Born May 6, 1867 in Hayesville, No. Carolina and died July 7, 1944 in Dallas, Texas.
In the spring of 1918 Truett was among twenty ministers whom President Woodrow Wilson invited to preach to allied forces overseas. By Sunday June 2, Truett had made his decision about Wilson’s invitation. At the First Baptist Church, Dallas morning service that day he preached a sermon on Psalm 66:12, “We went through fire and water, but thou brought us out into a wealthy place.” On July 9, 1918 Truett, now fifty-one years old, left Dallas by train to go on the great mission to the soldiers overseas.
This is just one of many stories that Truett could tell. Truett and James A. Francis had booked passage for Thursday, October 10 from Ireland back to England on the Irish ship Leinster. However, Truett insisted that they take the next boat and spend a few more hours ministering in Ireland, even though their luggage had already been stored on the Leinster. He eventually talked Francis into staying. The Leinster never reached England, however, because a German submarine sank it, drowning 520 people, including women, children and many Americans. On Sunday morning, three days after the tragedy, Truett visited a hospital and viewed the bodies of the “American boys drowned on the Irish sea…oh the gruesome sight. It was burned into my very brain. I wonder if I can ever forget that long row, or rather the long rows of bodies! God comfort the loved ones far away. I felt as I felt standing…the other day, by the graves of the Lusitania victims – they died for humanity.”
That afternoon on their passage back to England, Truett and Francis passed by the spot where the Leinster had been torpedoed. “We were to have crossed last Thursday on that very vessel,” Truett recorded in his diary. “But our plans were changed! ‘God moves in a mysterious way.’ How great is His goodness!”
Excerpts from THY WILL BE DONE by Keith E. Durso
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Charles Weatherly Bryant, Sr., U.S. Army
Born February 23, 1889 in Benton, Alabama Died December 26, 1975
He enlisted in the Army in Montgomery, Alabama and was assigned to the 37th Ammunition Mule Train. Just before his unit was to ship out to France, a horse stepped on his toe and broke it. He was assigned to another unit. When that unit was ready to ship out, a mule kicked him in the shin. He was assigned to a third unit. That unit finally arrived in France two weeks after the war was over. The unit ran out of food and began to kill the horses and mules for meat. When they ran out of that, the cook killed dogs and roasted them. My father said he just could not eat dog meat and asked if the cook had anything else to eat. He sent Daddy to the tent where he found some hash. It was the best hash he had ever eaten, he said. When he asked the cook what it was made of, the answer was, "Dog meat!"
When he came back from France a tent meeting was being held in Montgomery preached by none other than the great R. A. Torrey. Daddy gave his heart to Christ and was baptized in the First Baptist Church of Montgomery, Alabama by Dr. Steakley, the Pastor.
Charles Weatherly Bryant was born on February 23, 1889, in Benton, Alabama. After graduating from High School at seventeen years of age, he moved to Montgomery, Alabama to enroll in Draughn's Business College, where he studied Accounting.
Daddy worked as an accountant for three railroads that had a joint office in Atlanta, Georgia: The Atlanta and West Point Railroad, The Georgia Railroad, and the Western Railway of Alabama. Daddy married Addie Lee Reid in Montgomery on June 20, 1920. Mother had been born in Sparta, Georgia on December 14, 1901. Shortly after marrying, Daddy was transferred to the Atlanta office, across the street from the Georgia State Capitol. He worked for those railroads for fifty seven years, working until he was seventy eight years old. They hired three men to take his place, literally.
In Atlanta, Charles Weatherly Bryant, Jr. was born on April 13, 1921. The family lived in West End on Gordon Street, now Ralph D. Abernathy Drive. They were members of the Gordon Street Baptist Church until it disbanded in the early 1970's. Some years after Charles Jr. was born, Daddy bought seven acres of land in the country with a small house on it. They had no electricity or running water for a number of years.
My sister, Jacqueline Bryant, was born on December 23, 1933. I was born on September 24, 1936. About a year later, the house was remodeled into a six room, three bedroom house. It still stands at 1626 Willis Mill Road in Atlanta, Georgia.
It was while Jackie and I were children that WW II broke out. I remember gathering around the radio to hear President Roosevelt tell us. My brother, who was a student at Georgia Tech, immediately joined the Army Air Corps. Daddy, too old to go to war, became Air Raid Warden for our road. I still have his old helmet and gas mask. When the sirens would sound, he would go up and down the road blowing his WW I whistle, which I still have. All windows were fitted with blackout shades and our interior hall with a red light bulb. Thankfully, all of the alerts were practice alerts.
Daddy lived until December 26, 1975. He is buried in the West View Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia. My mother died on May 14,1978, on Mothers Day. She is buried beside him. On the other side is buried my brother, Charles Weatherly Bryant, Jr., who was killed in WW II. Beside him is buried his daughter Beverly Lorraine Bryant. On the other side of the tombstone are the graves where Ruby and I will be buried someday, unless Christ returns first.
Submitted by
Dr. James W. Bryant, his son
Senior Professor of Pastoral Theology
Criswell College
Dallas, Texas
He enlisted in the Army in Montgomery, Alabama and was assigned to the 37th Ammunition Mule Train. Just before his unit was to ship out to France, a horse stepped on his toe and broke it. He was assigned to another unit. When that unit was ready to ship out, a mule kicked him in the shin. He was assigned to a third unit. That unit finally arrived in France two weeks after the war was over. The unit ran out of food and began to kill the horses and mules for meat. When they ran out of that, the cook killed dogs and roasted them. My father said he just could not eat dog meat and asked if the cook had anything else to eat. He sent Daddy to the tent where he found some hash. It was the best hash he had ever eaten, he said. When he asked the cook what it was made of, the answer was, "Dog meat!"
When he came back from France a tent meeting was being held in Montgomery preached by none other than the great R. A. Torrey. Daddy gave his heart to Christ and was baptized in the First Baptist Church of Montgomery, Alabama by Dr. Steakley, the Pastor.
Charles Weatherly Bryant was born on February 23, 1889, in Benton, Alabama. After graduating from High School at seventeen years of age, he moved to Montgomery, Alabama to enroll in Draughn's Business College, where he studied Accounting.
Daddy worked as an accountant for three railroads that had a joint office in Atlanta, Georgia: The Atlanta and West Point Railroad, The Georgia Railroad, and the Western Railway of Alabama. Daddy married Addie Lee Reid in Montgomery on June 20, 1920. Mother had been born in Sparta, Georgia on December 14, 1901. Shortly after marrying, Daddy was transferred to the Atlanta office, across the street from the Georgia State Capitol. He worked for those railroads for fifty seven years, working until he was seventy eight years old. They hired three men to take his place, literally.
In Atlanta, Charles Weatherly Bryant, Jr. was born on April 13, 1921. The family lived in West End on Gordon Street, now Ralph D. Abernathy Drive. They were members of the Gordon Street Baptist Church until it disbanded in the early 1970's. Some years after Charles Jr. was born, Daddy bought seven acres of land in the country with a small house on it. They had no electricity or running water for a number of years.
My sister, Jacqueline Bryant, was born on December 23, 1933. I was born on September 24, 1936. About a year later, the house was remodeled into a six room, three bedroom house. It still stands at 1626 Willis Mill Road in Atlanta, Georgia.
It was while Jackie and I were children that WW II broke out. I remember gathering around the radio to hear President Roosevelt tell us. My brother, who was a student at Georgia Tech, immediately joined the Army Air Corps. Daddy, too old to go to war, became Air Raid Warden for our road. I still have his old helmet and gas mask. When the sirens would sound, he would go up and down the road blowing his WW I whistle, which I still have. All windows were fitted with blackout shades and our interior hall with a red light bulb. Thankfully, all of the alerts were practice alerts.
Daddy lived until December 26, 1975. He is buried in the West View Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia. My mother died on May 14,1978, on Mothers Day. She is buried beside him. On the other side is buried my brother, Charles Weatherly Bryant, Jr., who was killed in WW II. Beside him is buried his daughter Beverly Lorraine Bryant. On the other side of the tombstone are the graves where Ruby and I will be buried someday, unless Christ returns first.
Submitted by
Dr. James W. Bryant, his son
Senior Professor of Pastoral Theology
Criswell College
Dallas, Texas
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Huber L. Drumwright, Sr., World War I
Sgt. 1st Class Huber L. Drumwright, Sr.
Field Hospital 143
111 Sanitary Train
36th Division - U.S. Army
Born in Missouri in 1895, he was living in Walters, Oklahoma where his father, Dr. L.A. Drumwright, was Pastor of the First Baptist Church of Walters.
A sophomore pre-medical student at the University of Missouri, he was activated when the old First Regiment, Oklahoma National Guard went to the Mexican border in 1916 to oppose Poncho Villa. With America's participation in World War I, the First Regiment went to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, later being consolidated with the Thirty-Sixth Division from Texas. They trained at Camp Bowie, Texas. His interest in medicine led him to be a "medic" in the Sanitary Train (which in later wars was called the Medical Corps). June, 1918, they landed in Bordeaux, France. They saw action at St. Etienne-a-¬Ames, Aisne River and Metz.
On his return, he married a young lady in the Church who was a student at Baylor University. He was later Mayor of Walters, and with their young son they moved to Dallas in about 1928 where they joined the First Baptist Church of Dallas. A daughter was born, and in his business career he rose to be an executive with the Chevrolet Motor Division of General Motors.
At First Baptist Church, he served as a deacon, President of the Men's Baraca class and the first teacher of the Agoga men's class. He was the consummate witness for his Lord God to his family, business contacts and fellowman. Dr. Criswell held his memorial service in June, 1960.
Submitted by his daughter, Rubye Drumwright Pulley.
Field Hospital 143
111 Sanitary Train
36th Division - U.S. Army
Born in Missouri in 1895, he was living in Walters, Oklahoma where his father, Dr. L.A. Drumwright, was Pastor of the First Baptist Church of Walters.
A sophomore pre-medical student at the University of Missouri, he was activated when the old First Regiment, Oklahoma National Guard went to the Mexican border in 1916 to oppose Poncho Villa. With America's participation in World War I, the First Regiment went to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, later being consolidated with the Thirty-Sixth Division from Texas. They trained at Camp Bowie, Texas. His interest in medicine led him to be a "medic" in the Sanitary Train (which in later wars was called the Medical Corps). June, 1918, they landed in Bordeaux, France. They saw action at St. Etienne-a-¬Ames, Aisne River and Metz.
On his return, he married a young lady in the Church who was a student at Baylor University. He was later Mayor of Walters, and with their young son they moved to Dallas in about 1928 where they joined the First Baptist Church of Dallas. A daughter was born, and in his business career he rose to be an executive with the Chevrolet Motor Division of General Motors.
At First Baptist Church, he served as a deacon, President of the Men's Baraca class and the first teacher of the Agoga men's class. He was the consummate witness for his Lord God to his family, business contacts and fellowman. Dr. Criswell held his memorial service in June, 1960.
Submitted by his daughter, Rubye Drumwright Pulley.
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