved to Floydada from Medford, Oregon in 1982. She was a homemaker and a member of the United Methodist Women and First United Methodist Church of Floydada. She was also preceded in death by a son, Herbert Bruce Y'Blood Jr.; three brothers and two sisters.

She is survived by a son, William Thomas Y'Blood of Springfield, Virginia; two grandchildren and one great-grandchild.

The family suggests memorials to the First United Methodist Church, PO Box 719, Floydada, TX 79235.

 

A VIEW FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER

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BY THE WAY

This story is printed in honor of our Veterans. It is the unedited story released by Sen. John McCain's office.

 

The Mike Christian Story

As told by U.S. Senator

John McCain

(Reprinted with Permission)

Let me tell you what I think about our Pledge for Allegiance, our flag, and our country. I want to tell you a story about when I was a prisoner of war. I spent 5 1/2 years in the Hanoi Hilton. In the early years of our imprisonment, the North Vietnamese kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell.

In 1971, the North Vietnamese moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.

This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change. And was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans, led by people like Nancy and Ronald Reagan, on behalf of a few hundred POWs, 10,000 miles from home.

One of the men moved into my cell was Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma, Alabama. He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was thirteen years old. At seventeen, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. He later earned a commission. He became a Naval flying officer, and was shot down and captured in 1967.

Mike had a keen and deep appreciation for the opportunities this country - and our military - provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.

The uniforms we wore in prison consisted of a blue short-sleeved shirt, trousers that looked like pajama trousers and rubber sandals that were made out of automobile tires. I recommend then highly; one pair lasted my entire stay.

As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.

Mike got himself a piece of white cloth and a piece of red cloth and fashioned himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he sewed the American flag on the inside of his shirt.

Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of our cell, and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know that saying the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important or meaningful part of our day now, but I can assure you that - for those men in that stark prison cell - it was indeed the most important and meaningful event of our day.

One day, the Vietnamese searched our cell and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it. That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, called for Mike Christian to come out, closed the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours.

Then they opened the door of the cell and threw him back inside. He was not in good shape. We tried to comfort and take care of him as well as we could. The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept. Four naked light bulbs in each corner of the room.

After things quieted down, I went to lie down to go to sleep. As I did, I happened to look in the corner of the room. Sitting there beneath that dim light bulb, with a piece of white cloth, a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. Sitting there, with his eyes almost shut from his beating, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was for us to be able to pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.

Duty, Honor, Country. We must never forget those thousands of Americans who, with their courage, with their sacrifice, and with their lives, made those words live for all of us.

 
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