Blair Robinson White, July, 9th, 1983

FAMILY REUNION JULY 9, 1983

M.C..................................................................... Mr. Donald Robinson Selection .......................................................... National Negro Hymn
(First verse) Invocation ......................................................................... Rev. J. Price Welcome A d d re ss........................................... Mrs. Barbara Gilchrist Response .......................................................... Mrs. Brenda Briggs Selection .......................................................... National Negro Hymn
(Second verse) Family Ties
Family History ................................................... Miss Suffie Jennings Solo ................................................................. Mrs. Vernell Timpson Memorial Service ................................................. Mrs. Jessie Adams
Mrs. Willie C. Robinson Mr. Eddie White
Toast Master ............................................................ Mrs. Essie Dean Remarks ................................................................... Mr. Eddie White Benediction
DISCO -- 9:00 P.M. - 12:00 P.M.

President ....... Vice President Secretary ....... Asst. Secretary T r e a s u r e r .......

OFFICERS

------ Mr. Leroy Blair .. . Mr. Eddie White Miss Suffie Jennings
Mrs. Shirley Briggs .. Mr. Richard Blair

The President wishes to thank everyone for helping to make this reunion a success. The pleasure of being the host this year has been ours.
MENU FRIED CHICKEN
POTATO SALAD BAKED HAM
STRING BEANS CORN
ROLLS TOSSED SALAD PLAIN CAKE -- APPLE PIE -- LAYER CAKE TEA & LEMONADE

LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING
1st verse Lift every voice and sing, 'til earth and heaven ring, ring with
the harmonies of liberty. Let our rejoicing rise, high as the glist'ning skies. Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us. Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; facing the rising sun of our new day begun, let us march on till victory is won.
2nd verse Stony the road we trod, bitter the chast'ning rod, felt in the
days when hope unborn had died; yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet, come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, we have come, treading our path thru the blood of the slaugh tered. Out through the gloomy past, till now we stand at last, where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

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