St. Paul’s Epistle


June 2022, VOLUME 47



Today, June 1st, marks the beginning of my sixth year at St. Paul’s.  My first Sunday was on Pentecost, the celebration of the birth of the Christian Church. It was on Pentecost that the disciples were gathered in Jerusalem and the Holy Spirit descended upon them “like wings of fire.” Filled with the Holy Spirit, Peter goes out into the streets and begins preaching. People from all over were in town that day to celebrate God’s gift of the Ten Commandments and despite the fact that they did not speak the same language they all understood Peter. On that day, we read in Acts, three thousand were baptized. 

I remember thinking at the time that Pentecost would be a good time to begin my ministry here because it would mark the beginning of something new and exciting – our ministry together. Pentecost, itself, marks the end of Easter and the beginning of a new ministry, our ministry as people who have been baptized in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. 

The news of three mass shootings this past month is both depressing and a call for action. Just as the arrival of the Holy Spirit was a call for action for the apostles, I believe the Holy Spirit calls upon us now to speak out for change. We need to insist that our elected officials do something different in response to these shootings than we have done after previous shootings. We, as a nation, need to work toward a solution rather than continue to make the same arguments and reach the same impasse that has prevented change. The status quo will not save lives.  I will not repeat all that I said in my sermon on May 29th, you may read it online or watch it on Facebook Live. I do want to emphasize; however, our words matter, we should not demonize anyone whose position is different from our own. Instead, we should discuss the issues with a goal of finding common ground.

My ministry here has not been what I expected, it has been shaped primarily by two things – preservation and the pandemic. When Cathy and I moved into the rectory before the remodeling was complete, I did not realize it was an omen of what was to come. There has been one project after another – including one that required us to move out of our home for one month while major foundation repairs were completed.  Over the past five years we have been completing projects for the preservation of our church facilities. We’ve addressed the undercroft flooding, leaks in the roof and the masonry walls, repaired and painted the interior plaster walls, and we are currently restoring one of the stained-glass windows. The work will continue, I feel, as long as I’m here. There is a great deal that needs to be done - the bell tower restoration (which has had to be placed on hold), the restoration of all the other stained-glass windows, increasing the physical accessibility into our sanctuary, addressing the deferred maintenance and making improvements in Anglican Hall and the Parish Hall . . . the list goes on and on. It’s a lot of work taking care of historical buildings. 

More important; however, is the work we are doing, and need to do, to fully recover from the effects of the pandemic. The COVID-19 virus shut down in-person worship and pushed us to find new ways to worship together. The good news is that it does make our worship more accessible to people who are unable to attend because of mobility issues. In addition, we are having virtual visitors by people who are looking for a church home. 

Still, online worship is not the same. And, coupled with the number of in-person activities and events that were cancelled during this pandemic, our sense of community is not what it was. How then, do we rebuild our sense of purpose and community. Attendance at St. Paul’s, like other churches, has been slow to return to its pre-COVID numbers. Participation in activities outside of worship has also been slow to recover. Fortunately, we are seeing our life at St. Paul’s is returning with some renewed energy. Not only did our choir return, several have decided to continue singing this summer. This makes a tremendous difference in our worship and I am grateful. 

The Care Team, while focusing on caring for our members, has called for the return of our Pub Theology - with a couple of improvements. We will go to places with private rooms where we can have group discussions with a theological theme (see article to follow). Also, our men’s group, the Churchmen, hosted a scaled back Mardi Gras party before Lent and is now planning its first Shrimp Dinner since the pandemic began (see article to follow). In addition, St. Paul’s will have a table at the PRIDE celebration on Main St. Then, at the end of the day, St. Paul’s will offer a worship service on our front lawn. 

The pandemic may have dampened our spirit, but it did not overcome it. Each time we get together, I feel the Holy Spirit strengthening us. I am so thankful! 

Thanks be to God!



An adolescent boy pushes his bicycle through the streets of Alexandria, Va., towards home. Why is he not riding the brand-new Schwinn? Because he had prowled through his neighborhood’s trash and found treasures-- old, discarded appliances, which he has loaded on the bike to bring to his bedroom repair shop fixing as many as he can because he loves to tinker and examine how things work. Fast forward a few decades and you would find that boy becoming a Master Electrician and starting his own business, Mike Schmidt Electric in Batesville. His love of fixing and tinkering never waned.

Mike was born in Washington, D.C. on June 24, 1952. His dad was a statistician for the Department of Labor, an avid stamp collector and loved to refinish old furniture. His mother devoted her time to raising her three children of which Mike was the second born.

The family had an early version of television briefly until Mike’s dad realized how mesmerized the little kids were by the programs. He deemed it “bad for them” and banned the TV from the house opting instead for radio, mostly tuned in to the Metropolitan Opera.

When he reached college age in 1971, Mike was recruited by Arkansas (Lyon) College. After enrolling, it took a while for Batesville and AC to “grow on” Mike. The closest thing to a fast-food restaurant was Minute Man and he remembers a lot of mom-and-pop groceries. Campus life was a little tricky for Mike as well because the social life made it hard to dedicate time to studies. For that reason, he found a room to rent in town in the home of Mrs. Helen King. He stayed there for three years, and he and Mrs. King became life-long friends.

Mike credits Drs. Terrell Tebbetts, Charles Oliver and Dan and Jane Fagg for guiding him through his college years. Being one credit short of graduating on time, he years later wrote a dissertation and presented it to Dr. Jane and earned the one credit he needed to get his diploma. The subject of his paper was “The Series Loop Method Used to Electrify the Early Streetlights in Downtown Batesville.” (doesn’t that sound like something Mike would know about?)

At that point, Mike could rightfully claim degrees in History and English but of course he was doing what he loved most, being an electrician. He went out on his own in 1987 and still owns and operates the business as its only employee.

Mike wanted to mention Lynne, his first wife who came to St. Paul’s with him in early 2000s. They first bonded over the hobby of needlepoint which both did as well as Lynne’s enjoyment of cross-stitch. She suffered a major stroke at age 35 was unable to do that work using one hand. This is when the two of them started growing roses in their back yard. At one time they counted 150 rose bushes in their yard. (Jo Cargill remembers these roses were exquisite, all groomed and the names of the species duly noted). Mike and Lynne won many prizes at area wide competitions. A highlight was when Lynne took King and Queen of Show at the Memphis Rose Show one year.

After Lynne’s prolonged illness and death Mike and Sally Fittsizer became friends, eventually more than friends. She filled the void in his life and took care of him as Lynne would have wanted. After a near death event for Mike they both realized how much they loved and needed each other and they married in May, 2019.

Mike and Sally are members in good standing in two Episcopal Churches, St Paul’s and Trinity Cathedral in Little Rock. They split their time and talents between the two cities and the two churches. St Paul’s is blessed to have them as dedicated members.



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 Note: Dora Le Baker Ferguson was one of the authors of ‘Worthy of Much Praise,’ the history of St. Paul’s. This is an account of her experience during the 1930’s Depression.

                                         The Depression and Several Years Before                                                    by Dora Leale Baker Ferguson

The people who lived through the depression of the thirties are just a little bit different! Most of them say that even if they had a million dollars, they would still be looking for a bargain. It left a lasting impact on nearly everyone.

My father, Walter Louis Baker, was a survivor. We were never hungry. He raised chickens, rabbits and had a part interest in a goat farm near Cushman with the county agent. He made a wonderful garden from a rocky patch of ground. He was good friends with all county agents, especially Mr. Clem and Mr. Beard. We had red raspberries, celery, cabbage, artichokes, and many unusual things he would order from seed catalogues.

He made a fish pond with a fountain from pieces of junk. He made a graceful bird bath out of a cistern bottom and a metal top which is still in our side yard 65 years later. He made a hammock which my friends thought was wonderful.

Our front room (really a front room because it was so close to the sidewalk [the house was built long before the sidewalk was built]) was lined on all sides with books. There was no library in Batesville at that time. I read everything, including the Classics. I read straight through the “Books of Knowledge” including French lessons. My brother, Albert, was ten years older than I and he spent all his money on books. We also had many old books from grandparents. I knew Albert was a dedicated minister instead of a brother. Our minister, Dr. Verne Stover, gave Albert many books and was a great influence on his spiritual life. He became a minister.

We lived in house, now gone, between the Glenn and Wycough houses on Water Street. The Glenns, Wycoughs, and Bakers were friends and neighbors for many years.

We, some girls and I, went swimming nearly every day in the summer. My father and T. B. McAdams usually took a car full of girls to Millers Creek, The ledge, or the Rocks on the bayou. We also went to Ruddell Mill where the water was very cold. Robin Stamps often a Dr. Pepper truck and we rode on the back. We also went to Green Briar where some boys had built a float in the river. The water was warm at that time. Sometimes we went to Salado Creek.

One of the events of the week was Saturday night when nearly everyone went downtown. The stores were open until nine or ten. If you had a car, you sat in in and watched the people on the street or in the stores.

Another event was the Chautauqua which came to town once a year and had a large tent on the old Arkansas College Campus – now the Presbyterian Church. It was a good grade of entertainment. There was always one event in which the town children took part. I remember when we marched and sang about the “Health Crusades.” The quality of this was far above TV today. I have a program of June, 1928, and the season ticket was two dollars.

My father’s first car was a Model T Ford which won prizes at fairs for being the oldest car. He was very proud of this, but I wasn’t! Later, we had a small car with a rumble seat. This car was named ‘Doodle Bug.’ My cousin Walter Reeder, could sometimes get his family car. This was called ‘Essie Blue’ and was of course an Essex. Edwin Brewer had a Buick which really got used. We liked to drive in circles at the end of Main Street until we got dizzy. Not much traffic then!

We also used our feet. We hiked to Kippewa, a cave with a spring up the old bayou road. At one time a club house stood there. We walked to Waldron Lookout further up the same road across from old Jesse Bean’s house. We hiked to Millers Creek where Robbie Callis had a store and often to Moorefield. Sometimes we took our 22’s for target practice. Jack Evans and Paul Arnold had taught us all the rules of safety with rifles.

The house where I lived had been built by my grandfather and had a large front porch and one at the side of the house was a good gathering place for young people. It was a perfect place to dance. Once we disturbed a Methodist Revival held in a vacant lot across the street. We were requested to be quieter! My cousin, Walter Reeder, and friends Edwin Brewer, Jack Evans, Jimmy Cox, Louis Vacey and others were always ready to do silly but fun things! Looking back, we were very innocent and dumb.

We had a Victrola and our friend, Anela Laman, played the piano with vim and vigor. The Victrola and records got traded in during the worst of the depression for several loads of stove wood.

The Southern Grill, below the courthouse, was owned by two young men, Paul Tobey and Sid Bronson. They let the high school and young college crowd use it as a meeting place. They were fine young men and no one took advantage of them – no liquor or drugs. Aspirin was the only drug we knew about. We had barely enough money for a coke of hamburger. I met my husband, Wilbur B. Ferguson, there. He was on the Arkansas College football team.

We made our own amusements. Friday or Saturday nights we invited some college boys and other friends to eat chili, hamburgers, scrambled eggs, or something cheap to fix in our homes. We were often at Butler Hill, home of Lib and Paul Butler. A favorite game was ‘Hide in the Dark.’ One person hid and as each person found him, they would hide with him or her until the entire group was huddled in one place – silly but fun!

We often went to the Presbyterian Church for Christian Endeavor – called ‘Christian Devilers’ wittily by us. Sometimes we went to BYPU at the Baptist Church known to us as ‘B Y Phew.’ Our sense of humor worked overtime.

Many young men were in the CCC Camps. There were dances at Sylamore Lodge. The CCC boys built some beautiful bridges and other things. One WPA project was researching Courthouse records. Another was a course on family history taught by Chloe Vida Young – a descendant of early settler, George Ruddell. She taught us to make direct line charts and use courthouse records in our research. I was about seventeen years old, but this interest stayed with me all my life.

Arkansas College recruited a football team. Wilbur Ferguson, Red Smith, Russel Bentley, Bull Durham, Enid Barron, Elmer Hogg, and others. There were no jobs available, so they played ball and got an education. They worked part time at college jobs. The boy’s dormitory was a lovely brick building with should not have been torn down. Lib Butler’s Aunt Nola was matron and she had some girls spend the night several times. What a thrill for teen aged girls!

Alumni Hall, next to Morrow Hall was our entertainment center. The plays were really good and we attended all recitals, sitting on the front row. It was good entertainment and was, for the most part, free. Alumni Hall was a lovely classic style building. I got an ‘A’ on an essay I wrote on it in Dr. Samuel Evin’s English class.

My friend, Virginia Timmons’ father was Dean of College, and taught Spanish. We thought the furniture in the Timmons house, torn down now, was weird. Blasé and weird were our favorite descriptions of everything. Later, we realized their furniture had real value as early southern antiques.

We went to the Gem Theater and saw many really good movies – never paid more than a dime. Mr. Landers was very good to us – gave us lots of movie magazines and the show cards from the front of the theater.

Boyce’s Sandwich Shop had really good chili. A steak sandwich was ten cents. A line of boys were always in front of the shop. They were known as the ‘Receiving Line.’ If you didn’t merit a whistle – too bad. Chad Moore sold hot tamales from a cart on the street. Rumors that they were made from cats didn’t hurt business.

A group of girls often looked at clothes at Barnett’s and Fitzhugh’s, but there were few sales from us.

I had my Aunt Emily Bass, who was an artist, with a sewing machine. She made me a beautiful tailored coat from a man’s over coat. I wore it for many years and it would have been small looking today.

Most people did not lock doors at that time. We didn’t have a key to one door of our house on Water Street. We walked anywhere in town at night with no fear at all. ‘Gang’ at that time meant a crowd of young people who met together to drink cokes, talk, and dance.

None of us felt poor in any way. We were seldom without something to do. We had access to spend the weekend at Riverview, a large club house on a bluff up the river. Betty Blonde’s family belonged to this club. We would also go for weekends to Kamp Kiwanda, owned by the Hail – later Batesville Outing Club. Sometimes Eleanor Gray was our chaperone.

Some of our favorite songs were ‘Stardust,’ ‘Mood Indigo,’ ‘Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,’ and many others.

When Wilbur and I got married, he was one of the few young men who had a job. He made fifteen dollars a week working in a drug store. We once rented a house for fifteen dollars a month, which we shared with a school teacher, his wife, and their child. Each family paid seven dollars and fifty cents a month for rent. We spent five dollars a week for groceries. Round steak was twenty-five cents a pound and a large can of peaches cost ten cents.

It was a very different world from the one we live in today.



Bill Olson hosted the May meeting of the Churchmen May 24 at the Parish Hall. A delicious meal of smoked chicken and sides was served.

During the business meeting, plans were finalized for the Shrimp Dinner to be held July 28th at 6 p.m. There will be 250 tickets for sale at $35 each. The venue will be indoor/outdoor weather permitting.

Kinky Guenzel will once again be in charge of cooking the shrimp. Music will be provided by Sarah Roark and John Parks. 

The group set September 29th for the date of our Octoberfest celebration. More details on that later.

During the business meeting the members voted to donate $5000 to the stained-glass window project. Reports indicate the work will be completed in a month or so.


The local chapter of Moms Demand Action, St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, and First United Methodist Church invite you to a prayer vigil on June 7th at 7:00 p.m. to memorialize our country’s most recent victims of gun violence. The ceremony will take place on the front lawn at St. Paul’s. Moms Demand Action is a grassroots movement of Americans fighting for public safety measures that can protect people from gun violence. This group believes that gun violence is preventable, and they are committed to do what it takes to keep families safe. They also in our communities and with business leaders to encourage a culture of responsible gun ownership.


St. Paul’s Care Team formed in May to better address the needs of our member. After calling people on our prayer list to determine needs, we then assigned members of our team to visit, call, and send card to members who are having difficulty attending our services. The group will meet again on June 26th at 6:00 p.m. for further planning. If you would like someone to contact you, please let us know in the office.


Some of us have expressed an interest in resuming Pub Theology, a monthly get-together for church members and guests to gather in a local restaurant for dinner and fellowship. The activity was forced to pause during the Covid 19 pandemic. Plans have been made to restart Pub Theology by meeting at Tavolo’s June 28th at 5:30 p.m.

Episcopal Church Women Meeting

ECW met for its last meeting before summer May 10th in the home of Sara Drake. Ten members enjoyed a salad potluck buffet and visiting around Sara’s large dining table. Always a great time at Sara’s.

Meetings will resume in September. Watch for further information.


Pride Festival this year will take place on Main St. on June 11th from 5pm-9pm. Volunteers are needed for the church booth for during these hours; you can contact Nikki Bittle by either text 870-307-2222 or email or contact Rhonda Mundy via text at 870-612-0928. St. Paul’s will also hold a worship service on the front lawn of the church at end to the evenings (and before the dance). Glo Dance with a live DJ performance will be from 9pm-11pm.

2022 Flower Chart: Beginning with July 10, we have open dates for flowers every Sunday through September 4. If you have a specific date in mind, please let us know by texting or calling Jo Cargill-Krug at 613-6981 or to reserve a date.

We can reserve your date year to year if you request.

Note: Flowers don’t necessarily have to be ordered from a florist but supplied by the donor. After the 10:30 service the flowers are yours to take home or give to someone. The green vase liners can be taken out but, if possible, returned to the sacristy for reuse.



Samuel Crawford graduated from Batesville High School on May 13 and was recognized as an Arkansas Scholar. He has enrolled in the Heavy Equipment Operation program at the University of Monticello and will be moving south this summer.

Pictures for Youth Sunday including the Prayers of the People that was written by Sam, Ray & Dean can be viewed with the link provided below- Katie 

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June 5

Mike Schmidt

Laura Hance

June 12

Dave Allen

Steve Massey

June 19

Ardis Gillespie

Danell Hetrick

June 26

Cameron Gillespie

Gary Perkey




June 5

Bill Olson & Lee Conditt

David Taverner

June 12

Pat Mulick & Ardis Gillespie

Jon Healey

June 19

Gary Perkey & Tim Dunlap

Steve Massey

June 26

Mike & Rhonda Mundy

Jon Healey

Altar Guild: Carol Crosby & Rhonda Mundy


 1st: Team Bumpers

8th: Team Payne

15th: Team Olson

22nd: Team Stalker

29th: Team Mundy/Bittle


Birthdays: Sophia Stalker (6/2), Katie McDonald (6/4), Betty Bess (6/10), Uwe Grahn (6/10), Phil Farris (6/13), Matt Stephenson (6/14), Paul Hance (6/15), Sarah Stalker (6/17), Ann Stephenson (6/20), Mike Schmidt (6/24), Sarah Shreve (6/24), Pam Skinner (6/25), and Richard Ameigh (6/26).

Anniversaries: Miles & Katie Janke (6/3), Gary & Cindy Perkey (6/10), Elmer & Carol Heringer (6/14), Nelson & Sandy Barnett (6/18), Kirk & Sarah Harmon (6/24), Scott & Kim Stalker (6/25), Ross & Lua Jones (2/26), and Paul & Laura Hance (6/27). 

If you have a birthday or anniversary you would like added to our list, please contact the office at


Jo Cargill-Krug, Editor

Fr. Jim McDonald, Publisher

Nelson Barnett, St. Paul's Historian

Katie Janke, Layout & Design