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tomorrowusa · 6 months

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Rosalynn Carter (1927-2023)

Rosalynn Carter has died at the age of 96. She was one of the more influential First Ladies – ranking behind just Eleanor Roosevelt and Hillary Clinton.

Rosalynn Carter, the wife of former President Jimmy Carter and a longtime mental health advocate and humanitarian, died on Sunday in her home in Plains, Ga., surrounded by family, according to the Carter Center. She was 96. The Carter Center announced Rosalynn Carter was in hospice care on Friday. Her family said earlier this year that she was diagnosed with dementia. Jimmy Carter, who is 99, has been in hospice care since February. "Rosalynn was my equal partner in everything I ever accomplished," the former president said in a statement. "She gave me wise guidance and encouragement when I needed it. As long as Rosalynn was in the world, I always knew somebody loved and supported me." Rosalynn Carter was first lady from 1977 to 1981 and was dubbed the "Steel Magnolia" by the press during her years in the White House for the toughness she exhibited behind the gentle persona she outwardly embraced. Throughout Jimmy Carter's time in public office, she was her husband's closest political adviser. She also revolutionized and professionalized the first lady role by expanding the office beyond hostess duties. [ ... ] After her husband was elected president, Carter ushered in a new era as first lady. She attended Cabinet meetings and was only the second first lady to testify before Congress. According to Brower, she took a professional approach to the role, exemplified by the fact that she was the first presidential spouse to carry a briefcase to the office on a daily basis. "I think Rosalynn was a feminist and somebody who wanted to be a true partner to her husband," Brower said. "And she didn't see any reason why she shouldn't be allowed to do that."

She had been an advocate for mental health long before she came to Washington.

As first lady of Georgia, Carter encouraged her husband to establish a governor's commission on mental health, which outlined an influential plan to shift treatment from large institutions to community centers. "She really began the effort in this country to modernize mental health care," Cade said. "And the mental health care system that we have today in many ways reflects her 50 years of advocacy." Carter was also an early advocate for reducing the stigma around mental illness and, in speeches, often framed mental health care as "a basic human right." In 1980, President Carter signed the Mental Health Systems Act, which provided grants for community mental health clinics, one of many achievements credited, at least in part, to his wife's advocacy in the U.S. and globally.

Mental health as a basic human right is one of Rosalyn Carter's legacies.

On the subject of mental health, Mrs. Carter took part in a forum at the JFK Presidential Library in November of 2010.

ROSALYNN CARTER ON THE MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS | JFK Library

#rosalynn carter #jimmy carter #mental health #reducing the stigma of mental illness #the carter center #georgia

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the-football-chick · 17 days

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Round 2: No 42 (from MIN)- Kamari Lassiter, CB, Georgia

Round 2: No. 59- Blake Fisher, OT, Notre Dame

Round 3: No.78 (from WAS through SEA)-Calen Bullock, S, USC

Round 4: No. 123 (from CLE)-Cade Stover, TE, Ohio State

Round 6: No. 188 (from LV through NE through MIN)-Jamal Hill, LB, Oregon

Round 6: No. 205. (from DET)-Jawhar Jordan, RB, Louisville

Round 7: No. 238 (from NO)-Solomon Boyd, EDGE, USC

Round 7: No. 247-Marcus Harris, DT, Auburn

Round 7: No. 249 (from DET)-LaDarius Henderson, G, Michigan

#nfl #nfl draft #houston texans

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goalhofer · 1 month

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2024 Cleveland Guardians Roster

Pitchers

#24 Triston McKenzie (Palm Beach County, Florida)

#28 Tanner Bibee (Mission Viejo, California)

#29 Tim Herrin (Terre Haute, Indiana)

#31 Sam Hentges (Arden Hills, Minnesota)

#32 Gavin Williams (Fayetteville, North Carolina)

#33 Hunter Gaddis (Canton, Georgia)

#36 Cade Smith (Abbotsford, British Columbia)**

#39 Edward Lively (Gulf Breeze, Florida)*

#41 Logan Allen (Deltona, Florida)

#44 Xzavion Curry (Atlanta, Georgia)

#46 Tyler Beede (Auburn, Massachusetts)*

#48 Emmanuel Clase (Río San Juan, Dominican Republic)

#49 Eli Morgan (Rancho Palos Verdes, California)

#52 Nick Sandlin (Columbia County, Georgia)

#57 Shane Bieber (Laguna Hills, California)

#58 Scott Barlow (Santa Clarita, California)*

#59 Carlos Carrasco (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)*

#99 James Karinchak (Montgomery, New York)

Catchers

#6 David Fry (Grapevine, Texas)

#23 Noah-Gibson Naylor (Mississauga, Ontario)

#27 Austin Hedges (San Juan Capistrano, California)*

Infielders

#0 Andrés Giménez (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)

#4 Brayan Rocchio (Santiago De León De Caracas, Venezuela)

#11 José Ramírez (Baní, Dominican Republic)

#13 Gabriel Arias (La Victoria, Venezuela)

#22 Joshua-Douglas Naylor (Mississauga, Ontario)

#79 Ángel Martínez; Jr. (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)**

Outfielders

#2 Tyler Freeman (Rancho Cucamonga, California)

#10 Ramón Laureano; Jr. (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

#17 Will Brennan (Overland Park, Kansas)

#38 Steven Kwan (Fremont, California)

#90 Estevan Florial (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

Coaches

Manager Stephen Vogt (Visalia, California)

Bench coach Craig Albernaz (Somerset, Massachusetts)

Hitting coach Chris Valaika (Santa Clarita, California)

Assistant hitting coach Juan Puente (Galesburg, Illinois)

Assistant hitting coach Josh Tubbs (Nashville, Tennessee)

Assistant hitting coach Joe Torres (Kissimmee, Florida)

Pitching coach Carl Willis (Yanceyville, North Carolina)

Bullpen coach Brad Goldberg (Beachwood, Ohio)

Bullpen catcher Armando Camacaro (Santiago De León De Caracas)

Bullpen catcher Ricky Pacione (Newburgh, New York)

Outfield coach J.T. Maguire (Harford County, Maryland)

1B/catching coach Santos Alomar; Jr. (Ciudad Salinas, Puerto Rico)

3B/infield coach Rouglas Odor (Maracaibo, Venezuela)

Field coordinator Kai Correa (Hawaii County, Hawaii)

Assistant coach Jason Esposito (Bethany, Connecticut)

Assistant coach Agustin Rivero (New York, New York)

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ferretinasweater · 1 year

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Taylor Swift Eras Legacy Names

I've been working on a list of potential names for the challenge. Here's what I've got so far:

Debut: Mary, Drew, Tim

Fearless: Abigail, Stephen, Juliet

Speak Now: John, Emma

Red: Grace, Ronan

1989: Harry

Reputation: ???

Lover: Cornelia, Summer, London, Archer

Folklore: Betty, August, Inez, James, Rebecca, Bill

Evermore: Dorothea, Willow, Este, Ivy, Marjorie

Midnights: Scarlett, Paris, Lavender

General: Taylor, Alison, Scott, Andrea, Austin, Meredith, Olivia, Benjamin, Joe, Audrey, William, Carolina, Nils, Finlay

Names with the right vibes: Kacey, Marren, Imogen, Nash, Penn, Georgia, Savannah, Melody, Harmony, Keith, Faith, Daisy, Roseanna, Mae, Presley, Adelaide, Emmeline, Jolene, Lacey, Perry, Piper, Jamie, Dallas, Hunter, Elijah, Jack, Levi, Luke, Mason, Wyatt, Beau, Sawyer, Jasper, Wesley, Wilder, Clay, Cade, Fin, Ryder, Ezra, Rhett, Blake, Garrett, Cash, Tucker

#tseraslegacy

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emma-cantmakeuphermind · 1 year

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Who and What I Write For!!!

If a Fandom/Character is Bolded, that means requests for them are Open. If it is not bolded, they are closed. Thank you!

Movies

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin (Marauders Era)

James Potter (Marauders Era)

Sirius Black (Marauders Era)

Regulus Black (Marauders Era)

Lily Evans (Marauders Era)

Marlene McKinnon (Marauders Era)

Mary MacDonald (Marauders Era)

Fear Street

Simon Kalivoda

Kate Schmidt

Tommy Slater

Nightwing Killer

Ziggy Berman

Nick Goode

Solomon Goode

Mad Thomas

Richie Tozier (young and old)

Bill Denbrough (young and old)

Stanley Uris (young and old)

Ben Hanscom (young and old)

Eddie Kaspbrak (young)

Beverly Marsh (young)

Mike Hanlon (young)

Marvel

Peter Parker (MCU)

Peter Parker (TASM)

^ frat!peter… iykyk

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Bruce Banner

Tony Stark

Scott Lang

Scream

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Dewey Riley

Tatum Riley

Derek Feldman

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Kirby Reed

Charlie Walker

Tara Carpenter

Wes Hicks

Chad Martin-Meeks

Mindy Martin-Meeks

Richie Kirsch

Amber Freeman

Anika Kayoko

Ethan Landry

Back to the Future

Marty McFly

George Mcfly

The Breakfast Club

Andrew Clark

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Claire Standish

Allison Reynolds

Stand By Me

Teddy Duchamp

Chris Chambers

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Gerard Pitts

Richard Cameron

Chris Noel

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Bill Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Billy The Kid

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Cato

Marvel

TV Shows

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

Glenn Rhee

Alden

Negan Smith

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Ginny and Georgia

Marcus Baker

Abby Littman

Hunter Chen

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin

Svetlana

Jimmy

Video Games

Bully

Jimmy Hopkins

Gary Smith

Petey Kowalski

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

Jesse

Dina

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Durch van der Linde (1899)

Jack Marston (1911 and 1914)

Sean Macguire

Karen Jones

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Markus

Simon/Daniel/PL600

Rupert/WB200

Life Is Strange

Chloe Price (specifically BTS)

Nathan Prescott

Warren Graham

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz (older obvi)

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Gareth Weasley

Leander Prewett

TellTale’s The Walking Dead

Kenny

Clementine

Luke

Javier

Gabe

Mitch

Louis

Marlon

James

Other

Miscellaneous 80s Characters

Edgar Frog

Allen Frog

Sam Emerson

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy Curtis

Sodapop Curtis

Dally Winston

Ferris Bueller

Egon Spengler

Peter Venkman

Alex P. Keaton

Miscellaneous Non-80s Characters

Harley Quinn

Peter Kavinsky

Donnie Darko

Detective David Loki

Homer Hickam

Beck Oliver

Jade West

Rodrick Heffley

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20th-century-railroading · 2 years

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A pair of Nashville, Chattanooga & St. Louis F7A's have a mixed freight at Dalton, Georgia circa 1957. Clarence Cade photo.

#nc&stl #nashville chattanooga & st louis #1957 #trains #freight train #history #dalton #georgia

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coreymichaelsmithson · 1 year

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I Gave My Heart To The Junkman

Yesterday I sold my best friend to a stranger for $315.

This was, of course, far less than what a 2005 Kia Sedona ought to fetch, even for scrap alone. There were certainly a lot of useful parts still tucked inside ... but beyond any question of material worth, the sentimental value was incalculable. After all, I had poured so many financial and emotional resources into this long-term relationship, and steadfastly made repairs whenever the need arose, and had shown more unflagging devotion to this soccer-mom minivan than I had for some of my boyfriends, jobs, teeth, and homes. She was my first car, and like any first love, a first car carries a special significance.

I bought my Pamela in March of 2017, springing her from a dusty little shitpot in Bonner Springs, Kansas. I paid $2300 in cash for her, and easily poured ten times that amount into repairs. In just under six years, I replaced her starter, radiator, alternator, thermostat (twice), drive shafts, brakes, catalytic converters, power steering pump, rear shocks, rack and pinion, tie rods, hub and bearing, window motor, door actuator, timing belt, alternator belt, EGR valve, purge solenoid, charcoal canister, air conditioning compressor, cooling fan, valve cover gasket, tensioner and idler pulleys, exhaust Y-valve, oxygen sensors, hood struts, coils, hoses, filters, batteries, rear window, and three camshaft position sensors. We broke down in Iowa, Colorado, Washington, and Florida. We blew tires in Wisconsin, Oklahoma, Minnesota, and Georgia. I got to know the various components of my vehicle, one by one, as they fell apart.

Last week, she failed to start. In and of itself, this wasn't anything new, as she had crapped out so often in the past. But this time felt different, somehow. There was something so final about this silence. I knew, in that moment, that Pamela just didn't want to go any further. She had gone far enough.

With a heavy heart, I made arrangements with the junkman to come cart her away. I took the next few days to clean her out, retrieving all the tools, camping gear, and souvenirs I had stashed in her crates and cargo areas. The last thing I removed was the bobbing statue of Hula Girl, which I had glued to the dashboard back in Missouri. Her nose had gotten chipped in Iowa, when a sudden crosswind thwacked my camera's lens cap across her face ... but her irrepressible smile and cheerful ALOHA had accompanied me for over 99,700 miles, and I couldn't bear to leave her behind. I did, however, tear off the last few shreds of her disintegrating grass skirt, which no longer afforded her any dignity.

I sat for a long while in the driver's seat, holding the wheel that had been in my hands for thousands of hours. Its foam grip had been shredded by the stress of too many white-knuckled rides, all those times when I prayed for us to make it through blinding downpours or snowstorms or terrifying deep country two-lanes or narrow construction zones.

Sitting there, like a kid playing vroom vroom in the family car, I recounted some of our many adventures aloud. "Remember driving down the Vegas Strip? That supercell catching up with us in Valentine? That sunset in the wind farm? Heading out to the Olympic Coast? Devil's Tower? Ed Gein's place? Tinkertown? Bonneville? Waco? That refinery by Dodge City? Sunrise at Monument Valley? That one flat we got in Viroqua, and the farmer helping us change it? Dawn at Cades Cove? Those little hilltop dairy farms in The Driftless? The Badlands? The rim of Bryce Canyon? The meadow in South Park? The pueblos at Bandelier? Finding the trail at Butler Wash? The caves of Maquoketa? Picking up that hitchhiker in Dinosaur? Taking the Mountain Loop Highway up to Big Four? Morning mist on Steamboat Slough? The salmon run at Granite Falls? Taking the Alaskan Way Viaduct? Running along the Skykomish? The vultures on 312? Shiloh? Hooking up with the guys at Magnetic Springs? Going up Mt. Baker?" This went on for ages. Each memory brought to mind another, and another, experiences strung in sequence like beads on a string, a rosary of perils and deeds. After about ten minutes, my soliloquy devolved into a précis ... all I had to do was murmur "Kitty Hawk" and we returned immediately to one of the worst nights in our history, when we had to drive 700 miles through a tornado outbreak with a busted alternator and half a dozen batteries, sometimes driving blind in the rain without headlights or windshield wipers. We had so many close calls in our time together, and our survival sometimes seemed miraculous.

Finally, words failed me, and I wept. I sat there, finding myself once again broke and broken, a few weeks shy of turning forty-nine, devastated at another huge loss, crying my eyes out because my car wouldn't start.

Pamela had listened to me laugh, scream, sing. She heard my deepest secrets, my most buried fears, all the things I will never share with another living soul. She held space, literally and figuratively, as I processed early traumas, the kinds of injuries that had to be coaxed out of my soul like splinters. She kept me company as I mourned lost friendships, raged at failed opportunities, exulted over spiritual and professional victories, learned the lyrics to dozens of showtunes, and sifted through the smoldering wreckage of too many love affairs. She saw me at my very best and my very worst.

We traveled from coast to coast, crossed the Mississippi dozens of times, explored every kind of terrain in the continental US. We'd chased after tornadoes in Nebraska, dodged hailstones the size of tangerines in Oklahoma, coasted into Death Valley with squealing brakes, gunned through the Cascades on bald tires. We'd raced across salt flats and skidded out on gravel roads and slid on ice and got stuck in the mud. We climbed narrow mountain roads, corkscrewing upwards like a buggy in a Disney darkride, and were rewarded near the summits by whispering aspen groves and skies the color of lead. We followed thunderheads across hundreds of miles of cornfields, doubled back to photograph collapsing barns, got lost and found and lost again. We nearly ran out of gas on a stretch of moonlit desert, and were almost forced off the road by a madman near Mexican Hat. We saw insect swarms, murmurations of starlings, clouds rising from firs, incandescent sunsets, fogbound highways at 4:am, hazy feedlots, mine shafts, floodwaters, dust devils, wildfires. She had given me a treasury of beauty.

Pamela drove me to jobs in corporate office demolition, sanitation, construction site cleanup, disaster services, aerospace manufacturing, warehouse fulfillment, toy merchandising, and food delivery. She waited in parking lots while I went skydiving and whitewater rafting and hiking, while I ate, slept, got laid, gathered sharks' teeth, watched lions mate, and raised a circus tent. She carried me to zoos, sex clubs, cemeteries, battlefields, dormant volcanoes, dams, lighthouses, shipwrecks, museums, rodeos, waterfalls, weird roadside attractions, a nude beach, a monastery, a cassowary ranch, and the homes of countless friends. We saw Monterrey, Santa Fe, Orlando, Tukwila, Minneapolis, Fort Sumner, Little Rock, Mukilteo, Pensacola, Oso, Tulsa, Jupiter, Oakland, Bellingham, Eureka Springs, St. Louis, Mosca, Wichita, Portland, Pahrump, Ocracoke, Waco, Memphis, Sarasota, Montgomery, Estes Park, Vernal, Coeur d'Alene, Peoria, Birmingham, Lumberton, Des Moines, Topeka, Darwin, Beaverton, Bemidji, Enid, Deadwood, Hot Springs, Cullman, Austin, Ocean Springs, Chattanooga, Carlinville, Abilene, Darrington, Nashville, Moab, Pagosa Springs, McEwen, and innumerable parks, farms, rivers, and valleys. She took me to Judy Garland's birthplace in Grand Rapids and my own origin point in Ellensburg. We killed a hare near Ogallala and drove below arches made of lightning. We endured for far too long the joyless mazes of suburbia. She brought me into and back out of my homeland. She was my home at times.

Yesterday, a tow truck showed up on Reef Drive, our residence for the last four years. Pamela was marooned just behind her usual spot, along a hedge at the front of the property, in the shade of a nearby palm. A flock of scarlet ibises used to roost on her roof, and a clowder of feral kittens sometimes took shelter beneath her when it rained. There was a big rectangle where the grass had long ago given up and stopped growing. All of this was about to change.

The junkman was a friendly, toothless old chap named Thomas, and he had been doing this job for decades. His skin had been leathered by the sun, his hair bleached into straw, and save for the ball cap and tee shirt he looked exactly like a Gold Rush prospector. On his flatbed slumped a '71 Ford Bronco which had clearly seen better days. In any other circumstances, I'd be delighted to photograph such a wreck ... its windows were blown out, most of its panels were rusted, and it had an appealing patina of green mold, the sort of picturesque decay that I've spent decades documenting. But now it all seemed just too sad for words ... two old vehicles, far past their prime, being taken out to pasture. I thought of how horses used to get shot if they couldn't be ridden anymore.

Thomas indicated that my car seemed to be in pretty salvageable shape, though, and that she was likely to undergo a refurb rather than being scrapped altogether. This gave me a ray of hope that perhaps Pamela might yet play a special role in somebody else's life, and that just because our road had come to an end did not mean she herself was destined for oblivion.

I told him a little about the vehicle he was buying, how famous she was, how there were loyal followers around the world who had been cheering her on for the past several years. "This isn't just a car," I said. "Pamela's been through a lot. She's special." I told him about the memoir I published last year, about how we had traveled together over the whole country and seen the most incredible sights. He nodded and smiled and feigned interest, as he pointed out the numerous papers for me to sign off on. Then he handed me a check, which seemed pitifully small in my hands, and he set about hooking my poor old hooptie onto the tow rig.

I'd witnessed this ritual so many times ... the slow humiliating whine as my baby got hoisted into position, the rattle of chains around her undercarriage, the sinking helpless feeling as the tow truck lurched forward. I had already seen her get pulled away when her radiator blew up in Boulder, when her starter crapped out in Bothell, when her fuel lines got clogged in St. Augustine. But this time was different. This time there would be no joyful reunion at the shop. I stood across the street, and the reality of the situation hit me full force. Pamela, the car who had transformed my entire life, who had freed me from a desperately unhappy stint in Kansas City, who had framed most of America in her windshield, was leaving me forever. In a few minutes, she would disappear, and that would be that.

It's different in the movies, when a love story wraps up. Your heroes ride off into the sunset together, and the music swells, and THE END appears in big fancy letters over the clouds. And as the credits roll and you stand and brush popcorn from your lap you enjoy a tidy sense of closure. There is a clear sense of something having been finished, of a narrative having reached its rightful conclusion. My last few minutes with this minivan, on the other hand, felt weirdly anticlimactic and unsatisfying. I caught a few seconds of video on my phone as the tow truck began its journey. Then I just stood in the middle of the road with my arms hanging limply at my sides and watched as the most meaningful possession of my life rolled away, growing smaller and smaller until she reached the end of the block. And then the tow truck rounded the corner, and left my view altogether, and my Pamela was finally gone.

"Goodbye, old girl," I said, wiping my eyes. "Goodbye." Then I went back to my studio, returned to my easel, picked up a brush, and began the search for a new frontier.

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aidendh · 2 years

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Here is a set of my Magic Mi Mi OCs from a Picrew I found

I still haven't decided on an animal for Cade as she doesn't become a MG in MMiMi, I just know it won't be the same as her sibling's Lynx

#aiden's aus #oc #magical girl #magic mi mi #Zyna Hyanokai #Tai Georgia #Avery Harmony #Lilly Camerie #Jackson Hyanokai #Crystal #Cade Georgia #picrew #magic mi

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tastywordgasms · 2 years

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wutbju · 4 months

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Charles Lee Britt, a dedicated minister and cherished member of his community, passed away on November 21, 2023, at the age of 87.

Born on March 25, 1936, in Thomaston, Georgia, Charles lived a life filled with faith, service, and love. Throughout his illustrious career spanning over four decades, Charles touched countless lives with his ministry work and left an indelible mark on the communities he served.

After completing his Bachelor of Arts degree in Biblical Studies from Bob Jones University, Charles continued to pursue his academic aspirations and earned a Master’s degree. Recognizing his unwavering commitment to spreading the word of God and his exceptional contributions to the field of ministry, Bob Jones University bestowed upon him an honorary doctorate degree.

Charles’s dedication to his calling as a minister was truly awe-inspiring. For 45 years, he tirelessly served numerous Baptist churches across Tennessee, North Carolina, and Georgia. His sermons not only inspired those who listened but also instilled hope and faith in their hearts. His profound spiritual insights resonated deeply with congregations far and wide.

In addition to his pastoral duties, Charles exhibited remarkable versatility in his ministry work. For over three decades, he hosted the Pastor Study Radio Show, where he offered guidance and encouragement to listeners seeking solace in their spiritual journeys. In recent years leading up to his passing, Charles also served as Chaplain for Marketplace Ministries—an organization dedicated to providing support and spiritual guidance to those in the workplace.

Beyond his professional accomplishments, Charles found immense joy in being a loving husband and a doting grandfather. On December 13th, 1958, he married the love of his life, Gail Hamrick Britt—a union that remained strong for over six decades. Together they shared a bond built on love and mutual respect that served as an inspiration to all who knew them.

Charles’s true calling was helping others, and his kind and welcoming nature made everyone feel at ease in his presence. Known for his great sense of humor, he could uplift spirits with a well-timed joke or a warm smile. Charles’s infectious laughter filled the room, brightening the lives of those around him.

Woodworking and art were among Charles’s favorite hobbies. In his spare time, he would meticulously craft intricate pieces and create beautiful works of art that reflected his creative spirit. He also found great fulfillment in participating in the Senior Olympics, where he demonstrated his athleticism and determination.

Throughout his lifetime, Charles achieved many notable accomplishments, but nothing compared to the day he received Jesus as his savior at the age of 17. This transformative event set the course for his life’s work and shaped him into the compassionate and dedicated minister he became. Another noteworthy accomplishment was his role as President of the Golfview Estates Home Owner’s Association, where he worked diligently to foster a strong sense of community among its residents.

Charles Lee Britt is survived by his beloved wife, Gail Hamrick Britt, who stood by his side through thick and thin, supporting him in all his endeavors. He is also survived by their three children: Adina (Dennis) Sparks, Charles (Daphne) Britt Jr., and LeeAnne (Joe) Blair. His memory will be cherished by his grandchildren: Laura (Patrick) Callan, John (Christina White) Sparks, Matthew (Rebekah) Britt, Cade (Lizzy) Blair, Jude Blair, Quinn Blair, and Tate Blair.

Charles was predeceased by his father William P. Britt, mother Roberta Lee Landrum Britt, sister Mary Britt, and brother Billy Britt. Their loving memories will forever be etched in the hearts of those who mourn their loss.

In addition to being a devoted husband and father, Charles was an active member of Community Baptist Church in Spring Hill, where he and Gail wholeheartedly contributed to the spiritual growth of their community. Charles’s selflessness and unwavering faith will continue to inspire the congregation, ensuring his legacy lives on.

The loss of Charles Lee Britt leaves a void in the hearts of those who knew him, but his spirit will forever shine brightly in the memories of all whose lives he touched. His ministry, love, and unwavering commitment to serving others have left an indelible impact on countless lives. May we find solace in the knowledge that his soul finds eternal peace in the embrace of God, whom he faithfully served throughout his remarkable life.

A Celebration of Life Service will be conducted on Saturday, December 9, 2023 at 2:00 PM at Fellowship Bible Church-Franklin Campus ,1725 Columbia Ave, Ste 100 Franklin, TN 37064. The family will receive friends for visitation from 1:00 PM until Service time at the church. The service will be Live Streamed via the Fellowship Bible Church YouTube page.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Community Baptist Church Building Fund, 1018 Parkway Dr, Spring Hill, TN 37174.

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #Charles Lee Britt #Class of 1958 #BJU Board of Trustees

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