Daily Journal July 14, 1998, By-William Thomas Thompson. God has no lazy people in his kingdom. Early to rise on this day of burial of our dear cousin Gracie T Painter who lived at Mauldin, S.C. and daughter of my fathers half brother James Henry Thompson of Fountain Inn, S.C., We took flowers to her funeral at Cannon Funeral Home in Fountain Inn at 11a.m. "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, works follow them" With the show "Stan" on T.V. for the last two nights showing all of the ghost of a nation gone dead from a mystery virus starting in an East Texas town, with the Last nights news of frogs dying all over the world after reporting earlier on the deformed frogs and with the President today acknowledging we have a major computer problem coming up that may shut down the beast of government, I say it is time to take Revelation Prophecy serious and begin to pray. Clinton like Nebuchadnezzar calls his smart men that know nothing about how to resolve this problem. They have bet on the wrong horse, paid the wrong piper and missed the boat of salvation of a nation gone mad with more problems then can ever be solved. The only real permanent poverty is those that know not God. After working in the neighborhood painting in the bus on the old Buncombe road in the run down area of San Souci, I have been sure educated on poor and how these people live. The streets around the church building are all loaded with cars that run or do not run and the streets are the public playgrounds. There is constant traffic in and out. This reminds me of the little mill village of Conestee where I assisted my brother years ago to take down his gospel tent and no man in the village wore a shirt. This reminds me of a drive through Harlem's 8th Ave. where you must weave in and out to miss all the parked obstructions that block the street and limit traffic flow. Terms come to mind that I have heard in recent times of "trailer trash" in referring to low class living areas and especially trailer parks. Another term often used is "white trash" describing people who live in and about conditions like this although this neighborhood is a mix of white, black and Spanish with no trailer parks. All this area from the industrial South was multi mill villages with typical mill built houses on hills and now about half are removed with the land vacant including our uncle John Dupree who worked for years at the American Spinning plant that still stands but his house on Sizemore Street is gone. About a stones throw from here is the site of the old Poe Mill. We purchased some solid brick out of that mill only to learn the hard way that they were for inside walls only. When wet and cold they would freeze and disintegrate. Then through the 2 tunnels that holdup the railroad track and about 3 long blocks I am at Earl's place and my car is finally ready with cool air a blowing across my ribs and dust covered everything. Earl's place has everything, a restaurant and auction house next door. Trailers and lots of cars. Earl can fix everything and does for the town. What goes on here is like watching a major movie in any given day every minute of every hour. Earl should charge admission to see. Poor in mind is poor in body, Give us the mind of the Lord! I feel for these people but they seem happy and content. There seems to be little or no real future for children rose in this type of casual life but what future do we as a nation also have?