PatsyJoReed Sircy

AncientFaces Member since Mar 28, 2006

About: Jackson Co. TN

Researching: Fisk, Johnson, Hale, Lynn, Reed, Berry, Anderson, Christian, Mercer

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Ruby Pearl BURRIS obit. - 17 July 1891 - 07 November 1962
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Bailey and Susie BURRIS Vanhoosier, James and Sally
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Marcus Edward "Mark" BURRIS
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Retta Elizabeth BURRIS funeral home bulletin - 1885-1973
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Retta Elizabeth BURRIS - 12 January 1895 - 05 November 1973
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Susan Pelina (Susie) BURRIS Vanhoosier
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Catherine WILLMORE Burris funeral home bulletin - 14 April 1920 - 05 November 1996
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PatsyJoReed Sircy IN MEMORIAL The sad and untimely death of Mark Burris, who lived 3 miles East of Gainesboro, occurred Sunday, July 20th, 1919, between 8 and 9 o'clock in the evening at the bridge that spans Roaring River. If Mark had lived until September 16th, he would have been twenty years old. The community in which he lived certainly sustained a great loss, since he was an ideal Christian boy, ever ready and willing to do his share to make the Sunday-school at Woodrow a success. He attended all the church services, assisted in the choir, and was a shining star in the great Christian activies of his home community. He accepted Christ as his Savior, and came out boldly on the Lord's side at a meeting conducted by Rev. O.P. Gentry at Woodrow more than a year ago. The bright and happy expression that shown from his face that night, was evidence that God's sunshine had swept over him and spoken peace to a troubled soul, and that sunshine he wore until that tragedy, which usher- ed him out of a world of sorrow into a Heaven of rest. He never had his name attached to any church register, save the Lamb's Book of Life, but lived a life worthy of membership into any earthly organization. He was a shining light to the lovely Christian home from which he was taken, perhaps the favorite son of that home. He was idolized by the entire family, and especially by the splendid Christian sisters that always looked to Mark to carry them around and be their protection. He was ever thoughtful of their wel- fare and happiness, and would sacrifice his own de- sires that they might be happy. As a son, he was obed- ient in all things, and always performing his duties about the home and farm in a cheerful, pleasant man- ner. He early learned that the best way to show his love and respect for his parents was to do their bid- ding. This he adhered to throughout his life, being one of the strongest traits of his noble character. He was as a brother to the many young people of his community, who respected him highly, and looked up to him as their leader in social circles. They, too, feel that a "Prince of Israel has fallen." We mourn, not as those who have no hope, but look forward to that happy reunion where there will be no more good byes, no tears, nor heartaches and sorrows, but where the former things have past away and all things have become new. There God shall wipe all the tears from our eyes. He is gone but not forgotten, Never will his memory fade. Sweet thoughts will ever linger, Around the grave where he is laid.
Jan 23, 2007 · posted to the surname Mercer
PatsyJoReed Sircy "THE GENERATION GAP" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy I've heard for years about the "GENERATION GAP," Thought of it as my babe slept on my lap; Folks said, "They're near, and yet so far!" And talked of TIME as a "shooting star." The years came soon, and then were gone, My lap was empty, but joy filled my home; He was by my side for hours each day, Just to help his Mama, or chirp, "Let's Play!" Then one day it was time for school, "Learn all you can, obey the Golden Rule," Still our life was full with A, B, and C, At night it was always "Come read with me." We'd learn great things from the t.v. set, In 4-H and Scouts, we were busy as you get; Doing things together, we were busy day and night, But still no signs of the "GAP" were in sight. A few years passed, the computer came along, My son was quickly marching to a "brand new song," I can't "hear the music," am "lost without a map," The computer "programmed me in" to the "GENERATION GAP"! WRITTEN 1988 MY FIRST INTERNATIONAL POETRY AWARD WINNER
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy Dreamer's Christmas Eve by - Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Once upon a time, on Christmas Eve, I vowed to stay forever, never leave; I knew to grasp the moment, hold on tight, Save a memory that would fill a future night. I sipped a mug of eggnog, as I tried, To finish wrapping gifts I had to hide; Each one seemed as lovely as the last, As the present intermingled with the past! I was grown, and yet a child, in some strange way, Realized, Chrstmas is always time to play; The child that lies within me never dies, Youth and laughter, precious take-outs of the wise. I heard the sleigh bells, coming down the lane, Wiped the window clear, the lower pane; As I peeked out, to Winter wonderland, I saw the jolly, bearded, little man! He tiptoed to the window, and looked back, Motioned me outside, to see his sack; His sleigh was filled, with every kind of toy, One to strike the fancy, of every girl and boy! The snow was swirling 'round his smiling face, And elves scurried to and fro, with style and grace; Their antics made me stop, and laugh, out loud, I was then reminded of a happy shopping crowd. The ones who made "traditions" did a special thing for me, The wreaths and bells, the carols, the decorated tree; The sights and smells that lead us to a table, filled with all, Add right up to total pleasure, forever to recall! I saved some pictures, in an album, so I won't forget a thing, I close my eyes between the pages, hear the sleigh bells ring; I relive it, then relive it, relive that special Christmas Eve, Reserved only for the Dreamers, we children who believe!! 29 Nov. 2005
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy "CALM to CALM" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Peaceful scene, disturbed by naught, Click of my word shutter, vision caught; Meandering stream, with gentle ripples' flow, Forever imprinted, memory recall show. Wading children's quest for pebbles, dear, Recalling treasures of all they hold near; Swinging bridge, many precious bare feet trod, Reflecting clouds and rainbow, sent from GOD. Violent temper, underneath beauty's disguise, History's markers to record water's rise; Recall surging, raging, wet claws of death, Terror of sinking LOVEd one' last breath! Disappearing houses pass bending trees, Congregation scattered, all still on knees; Season's crops, stock, farm life's blood, All swept away by last night's flood! A child's limp body, baby bed, and toys; Found in trees, by Volunteer rescue boys! Where's the devastation, now? Long since forgot; 'Neath serene lake's surface, dam's invisible blot! .................................................. "Me-an' - - - Share-own" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy TVA lakes are "Me-an's", you see, Somebody else owns them with me; Me-an' you's land and pride they take, So Me-an' you all "share-own" the lake! Me-an' my family's land is under there, Unmarked ancestors, some with raven hair, Me-an' my son hear faintly, on the wind, An eagle's scream, fright his world will end! Me-an' my people proudly walked this country new, We fought for many freedoms, to think and do; It was always so, still is, to this very day, Me-an' mine will die for "right to say"! We-an' Uncle Sam send our kin way-off to fight, Our lakes gently lap home-front shores each night; If we sell our waters, it will be Freedom's shame, Me-an' you's GI's long to return, from whence they came! They plowed up trees, and cut homes down, Tears filled the lakes, then spilled all around; We-an' TVA can't sell water, blood, sweat, and tears, Me-an' others "share-own" with GOD for our Earthbound years! 2 MAY 1996
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy "BYGONE" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Memories crowd in as the calliope plays, Soundtrack to "BYGONE" stories of who goes, who stays; I thought I saw a tear on the Cameo's cheek, Your horse still wears the saddle you rode last week. Was it just this morning, or a hundred years ago, When you whispered that you loved me, and you had to go? Am I living with a nightmare that a boat sailed away, Is a slipper in the orchid that I found today? Help me know what's real and lasting, point it out, My little World is "topsy-turvy", fate has turned it about; I see the cards are really postmarked from a far-off land, My band of gold's not on my finger, things are not as planed! The chain with your medallion's in my seashell box, I'll keep it safe like it was guarded by a thousand locks; If you're really over yonder,say a prayer for me, Maybe GOD can show the reason in some light I'll see! All the pictures from the folder, I will keep in sight, Every night will see the flicker of my window's light; Where the carousel completes it's circle, where home fires burn, My CRYSTAL SHOE waits, in the ORCHID, for my PRINCE to return! 24 MAY 1997
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy "TINY TRASH TALKER" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Trash Talk is not really new to the GAME, I got in opponents' heads, back then, the same; I looked up into their faces, right away I knew, To reach the GOAL, I'd better give them else to do! So I said "LOOK OUT!" and "WATCH IT!", to occupy their mind, My plan was, as they thought there, I'd leave them behind; "I'm going for the basket, and leave you here!" I said, Oft' times, "SMACK!!". then I shot foul shots, instead! My nickname was "SPEEDY", and I earned it every day, A girl of ten couldn't get that "RUSH" any other way; "Now fake and drive!" Coach's echo came through the air, I gave them a smiling "Bye-Bye!" just as I left them there! "You know, you're tall and clumsy!" was my parting shot, Even while getting clobbered, I'd always laugh a lot; The ROUNDBALL gave me FREEDOM, I got BIG if they were TALL, Big at insults, equalizer, if you're fast, but very small! "I think you've got a case of ugly!" just before I got knocked down, Turn it loose and draw the foul, shoot free shots, no one's around; TALL as TIMBERS, girls were looking, telling what I did, "TINY TRASH TALKER" took speedy exit from dressing room, and HID!! Written 22 April, 1996 by the TINY TRASH TALKER of 1956. I can't walk due to M.S. since '88, but I still get the same rush when I WATCH THE LADY VOLS or fly with MIKE!! WINNERS NEVER QUIT, QUITTERS NEVER WIN-- I'm waiting for the CURE so I can hit the hardwood again! PJRS - "SPEEDY " REED of JACKSON CO. HIGH SCHOOL GAINESBORO, TN
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy "THE TIMEWALKER" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Come with me, and SHARE what my eyes have seen, Locked in my memory, I've trapped waters, sand, and the grasses, green; I've walked this Earth with all who trod on History's pages, Sank to calm seas' deepest fathoms, weathered mighty gales' violent rages! The Winds of TIME have swept me onward, ever enlightened, Carried in GOD's own Hands of Protection, I'm never frightened; I went down with Thesius to slay the Minitor, and set my people free, Roamed Slave Quarters of the SOUTH, as my family were chained, and sold away from me. I painted my story on the walls of Theira, so you would know the BEAUTY and PEACE of my life, Sat at Plato's side, as he painted pictures of Atlantis' utopia, without strife; I promise, never fading, ever before you, I WAS, and will forever remain, "WISDOM of the AGES," ever pointing your way forward, and recalling from whence you came. I fought at Shiloh, and fell to rest forever on the blue side of the Gray, Ordered my servants buried with me in depths of Pyramid's tombs, to be unearthed another day; I saw the great Tribes of America, and buffalo herds, from the Rivers, as I silently floated by, Picked flowers in bell bottoms, lived in PEACE with all the World, and was really unafraid to die. I heard the cry of children's hunger, got the drift of RAP's anger, another CENTURY passing on, I am "THE TIMEWALKER," endless spirit, wandering forever, transcending flesh and bone; My PATH and WISDOM varied, depending on WHAT and WHEN I was passing through, But my MEMORY is your TREASURE, the "WISDOM of the AGES," MY EVERLASTING GIFT TO YOU !! 10 SEPT. 1995
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
PatsyJoReed Sircy "THREE SISTERS" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy My MAMA said you belonged to me, An extra SISTER from GOD, you see; She told me JESUS picked your Mother, and your little Twin, To be with HIM forever, where we all will live again. She daydreamed a padded rocker, her smiling SISTER, patting lap, Where our brothers, tired of playing, wrapped in LOVE, could take a nap; "Show the babies to our Mother", whispered message, secret shared, "I'll watch the girls till we can join you, remember all to be compared." "I couldn't come at once, when you called me to your side," "It was too late when I could travel. Did you know my baby died?" "I still could intercept your message, I heard it floating on a breeze," "Yes, your girl will be my daughter, till there's no rocks, grass, or trees! With missing spokes and broken hearts, our family wheel went bumping on, Both the SISTERS LOVED the BABIES, ever gentle like a fawn; We three girls have grown into women, each a beacon for the right, Our own children's education, our concern, both day and night. As my Mother's health was failing, yours reached down and took her hand, "Don't be frightened, I will guide you, we are on the Family plan"; When my Mother joined her Sister, tears of joy fell all around, As they chat and rock the babies, Grandma's wheel is once more round. At the window, one big Family on a crowded cloud, with lots to tell, Save some places for three SISTERS, PAT and RUTH, and their LONNELL; Let's make a pact to take a message, delivered by the first to go, "We sure LOVE you, scoot up closer, we're all coming HOME, you know!" 29 AUG. 1996 for my LYNN cousin, Ida Ruth RAWLEY Gentry
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Lynn
PatsyJoReed Sircy "TOWN GIRL DROPPED IN" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy Wish I could turn time back to when, I stayed all day with Roger Lynn; I'd always try to miss the bus, I knew he'd laugh, and play with us! "No idea why hair is pink, weren't up all night, Halfway to Linda's when the bus came in sight"; Summer meant watermelon on the porch, Then "Hit the RIVER, before you scorch!" Swam up RIVER with "TARZAN" Roger Lynn, ROUND RIVER ROCK, when I rub it, tunes me in; One memory trip, I'll never, ever go, That stupid early morning rooster's crow! in my memory bank, GOLD and GEMS abound, I fished today where the RIVER curves 'round; Bobby's still sleepy, Gwen's still in a flutter, We'd still steal a snack, biscuits and butter! The mules are watchful, lest they get a surprise, Town Girl, from loft, dropped in 'fore their eyes; If I could turn it, back time would go, To my visits with Roger, and my friend, Betty Jo! 20 APRIL 1996
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Lynn
PatsyJoReed Sircy "TURKEY CREEK ROAD" by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy TURKEY CREEK ROAD was my shortcut, The miles passed by unspoiled PEACE, I drove my small son there often, In years gone by, my little niece; The kids grew up and left me, But all the memories will remain, My Mother and my Nephew laughing, Echoes mark the paths we came! I have a map inside my mind, A million little lines converge, I can close my eyes and travel, Just any time I feel the urge; I went there with my Husband's Sister, Thought we'd take a memory trip, We stopped again at Shorty's Market, Bought orange juice, and took a sip. Opened a box of Salt Water Taffy, Picked our flavors each would eat, Allowed as how we'd see some horses, Drive forever, no cars we'd meet; We got our chips, and fixed a sandwich, Relax and snack along the road, Then we wheeled into my shortcut, A SIGN MARKED WHERE THE BUSSES LOAD! You see, the land now belongs to MICKEY, DISNEY COMPANY bought my route, Four high-rise HOTELS a marker, Of the IMPROVEMENTS we've heard about; The tram-stop took away my stable, Not one armadillo wandered through, Nobody seems to miss the SILENCE, Too busy rushing, too much to do! The RADIO STATION was really loud, We passed the TOWER in my lot, We stopped to watch them film a MOVIE, SHOPPED and sorted things we got; DISNEY VILLAGE, PLEASURE ISLAND, Join the crowd and come along, I HAVE LOST MY WORLD TO PROGRESS, BUT I STILL HEAR THE CRICKET's SONG! 7/23/96
Jul 16, 2006 · posted to the surname Reed
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