Sunday, February 5, 2012

Collectors and Their Collections

What strange creatures we people are!  All of my life I have heard the Biblical phrase about “collecting”.  You know it: lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth.  Few of us take heed when we read the phrase.  We earnestly try to lay up for ourselves treasures in heaven by following Christ’s direction for doing so, but we ignore the first part!  This became such a reality to me when we sold JMBBQ and had to start cleaning out stuff.  And most of it was just that – stuff!
            For 25 years, we had used the attic of the restaurant to “store stuff”.  We kept adding and adding and adding until it was full to capacity.  We weren’t exactly hoarders, we were just collectors.  It was hard for Don or me to turn down a bargain, or get rid of something memorable, and all of the children found it a convenient place to put things they weren’t using and didn’t want to get rid of.  So we “stored” it in the attic.  As a result, we had chairs, tables, lumber, art work, old jars - you name it.  We probably had it in that attic.
            When we decided to sell the restaurant, we knew that we had to get rid of all that “stuff”.  We also knew that it would be a monumental task. And believe me, it has been.  We kept asking, “what do we want to keep”?  Why keep any of it?  We haven’t used it or needed it in twenty-five years.  What makes us think we’ll need it in the next twenty-five?  Our children and grandchildren will just have to get rid of it!  And besides, we’ve no place to put it!
            So we called an auctioneer and contracted to have a Saturday auction.  Once we started clearing out our treasures, we discovered that some of them were just so sentimental that we couldn’t part with them. We couldn’t possibly get rid of G.I. Joe and his helicopter. And David had stacks of art up there.  And then there was my collection of old bottles.  And Don had all of the dairy records that the cows set from the beginning of our time at the farm; that was l956!  There goes that mind-set again!  Eventually, we became rather ruthless and separated the “sell” from the “no sell” – and a “maybe keep” pile. Well, you know what happened!  Our “maybe keep” just kept getting bigger and bigger.
So we decided that we could put it in an extra room at the house, and go through it again – just to be sure!  It cannot stay in that extra room for another 25 years!!  The only thing left to do is to set a time limit and do it!  Or we could just call Home With a Heart thrift store and tell them to bring a big truck (empty), and load it up!  Somebody else can take it home and store it!! 

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Evolution of Just More Barbecue

We began Just More Barbecue almost 50 years ago.  Our beginning was humble:  a worn-out milk-can sterilizer, charcoal, and hickory wood.  Don built a hot fire in the bottom of the sterilizer, placed hams on the racks above the fire, closed the door, and kept the fire going until the hams were done.  Since the fat from the hams dripped down on the fire, there was always danger of the wood flaming up and destroying the whole thing.  The doors sealed tightly though, and as a result, a lack of air prevented that from happening often.  The hot, smoldering coals were just enough to cook the meat to 140 degrees in about 14 hours.  We were dairy farmers.  While we milked cows, the hams cooked.  Don kept an eye on them, renewing the wood as it was needed.
In the beginning, we cooked barbecue just for ourselves, family, and friends.  Our friends started serving barbecue at family gatherings and parties, and word got around about Quattlebaum’s Barbecue.  When folks found out how good it was, we began to get orders for it.  A lot of weekends we would cook 10-12 hams.  The most hams we ever cooked for one occasion in the sterilizer (by then we had rigged two sterilizers) was 40.  Finally, the barbecue business got so big that we had to get into it or get out!
When we were just considering what we should do, a small restaurant in Clemson came available.  “Jack’s” was adjacent to The Esso Club, almost directly across from the football stadium.  We decided to invest in it, and Just Barbecue was born!  It was a small space with no dining room.  But people lined up to get barbecue sandwiches, fries, slaw, and baked beans - and hot dogs.  Yes, hot dogs.  That remained our menu for several months; then we added Brunswick stew, country hash, rice and cobblers. It wasn’t long before we outgrew our little one room.  We had a portable unit where we served when we really got busy – especially during football games.  We often would experience long lines for 4 or 5 hours at a time during game day. In the tiny little kitchen, we would have as many as 8 people working in order to keep up with the orders.
Our catering requests became faster and larger!  The kitchen was too small to accommodate the volume of business we were receiving.  I might add:  Don was keeping up with the cooking and chopping, Donna was teaching, I was teaching, Michael and David were still in school, and we all were working at Just Barbecue.  We decided that we would purchase The Esso Club in order to have more space for the restaurant.  That purchase allowed us to have a dining room and a room for a large wood-burning rotisserie cooker.  It also doubled the amount of work we had to do. Don stayed at the Esso Club until it closed, usually at 2 A.M.; Donna taught, then went to the Esso Club to tend bar or work in the restaurant; David and Michael worked after school; I worked whenever I could fit it in to teaching, keeping the house running, and being a wife and mom.  In other words, it was a lot of work! 
We held special occasions at the Esso Club:  the beach parties, where we hauled in loads of sand to cover the parking lot; Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs played several gigs for us during those events.  Spitoono was started in the Esso Club, and was still held there at the time we owned the institution. We had live music every week at the Esso Club, mostly bluegrass. 
We came in contact with a lot of wonderful people while in Clemson; we became particularly fond of the students. Many of them have remained friends through the years and they still come by to see us.  Once, during Spitoono, a young man took one of the cash boxes.  When he confronted his roommate the next morning and found out what he had done, he called Don and returned it, apologizing contritely. One young man from Miami ate at Just Barbecue almost every day. The next year, after he graduated, he sent us $100 and a basket of fruit as an appreciation gift.  Another young man from Denmark borrowed $500 to help him get to California to do his graduate work.  We assumed we had donated it for a worthy cause.  He came back 10 years later to repay Don.  Those kinds of memories we can’t buy!
Again, we out-grew our space. The catering requests became too large to handle in the small kitchen at Clemson.  We had a large machinery building just behind our house on the farm and we decided to renovate it for our catering kitchen.  It took a lot of work, but the “bones” of the building were strong and sturdy.  Once we began work, we decided to add a dining room on the front of the kitchen. The project took us about a year, but by the time we finished, we had a large well-equipped kitchen and a dining room to seat 350 people. A stage provided a place for bands to perform. We opened Just More Barbecue in April, 1992, with a menu which included just barbecue and sides that go with barbecue: pork barbecue, beef barbecue, smoked chicken, baby-back ribs, spare ribs, brunswick stew, hash, rice, baked beans, cole slaw, corn on the cob, green beans, macaroni cheese, sweet potato soufflĂ©, potato salad, marinated vegetables, hush puppies, rolls, cobbler and drinks. And we provided blue grass music for the enjoyment of our customers.  Gradually the work at Clemson plus the new restaurant and the Esso Club became too much.  So we decided to sell the Esso Club and Just Barbecue and focus all of our attention on Just More Barbecue.  We have worked at it for 20 years.  Again, the people we have met have been the best part about our restaurant. We have enjoyed the fellowship of many who have become like family.  We have watched their careers progress, their children grow; we have grieved when older friends have passed on, and we have rejoiced with those who had new babies.
Now we have reached another milestone in our lives.  The barbecue business and the dairy farm have been good to us. But we are tired!  We’re not as young and enthusiastic as we once were; Don and I are almost 80 and Donna is 50.  We would like to take care of the yard and perhaps do a little gardening, be able to take part in weekend festivities (we could never participate in events on Friday and Saturday, because we always worked)!  We’ll be able to attend the graduations of our grandchildren, weddings of those we love, drop-ins at Christmas, have an occasional date night (even after 56 years), and maybe even to eat out on a Friday or Saturday night!
I hope that God will allow us to live long enough to fulfill the future plans He has for us. After all, that’s all that matters. It’s all been quite a ride. The ending will be both sad and happy.  I’m sure there will be tears, but behind the tears, we’ll be smiling!             

Monday, October 10, 2011



Golden Days…
the grand finale
The embroilment of color,
fighting for a chance
be noticed first.
making its final argument
for continuance.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Being A Caretaker

            God calls us to be all kinds of things.  The important fact is that we must be responsive to His call.  And if we are responsive, He will support us; sometimes it takes a while for us to believe that.  Relying completely on our Lord is so difficult at times.  We tell ourselves that we are trusting with our entire being, yet we find ourselves trying to take over the management of our lives; we are convinced we can handle things. Our human tendencies direct us to try to do things our way.  We read the scripture to say “I can do all things”, and we fail to add the second part:  “through Christ who strengthens me”.  Being a caretaker falls into this category.
            I have chosen to take care of my mother in her waning years.  I love her dearly; yet at times, I feel so restricted and smothered that it feels as if I am on house arrest.  And I feel guilty for feeling that way. I was fortunate to have a great mother.  She gave everything she had to make a better life for me:  her time, her money, her love.  Now it’s time for me to give back. It’s the human part of me that gets tired, impatient, and just plain weary.  It’s only with God’s help and support that I can continue!  And if I ask, He gives me that support.  I renew my physical and emotional body through His help.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Remembering Easter

Thoughts of Easter always make me happy.  When I was a little girl, the day really began on Saturday, because that is when we always had a major egg-dying extravaganza! That was always so much fun!  Layers and layers of newspaper were placed on the kitchen table and hard-cooked eggs were divided between my brother and me.  We had kitchen cups filled with all of the colors or the rainbow. Dipping each egg into the colored liquid, we stretched out the procedure as long as we could, mixing colors and leaving the eggs in the dye much too long.  We usually ended up with multi-colored hands as well as eggs.  My grandmother taught us how to dye with natural things:  dried onion peels, pecan and walnut shells, and cooked wild strawberries – things she had used as a child to dye her eggs.  After patiently letting the eggs dry, we were allowed to place them in a new basket with glistening green “grass”.   We tried to handle them carefully, but it was a rare day when one of the eggs didn’t get cracked. 
As a child, I always got a new dress and shiny shoes.  I didn’t get very many new dresses unless I outgrew mine, but there was always a new one at Easter.  Mom and my grandmother sometimes made it themselves, but occasionally it was “store-bought”.
Daddy and I always went to Sunday school and church.  He always reminded me that Easter was not about new dresses and Easter eggs. The Easter bunny never came to see me when I was a child.  I didn’t know he was supposed to.  But there was always a new Easter basket with a chocolate bunny, some marshmallow chicks, lots of jelly beans and a book.  In fact, I didn’t hear much about the visiting Easter bunny until I had children of my own!  I never knew that the Easter bunny brought gifts!
After church I always had to take off the new dress and put on “play clothes”.   Then we went to Ma’s house.  Easter dinner was always full of good things:  fried chicken, ham, potato salad, all kinds of vegetables, homemade rolls, and always coconut custard pies. I always looked forward to that, because just the minute dinner was eaten, we had the Easter egg hunt.  We always had “real” eggs; when I was a child, there were no plastic ones.  My grandmother loved to hide eggs and took delight in finding spots where they would be hard to find.  She always placed them in tree branches, creeping vines, and flower pots.  She had lots of good places to hide them at her house.  Sometimes she would hide them before we ate lunch; and that always heightened the anticipation, because we weren’t “turned loose” until dinner was over.  She always helped us find them too, delighting and giving hints as to where they just might be.  Once we got up on Easter morning and found the ground covered in snow.  We were so disappointed.  But Ma had a solution.  We just hid eggs all over her house. Weeks later, we found an egg on the top of the kitchen cabinet!
After we moved to the country, we always went to sunrise service at the church.  Most of the time, we had to wear our heavy coats; it was seldom warm on Easter morning.  Those were meaningful times.  No one was dressed in Easter finery, and all came to celebrate the risen Lord- the real meaning of Easter.  We went away with a renewed appreciation for eternal life and for our Lord who gave it to us.  Those thoughts should be uppermost in our minds when Easter is celebrated.    

Saturday, January 29, 2011

New Beginnings

Sunrise - the untimate beginning
God's promise of renewal,
Brilliance and beauty
Exuding reverence.

Butterflies, fresh from the cocoon,
The cocoon of safety and confinement
Into a world of space -  and freedom.

Springtime, green and bright
With the hope of harvest;
Smells - peculiar only to Spring.

Easter, heralding the Joy of Rebirth,
God's assurance of Eternal Life;
Hope for tomorrow.

Seeds with life securely encased,
Needing only Nature's touch
To bring forth new beginnings.

And children...
God's reassurance of faith in human-kind,
Faith in His Creation.

New beginnings..
The chance to start over.
No remembering failures,
No holding grudges,
No finding fault.
New beginnings...
The gift of God's love.


Would that all of us could
Allow our armor to
Be cast aside and
Become a child again
For just one day.

To experience the joy
Shown in simple things:
A bloom of dandelion,
Or an ant on the path;
A rose wrapped in paper,
Wet with water so that
It stays fresh and green
Until it gets to school.

Would that all of us could
Feel wind on our face and
Laughter in our hearts, and
Become a child again
For just one day.