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Descendants of AUBREY WILSON REYNOLDS And BILLIE ANN GRAFF
AUBREY WILSON REYNOLDS7 (AUBREY EDWARD6, LEONIDAS ERASMUS5, LEONIDAS BASCOM4, HARTWELL STAIN3, HENRY2, FATHER1) was born in Union City, Pa.. He married BILLIE ANN GRAFF November 25, 1970 in Hot Springs, AR., Lakeview Assembly of God, daughter of BENJAMIN GRAFF and BILLIE. She was born in Hot Springs, Arkansas. The children of AUBREY REYNOLDS and BILLIE GRAFF are:
1.MATTHEW TYNNE8 REYNOLDS (AUBREY WILSON7, AUBREY EDWARD6, LEONIDAS ERASMUS5, LEONIDAS BASCOM4, HARTWELL STAIN3, HENRY HARTWELL2, HENRY1) was born 1973 in Benton, Arkansas. He married JULIE ANNETTE LIPE in The Church of God of Athens, Alabama,
She was born Jun 1973 daughter of MICHAEL E. LIPE.
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Marriage: Church of God, Athens, Alabama
Married By: Reverend Aubrey Wilson Reynolds
Children of MATTHEW REYNOLDS and JULIE LIPE are:
i. ALLISON Grace REYNOLDS, b.2005, Baton Rouge, La..
ii. KAITIN FAITH REYNOLDS, b. 2005, Baton Rouge, La..
2. DAVID LOYD8 REYNOLDS (AUBREY WILSON7, AUBREY EDWARD6, LEONIDAS ERASMUS5, LEONIDAS BASCOM4, HARTWELL STAIN3, HENRY 2, HENRY1) was born Jun 1977 in Benton, Arkansas. He married SHALON ZINK 28 Jul 2001 in First Methodist Church Metford, OK.. She was born 1977.
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More About DAVID REYNOLDS and SHALON ZINK:
Marriage: 28 Jul 2001, First Methodist Church Metford, Oklahoma
Child of DAVID REYNOLDS and SHALON ZINK is:
i. BENJAMIN ISAACS9 REYNOLDS, b. 2008, Tuttle, Oklahoma.
Notes for Aubrey Wilson Reynolds
The following profile is not current, for updates note words in italics.
Bill Reynolds first attended Arkansas Polytechnic College at Russellville,
Arkansas. After leaving A P C he completed his education graduating from the University of Arkansas
with a degree in
chemical engineering. He also has a degree in education in the field of teaching
from The University of Monticello, located in Arkansas.
Bill is a pastor and church
builder. He has served in
the mission field in Jamaica, where he helped establish The Mandeville Church of
God . He has also served as an assistant to the pastor (Gary Kennedy) for
the Grape Chapel Church of God in Benton, Arkansas, served as pastor of the Smith Chapel Church of God in
Kingsland, Arkansas, also served as Pastor for the Athens Church of God in
Athens, Alabama. While there he supervised the building and planning of a new
sanctuary, and fellowship hall that was completed during his term as pastor. He
pastured the North Western Church of God located at Fayetteville, AR. The
church at Fayetteville was organized under the leadership of pastor
Reynolds and the congregation recently moved into new sanctuary located in
Bentonville, AR. On completion of the move the church was renamed, The
Sonbridge Church of God of Bentonville, AR.,
(Note: Sonbridge Church of God has recently moved to a new location in Rogers, Arkansas where the congregations can better serve the needs of communities there.) Updated April 2008
Bill is currently employed as an engineer for the architectural firm of P B Architectures & Engineering, Perry Butcher and Associates located in Roger, Arkansas. Perry L . Butcher & Associates has grown from a two man firm in 1963 to one of the largest firms in northwestern Arkansas. The firm has won several architectural awards from Wal-Mart Stores for excellence in providing planning and development of their stores. He passed his professional engineering test for chemical engineering on October 24, 2003 and received his license in December. 2003. This qualifies Bill to certify the architectural prints of other engineers that are working under his supervision. He was recently promoted to Vice President of Engineering and is currently certify to practice engineering in 26 states.
(Note; Bill Reynolds is the owner of a sustainable development company, consulting firm that works within the framework of environmental usage, economic and social sustainability. His company works to identify patterns of resource use that aims to meet human needs while preserving the natural environment so that these needs can be met not only in the present, but in the indefinite future. The firm works with other companies and industry to become more profitable in usage of natural resources.) Updated April 2008
For more information email : aubreyreynolds@sbcglobel.net.
While living in Athens, Alabama, he served as president of the Rock & Mineral Society and has written several articles on the subject. Bill recently took a 10 day trip to Mandeville, Jamaica to preach a revival, leaving November 1, 2003 with his wife Billie Ann. The revival lasted 14 days and part was nationally televised. It received a good response by those that wanted to receive Christ. The Church of God of Mandeville has grown since Bill first helped established the church. It now has a Christian school with over 120 students and a dormitory training institute. Twenty-seven of the students are currently training for the ministry.
If you live in Northwestern Arkansas, or are visiting the area we cordially invite you to worship with us.
Pastor Bill and Billie Ann Reynolds
Our Church is committed to proclaiming the message of reconciliation and ministering the love of God through Jesus Christ, His Son.
Sonbridge Church of God
Walnut Street, Rodgers, Arkansas
Sunday Morning Worship, 10:00 AM Sunday Evening Bible Study, 6:30 PM Youth Sunday Evening, 6:00 PM Wednesday Bible Study, 7:00 PM Thursday Prayer Circle 1:30 PM
For any question concerning the worship services; Phone 479-756-3086, or send mail to Pastor Bill Reynolds
3607 Edward Avenue Springdale, Arkansas 72762
Mrs. Billie Ann Graff is a graduate of Lafargue High School, Effie, Louisiana and attended the Delta Business College in Alexander, Louisiana. While living in Athens she was employed by Taco Bell as a bookkeeper with the responsibly of helping to keep track of the records for several stores located there in the city.
Billie Ann has been a help mate to her husband for 33 years. She has been a dedicated worker in their ministry throughout the years by working with the youth and being active in the music ministry. She has helped raise their two sons to be fine young men, which is truly a blessing for any family. She is a witness to many people for her dedication and love shown for the Lord and for her family.
Billie Ann has for the past few years taken herself out of the public workforce and is devoting her time to making jewelry. She is a craftsman at beading necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Her own personal touch of adding gemstones and rocks, found and polished by Bill and herself, make her jewelry unique and one-of-a-kind.
Written by Deborah Reynolds 2003
Thanks Deb
The following article appeared in The Sentinel Record
Miss Billie Ann Graff and Aubrey Wilson Reynolds were united in marriage Wednesday morning, November 25. Her parents are Mr. and Mrs. B. L. Graff of Mena, AR and he is the son of Mrs. Clara Reynolds, 480 Central Avenue and the late Aubrey E. Reynolds.
The double-ring ceremony was performed by Reverend Earl. Teeter in the Lakeview Assembly of God Church before an altar decorated with mums and chrysanthemums in lilac and pink. Brass candelabra entwined with greenery and holding white tapers flanked the scene. Attending the couple were Misses Candy Graff and Bonnie Lee Reynolds, Robert E. Reynolds and Bruce E. Reed.
A reception followed in Fellowship Hall where Mrs. Darlene R. Roberson and Miss Pamela Reed served guest fruit punch and three-tiered wedding cake.
Hot Springs News, October 29, 1970, page 8A
Mr. and Mrs. B. L. Graff of Mena announce the engagement and approaching
marriage of their daughter, Billie Ann, to Aubrey Wilson Reynolds, son of Mrs.
Clara B. Reynolds and the late Aubrey Edward Reynolds of Hot Springs.
The bride-elect is a graduate of
LaFargue High School in Effie, La., and she attended Delta Business College in
Alexandria, La.
Mr. Reynolds is a graduate of Hot
Springs High School and is currently a senior at the University of Arkansas in
Fayetteville, where he is majoring in chemical engineering.
The wedding will be solemnized Nov. 25, at the Lakeview Assembly of God Church
in hot Springs.
The following article is a true story that
Pop told. My brother Bill Reynolds wrote the story from memory. I appreciate
Bill's contribution to the preservation of Pop's legacy. Pop had an ability to spin a yarn.
His story telling is the primary
reason way both Bill and I are interested in family history. Story telling was
instilled in your minds at a early age. Pop would intrigue us with stories that
would make the past come alive.
Robert Reynolds Dec. 20
The Tornado
As a boy I never knew the luxury of staying in bed late. The day started long before the sun rises on a dairy farm. The cows have to be taken care before we ever thought of setting down to breakfast. Although it was only November, the early morning air hung thick and warm like the breath of the Guernsey I was milking. There was no breeze to blow away the flies that had been drawn to the smell of manure. The dog, Scotty, was anxious to get on with the day. He yelped at me excitedly as if to say that I was working to slow to suit him.
Ever day without fail he would lead the herd out to pasture and then in the
evening lead them home. Only occasionally when the weather was very bad did he
get any time off. Scotty was a work dog and he lived to work. The sounds of the
early morning and the evening always included the sound of Scottie's bark
correcting a straggler and the sounds of clanging cowbells. Those bells had come
over with our ancestors from the low lands of Scotland near the Tynne River. It
was too many generations ago to remember their names but I felt a connection
with them whenever I heard the bells. Dad said, "that the bells were really sheep
bells."
Breakfast to some is an optional
meal. But for working folks it is a necessity. I have always said, "If I am
going to work like a horse then I will eat like a horse." Mares eat oats and
therefore oatmeal was a staple item at breakfast. Not runny soup like oatmeal
but the kind that will stand a spoon up straight. A big breakfast included fried
potatoes smothered in onions along with salt pork belly. A person working in hot
weather must have plenty of salt. The smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen
signaled the family to the table. Breakfast was also a time of lining out the
rest of the days work. Dad was the foreman and the rest of us were the field
hands. "After breakfast well start on digging the potatoes, "Dad said.
"Hopefully, we will have them in the root cellar before evening."
Mom asked me, "Aubrey, will you bring me a few new potatoes and I will fix cream
potatoes and sweet peas for lunch?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered. My dad would
have boxed my ears if I had said any thing else. Besides, like the rest of the
family I was looking forward to new tatters.
The tatter eyes had been put in the
ground in early spring or sooner. Arkansas weather permits the planting of
a number of hardy crops in late winter or early spring. It was approaching the
middle of November and the weather was still warm when
we began digging up the hills of potatoes that had been planted in the early
part of 1915. Even though dad was a young boy of 10, the memories of
potatoe planting time were still fresh on his mind.
"Don't cut those potatoes with the
fork, boy." Dad cautioned. "They will rot in this heat if you do"
Aubrey remembered the sweat soaked bandana that his Dad had tied around
his head. "It ran down my sunburned
neck and soaked the union-alls I wore. In the winter we wished for summer heat.
A cool north wind would have been welcomed. By late afternoon it felt like the
dog days August," he said.
Massive giants loomed in the southwest sky,
"looks like a northern is blowing," Dad said. Sudden changes in weather are
common in Arkansas A hot sultry day in November makes folks in Arkansas nervous. The stillness that weighs heavily in the
air and cumulus clouds that anvil in the warm afternoon gave a warning to
those who watch the sky. Its not the overcast days of gentle spring rains that
bring the storms. Nor is it the short-lived summer thunderstorms that threaten
loudly but soon play out. It's the angry clouds that feed on the moisture
steaming in from the Gulf. Couple that with a wind coming in from the plains and
it's a recipe for a killer.
War had broken out in the southwest.
Almost constant flashes of fire preceded the roar of cannons. Scotty was hastily
herding the cows to the shelter of the barn. The old workhorse had already made
a mad dash to the perceived safety of her stall. The sky was a sick green.
"It doesn't look good," Dad warned.
I heard mom shouting, "Lee!
Lee! Get to the cellar."
The hail came. An angry sky was
blasting grapeshot at tiny figures fleeing the battle. Then I saw it. A black column was twisting like a rain snake
hanging from the fence. "Cyclone" Dad howled. His voice was barely audibly above
the roar. I thought of the sound of the big saw at the mill on Hot Springs Creek
as it eats its way through a rich pine log. The thing turned white as it passed
over the Ouachita River. Neighbors
later said they found fish in their yards for
miles around. In an instant the hungry monster was consuming what we had worked
years building. A wall of debris raced toward us.
Something hit me just as I got to the
top of the cellar steps. The force slammed me into the darkness of the shelter.
I couldn't even hear my mother screaming. Time stopped.
Then there was silence except for
sobbing. Mom kept saying over and over, "where's your Father. Where's your
Father?"
As we climbed out, we gazed on a
completely new world. "My God it's all gone, "mother cried.
Dad was gone. The barn, the house, the herd, the dog, and the shade trees were
all gone. There was only rubble to mark where once we lived and worked. The only
thing standing was the old mare anchored where the barn once stood. The floor
was swept clean but there she stood like a shell-shocked veteran. That horse
would never stay in a barn after the storm. If the wind blew, she would kick the
door down to get out. The force of the wind was so strong that straw was driven
into the stumps of the trees. The twister had mowed a path from the river almost
to the edge of town.
We weren't alone in our nightmare. A
poor family on Tin Can Hill got in a ditch. It was the only shelter they could
find. It certainly was a safer place than the shotgun shack they lived in. All
the family would have made it except the father had to look up to see the thing.
A piece of tin roofing spinning severed his head in front of his wife and kids.
Doc Elliot was at his office in town
when the tornado hit. He raced to his home as fast as a Model T could get him
there. The house was gone. Bess, his black housekeeper was dying in the back
yard by the clothesline. She had been beating rugs. A two-by-four had gone
through her like a lance pinning her to the ground. She whispered, "O sweet
Jesus." Some say Doc gave her a massive shot of morphine to ease her over to the
arms of Jesus. Wagons began to show up with folks carrying food, blankets, saws,
and axes. Work was their way of saying they cared. The sheriff organized search
parties to look for the missing. Mother fussed about not having anything to
offer to our neighbors. Piles of wreckage had to be taken apart piece by piece.
The wind had locked the remains of trees, barns, and homes into a tangled
Chinese puzzle.
A twister does strange things. My Dad was carried over a quarter mile and buried
under a pile of rubble. He was still alive when they found him. The cyclone had
left its mark on him by removing part of his skull and polluting the gray matter
of his brain with trash. Papa was never the same. For the rest of his life he
carried a steel plate that served as a replacement for real bone. It was not
just the plate. The storm took something from his soul.
We went back to work rebuilding the
farm. We picked up the pieces and went on with life. The work had to go on. The
potatoes had to be dug the following spring. The livestock had to carried for
day to day. The sun broke through the morning mist and the laid to rest on a
crimson bed in the west. But life was never the same. It once seemed so
predictable with its daily rhythms and endless cycle of seasons. A time to plant
and time pluck up what is planted. It all changed that spring day when chaos
visited us. Dad sold the dairy and moved to Texas. A golf course now stands
where the cows grazed.
There have been many more storms in
my life since that hot day in May. I've had to pick up the pieces and start all
over again; time after time. That's life. I'm a working man and I love to work.
My hands prove it. I guess working folks have a need to make order out of chaos.
The story of the twister has been told too many times to remember. It has become
a family legend. When the day is done and it is time for reflection, my children
often ask me to tell them the story.
The smell of coffee wakes them in the
morning but they put raisins on their oatmeal.
Picture of the destruction of the Reynolds Dairy
Written By Aubrey (Bill) Reynolds
Posted by Robert E Reynolds
E-mail address
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