An Appreciation
I am writing this as an expression of my faith in the
present and future of Badin and its environments, which we should stand for in
the uplifting and the building of society by which Badin will be benefited as a
whole, by those who expect to make Badin their future home; by those who can
and will be contented with conditions at they arise; by those who swear by the
boat that is landing them safe during the greatest struggle of the history of
the world. And when you take time to think justly and considerately, that is
what Badin is doing, and has been doing for all who have clung to her colors
and all of those who have tried to make useful citizens of themselves; it is
thru the efforts, goodness, and courtesy of the officials of the Tallassee Power
Company that we hardly realize we have had such a world struggle. The have
carried us thus far safely, by giving us employment at fair wages (and steady),
and giving us advantages in the way of education and school equipment that can
scarcely be equaled elsewhere. They have also made provision to care for those
who may be so unfortunate as to get sick, by erecting a hospital, complete and
modern in every respect, and employing skillful physicians and nurses. They are
also making our town beautiful with trees, plants, and flowers.
Then why should we who expect to make this our home not love
Badin? Let us get together, stamp out that which is wrong by doing what is
right—everybody should help to make Badin one of the cleanest and most moral
towns. Why, we have the strong arm of the officials with us, and they will back
us up! Live such lives that your next door neighbors will take a stand with
you; if you don’t make him or her better, he or she will make you worse. You
may put one rotten apple in a basket of good ones, and it will not rot all the
rest; so if you have a bad neighbor, and you stay in the basket, you will soon
“rot” too—get out of the basket. Make him good, or he will make you bad.
I am interested in Badin, because I love the hills, I love
the scenery; I love to hear the roar of the waters of the old historic Yadkin
River; I love to see and feel the results of the old stream that gives us our
daily bread, also our daily drink, and lights us home at night where we can be
happy with our loved ones.
When you don’t love Badin, you don’t know a good thing when
you see it. You would be in the same boat at any other place. So when you are
ready to go, we who love Badin will say good bye with a good heart, because we
know you will come back, unless you are locked up.
If you are not contended here, you will not be elsewhere.
Why should we not love old Badin.
--By J.J. Cowart
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