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Billy Powell / Columnist

I was born 9 October 1935 at 800 Ball Street in Perry, Georgia.  During those days,  Perry had a basketball dynasty, winning 83 percent of its games with nine state championships, often playing higher classification schools. My senior year, I was selected as Captain of the All-State team, scoring 28 points in the final game against Clarkston High School (a tremendously tall and talented team).

I married the love of my life in 1955.  She was Beverly Davis.  We were married for 66 years.  Because of advancing age (nearly 90), I had to sell my home and property in Peach County.  I now live with my son, Tim, in Dahlonega, Georgia.  I have another son, Bill, who lives near Canton, Georgia. I miss Beverly very much. I have shed so many tears about the loss of Beverly, I don’t have any left.

I am honored to be writing for my hometown paper, the Houston Home Journal. The Managing Editor, Brieanna Smith, is doing a truly outstanding job! She deserves our highest order of commendation.

Billy's Latest Articles

Did anybody get that?

The Methodist pastor, Rev. Dennis Stalvey, prior to his regular Sunday morning message, usually conducts a children’s sermon.

Let go of the controls

A young female pilot was making a training flight.

Hedge of protection for loved ones

The minister at a church I attended announced to the congregation one Sunday that his oldest son, now 30-years old, had a drug addiction.

There are no atheists in foxholes

“The heavens declared the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork,” yet “the fool has said in his heart there is not God,” wrote the Psalmist.

A funeral hearse pulling a U-Haul truck?

A funeral procession was passing through a small town.

Dockers, an old coat, and a Harley-Davidson cap

I have found out that I am treated better when dressed up than when wearing ordinary clothes.

To dust shall you return

When Adam and Eve ate of the tree of life in defiance of God’s command, God banished them from the Garden of Eden and admonished them with these words: “For dust thy art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” 

Reaching out to loved ones In heaven

When precious loved ones die, we are faced with the crushing prospect of never seeing them again.

Never Ever Give Up

True competitors do not take losing lightly.

Encounter with a Guardian Angel

A relative of mine told me of an encounter he had with an angel.

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