Homer Mullins Homer Mullins

Happy birthday Sanna. Miss seeing you and Jimmy. Think of you often. I see Jimmy’s picture hanging on the wall of his office. I rarely see photos that capture so entirely the essence of a personality as his does. For others to see, I’m sttaching below. Hope you all have a happy holiday season. Love, Homer

Happy Birthday Kingsley buddy. Hope all’s well with you. Living in Macon now. Sub teaching at Stratford.

Happy birthday Eloise. Wishing you many more.

Hello Lynda and Happy Birthday. Hope you're healthy and continuing to dance and enjoy life with Fred. Keep hoping l'll see Chuck at some point; I understand he's real busy. I remember you and your family fondly in earlier days around the neighborhood and Vineville UMC. FYI, I remarried and bought the old Weaver house on Wesley Circle near Ingleside and Pierce which we have just finished renovating. One last thing, you don't likely remember but at the 2014 reunion I promised to send you a web address for a dancing couple I thought you and Fred might enjoy though I realize by now you may already have met them: www.charlieandjackie.com. Hope to see you again real soon. Love you, Homer M.

Posted on: Jun 16, 2016 at 9:03 PM

So Susan, what's the profile change? I don't see nuttin new!

Posted on: Apr 01, 2016 at 11:52 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
I hope to meet Priscilla soon. Only have heard of two women with this name - Cinderella's step sister and Elvis Presley's former wife. Love that name.
Hope you have a Happy Birthday. Have a Bombay martini,straight up with a twist to insure this will happen.
All the very best,
Berry

Eloise, Thanks so much for all your hard work, and that of your committee, in making the reunion so festive and enjoyable. Obviously, it was also a great time to renew social contacts (especially those of the female variety) and I especially appreciate your efforts at making that happen. Too, it was great to have a chance to catch up with Billy whom I haven't known nearly as well as I'd like. In one sense - and only one - I suppose you could call that "cross class pollination!" (Grin)

Hope to see more of y'all now that I'm back in town and keep me in mind as a dependable volunteer for projects of mutual interest down the road. I believe I'll be seeing you Saturday night.

All best, Homer

Posted on: Sep 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM

I circled back to make some changes to my personal “Comments” that I entered last night but they seem to have disappeared; no matter, I’ll just post this revision as a new comment:

I returned to Macon in April this year after spending 6 years in Princeton, NJ, pursuing a new career (and a chick!). In February, after 5 years of marriage, the chick dumped me and pushed off in a different direction (there’s a lesson here about chasing your nature too far beyond the Mason-Dixon Line, but I’ll leave that for you to decide); I couldn’t think of a better place to resettle than “Home,” so, here I am. Just over a month after returning, I lost my 41 year-old son, Lee, who was found by his stepfather some 2-3 days after collapsing on the floor of his cottage behind the home of his late mother (Linda Roberts House) near the corner of Napier and Pio Nono Avenues (also known in times past as the “Culpepper house”). The medical examiner ruled his death to have resulted from an apparent sudden and unexpected heart attack. Lee had been out of work for several years but things appeared to be turning around for him when he was offered a full-time position by a well known and established clinic as counselor for adolescents at risk for substance abuse and addiction disorders. He was thrilled and excited to have been given this chance which he hoped would break the cycle of unemployment, unwanted and "shameful" financial dependence, and allow him to start over on many levels, most notably as a father and provider for his 6 year-old son, Obe, whom he adored. Unfortunately, the opportunity failed to materialize as he was to have reported for work on the Monday just following the week of his death.

In these times, it is hard to imagine anyone – whether family, friends, acquaintances or whomever – who has not been affected by mental illness. In going through his papers in the days following his death, I found a brief note of something he apparently read and thought meaningful enough to jot down, a piece I thought very appropriate as an epilogue to his life: “Everyone you meet, however unlikely, has a war going on inside that you know nothing about. Be kind.”

Posted on: Sep 26, 2014 at 12:49 AM