The Rest of the Story

By Xlibris US

The Author shares with readers his life from time he graduated from high school, his life excited life in the navy , and from the navy to a civilian life, his call to the ministry, and the unusual experiences in his life as pastor of over fifty years, and sixty years of marriage, before the Lord called his wife home.
It was an exciting journey for a young man who grew up on a one mule farm in the red hills of Georgia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493182473

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Copyright © 2014 by William Bill Taylor.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4931-8248-0

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Rev. date: 03/06/2014

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

THE REST OF THE STORY

MORE OF THE STORY

I would like to dedicate this book to my wonderful wife of over 62 years before the Lord took her home on angel’s wings. Without her loving support of my ministry for the many years, I would never have been used of the Lord as He has used me.

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INTRODUCTION

I have already written and published an autobiography of my life, titled Growing Upon A One Mule Farm. It tells of my life up until I graduated from high school. I have also written and published a book, titled One Spiritual Journey that covers my walk with the Lord and the Churches that I was privileged to pastor. Recognizing by name, many of the wonderful people I met along the way. Listing some of the great revivals I experienced.

I have in this writing tried to add more to that which I have already written. I will pick up when I graduated from high school and cover much of my journey to the present.

I will also share with the reader some stories of my experiences as a pastor and an evangelist.

William Bill Taylor

Wingate, NC

THE REST OF THE STORY

Having graduated from high school on Friday night, the next morning I was at work at Bell Aircraft in Marietta, Georgia. My job was to remove the carburetors from the B-29 bombers and have a Thermos bulb inserted in them to resist freezing of the fuel at high altitudes in the bombing raids over Japan. After they returned the carburetors to me I had to reinstall them and reconnect others things that I had to disconnect to get to the carburetors. There were a few of these planes, which were not built at Bell but flown to Bell for modification. When we finished I was sent into the plant to drill rivets that the inspectors had found in the skins of the plane that did not pass their inspection. I drilled out the rivets and replaced the rivets. The rivets were contained in hot ice, and removed from the ice and inserted in the rivet hole, they were soft. One worker would be inside the fuselage, he or she would hold a steel bar against the soft rivet, I would have an air hammer on the head of the rivet and it would brad on the inside. When the rivet thawed out it would expand and tighten up as it harden. The rivets all were counter sunk, making the skin, which was aluminum, smooth.

You talk about noise, it was awful. I wanted out of the plant. I heard over the public address system in the plant that they needed some electricians in the hangers outside of the plant. And if a person was an electrician, they should report to a certain hanger. I took off to that hanger and when I got there and checked in. I found out that my sub foreman that I had worked for before was the one that was requesting electricians. When I met him, he said, Taylor, I didn’t know you were an electrician. I said, I turned on a light one time. He laughed and told me it was no problem that I could handle the job. The job consisted of wiring the switches to the releases of the opening of the bomb bay doors.

I enjoyed the basketball season at Bell Aircraft. An announcement came on the PA system that they wanted to sponsor a basketball team. The announcement stated that those interested should come to the recreation office. I took off. I was the first one there. They had made the decision that the first person to sign up would be the coach, which was me a basketball coach at 17 years old. I had a great year my senior year in high school. My coach tried to get me to stay in school for another year. He told me he probably could get me a college scholarship. I was ready to go to work, I had a brother who was fighting the Germans, later died fighting them. I had heard cat calls from opposing fans in HS calling me a 4F-er, that was a person that could not qualify for the Arm Services. I looked much older than sixteen.

Other men came and signed up, we had a great team, and my age was no problem. They let me play my game, and I did the substitution of the players. We practiced at the Brumbley Recreation Center in Marietta. We also played our home games there. We played in a couple of tournaments. One of those was in the Southeastern AAU tournament in Atlanta’s Sports Arena We won our first game against a team of USAF officers. One of the players was an all-American at Indiana University, Ralph Hamilton. I took him as the person that I would guard. He was featured in the Atlanta Newspaper that he was averaging over thirty points per game, had not been held under twenty for the season. He got 19 for the game. I played him belly button to belly button. I tried to deny him the ball, and it worked. The paper the next day reported that he for the first time of the season was held to under 20 points. I was much taller than he was and I think just as quick on my feet. We lost our second game to one of the top teams in the tournament, from Greenville SC.

I decided to leave Bell and join the Merchant Marines. Bell gave me a release from my job to join the Merchant Marines. My brother had written me before his death, fighting the Germans; he was drafted into the army. He told me to join the navy, not to be drafted into the army. I went to the Merchant Marines recruiting office and signed up. They gave me a physical and turned me down. They said that I had florescent high blood pressure. I never had heard of that before or since.

The last day I was at Bell I had some fun. I saw this guard pulled up to a hanger in his cart, sorta like a golf cart, and he went into the hanger. I got in his cart and took off on a sightseeing and exciting cruse. I rode around for a while. The guard and another guard sighted me. They took off after me in another cart. I could out run them since I wasn’t as heavy as the two in one cart. I had a ball out running them through the tunnels under the plant. They would fall behind when the tunnel was up grade. I finally came out of a tunnel which was steep that gave me about fifty yards ahead of them. I pulled up to a hanger, jumped out of the cart and went inside through a side door. In a minute or two they came through the door. I went over and started acting like I worked there. They came up behind me and asked me if I had seen anyone come through the door. I told them some fellow came through a few minutes ago and went out the other end if the hanger. I guess they went to the other end of the hanger looking for me. I looked out the door later to see if all things were clear. The cart that I had been in was gone. Boy that was exciting. Nothing they could have done if they had caught me. They could not get me fired, I had already quit.

Now that I had left Bell, I looked for another job. I found one at the Naval Air Base in Chamblee, Georgia, close to Atlanta. What was going on there was the refurbishing these single engine planes. The model was the Howard, which was used for ambulances, and