Memories of Charlton County - by Gibson and Mays Back to Table of Contents 24. REV. G. H. JACOBS (Pp 43-44) We had a wonderful local preacher that lived
out in the Prospect Church community and near the Brock settlement. He didn't move every few years like the rest of the Methodist preachers did so he was always available to fill in whenever the regular pastor was away. Everyone loved him and he was the one who married Ruth and me. His name was Rev. G. H. Jacobs. He was as honest as the day is long...a real good man. Mr. Jacobs's neighbors had a cow one time that want around and jumped in other folks'
fields and ate the corn. It got in Mr. Jacobs's green corn field one day and brought its yearling with it. This got Mr. Jacobs all wrought up so he got his gun and killed that cow with one shot. He didn't know the yearling was on the other side of the cow and when he shot, it went through and killed the yearling too. His neighbor wanted Nr, Jacobs to pay for the two animals that had been killed but he only paid for the cow. He wouldn't pay for the yearling and told his neighbor that he only
meant to kill the cow, not both of them. But it wasn't long before his conscience began to bother him and he went back and paid for the yearling too. He preached a whole lots at Prospect and many of his sermons were directed to the young folks. He called them "Children." He would, say "Now listen, Children!" in order to get their attention. One time he said that and at the same time a stallion that was hitched to a pine tree just outside the church
whinnied real loud. That made all the children laugh. They teased him about that for a long time. The Jacobs family had several children including Ollie who married a Ricketson; Jim who was one of my good friends; Charlie, Fred, Bob, Curt, and they also had an afflicted son. Mr. Jacobs thought I was going to marry Ollie, but we weren't sweethearts. I just rode her around in the buggy. After Ruth and I moved up to Waycross, Mr. Jacobs said his farm and
bought a place near Folkston. We often went back to Prospect Church to hear Ruth's daddy, Rev, Dean, preach and many times we passed the Jacobs house on our way. We saw Mr. Jacobs at most of the services so we hardly ever went to his house. One day we were going to Prospect and as we were about to pass Mr. Jacobs's house the car just automatically turned into his driveway. I hadn't planned on stopping. But I got out and knocked on the door and when I did, Mr. Jacobs called out "Coma in,
Madison. Will just died and you must help me lay him out." Will was his afflicted son that he had taken such good care of for about sixty years. Will had fallen on the floor and we put him on the bed. I said "Nr, Jacobs, what can I do to help?" and he said "Go get Mrs. Raynor. She'll know what to do." And I did. I have never understood what made me stop at Mr. Jacobs's house. I hadn't planned to do that! | 
