"Everybody needs a brother like James (Jamie) Knight. He was the third son of Dad and Mom, born on March 17, 1934. He was one of the most gentle men that I have ever known. I never knew of Jamie getting into trouble at school, with our parents, or anyone else. He was a quiet guy and that may have been because he followed Harvel in the line of boys and it paid to be quiet when Harvel wanted you to.
One of the funniest things that I remember happening involving Jamie, and probably the most mischievious thing that he ever did, happened one night after everyone was in the bed. I have mentioned that in the 'big house' we had three bedrooms. Dad and Mom took one, when Granny was with us she took one, and Linda slept with her some, and then the
boys had the other room. Most times there were two boys in one bed and sometimes three. One night, Jamie and Rayburn were in bed and they were talking and cutting up. Dad kept saying, "You boys quieten down in there." But, Jamie must have been feeling too good to go to sleep or something and he just kept on. After about two or three admonitions from Dad and them being ignored, the boys heard Dad take the razorstrap off the nail and they knew what was coming. Jamie was the instigator of about all of the noise and when he heard Dad coming he just rolled off the edge of the bed between the bed and the wall. Dad came in and it was dark of course, he pulled back the cover and started whaling away and saying, "Jamie, are you gonna stop this racket and go to sleep?" Rayburn kept yelling, "I ain't Jamie!", but it took Dad a few swipes with that razor strap before he realized that he wasn't whipping Jamie. I guess Rayburn needed it anyway and he probably got Jamie out from behind that bed and he got his too.
When I first started preaching, Jamie had already been preaching a few years and I needed help. I had four volumes of Hardeman's tabernacle sermons and a Bible and that was it. Harvel sent me a few outlines and I stole a few from him when I would visit, but James sent me a lot of help in addition to writing a lot of letters of encouragement and instruction. Until the day that he died he was a great help
to me. His wife Elta gave me Jamie's library after he died and I have been blessed tremendously by it.
He preached in a meeting for us in Michigan City, Indiana, my first local work. He, Elta, and Cindy came up from Oklahoma and the church had very little money to help with their expenses. They came in a brand new car. One night we had a baptism and had to go to LaPorte for the baptism and crossing over a railroad a bit too fast, he ruined that car and had to trade for a new one to get home. He had only a few miles on his car. It was my great pleasure to preach in gospel meetings in Farmerville, La. where they lived. In recent years I have been back there to preach in meetings and many times people will tell me, "Your brother married us", or "Your brother preached my mate's funeral" and many of them tell me, "Your brother baptized me." He has been gone for more than 30 years but is still deeply loved at Farmerville. I consider it a compliment when some of the people call me James before they catch themselves. Jamie really made sure that all is well at Herman Junction.
Jamie died in March 1978 after having some health problems for some time. He is buried at home in Farmerville, La. His wife, Elta Starling Knight still lives in Farmerville. He also left a daughter, Cindy Johns who lives in Monroe, La. and a son Steve Knight who lives in Beaumont, Tx. Granddaughter Kelli lives in Jackson, Tn. and she and her husband produced James a Great-Grandchild, a boy named
Cash."
(provided by Ronald C. Brewer)
One of the funniest things that I remember happening involving Jamie, and probably the most mischievious thing that he ever did, happened one night after everyone was in the bed. I have mentioned that in the 'big house' we had three bedrooms. Dad and Mom took one, when Granny was with us she took one, and Linda slept with her some, and then the
boys had the other room. Most times there were two boys in one bed and sometimes three. One night, Jamie and Rayburn were in bed and they were talking and cutting up. Dad kept saying, "You boys quieten down in there." But, Jamie must have been feeling too good to go to sleep or something and he just kept on. After about two or three admonitions from Dad and them being ignored, the boys heard Dad take the razorstrap off the nail and they knew what was coming. Jamie was the instigator of about all of the noise and when he heard Dad coming he just rolled off the edge of the bed between the bed and the wall. Dad came in and it was dark of course, he pulled back the cover and started whaling away and saying, "Jamie, are you gonna stop this racket and go to sleep?" Rayburn kept yelling, "I ain't Jamie!", but it took Dad a few swipes with that razor strap before he realized that he wasn't whipping Jamie. I guess Rayburn needed it anyway and he probably got Jamie out from behind that bed and he got his too.
When I first started preaching, Jamie had already been preaching a few years and I needed help. I had four volumes of Hardeman's tabernacle sermons and a Bible and that was it. Harvel sent me a few outlines and I stole a few from him when I would visit, but James sent me a lot of help in addition to writing a lot of letters of encouragement and instruction. Until the day that he died he was a great help
to me. His wife Elta gave me Jamie's library after he died and I have been blessed tremendously by it.
He preached in a meeting for us in Michigan City, Indiana, my first local work. He, Elta, and Cindy came up from Oklahoma and the church had very little money to help with their expenses. They came in a brand new car. One night we had a baptism and had to go to LaPorte for the baptism and crossing over a railroad a bit too fast, he ruined that car and had to trade for a new one to get home. He had only a few miles on his car. It was my great pleasure to preach in gospel meetings in Farmerville, La. where they lived. In recent years I have been back there to preach in meetings and many times people will tell me, "Your brother married us", or "Your brother preached my mate's funeral" and many of them tell me, "Your brother baptized me." He has been gone for more than 30 years but is still deeply loved at Farmerville. I consider it a compliment when some of the people call me James before they catch themselves. Jamie really made sure that all is well at Herman Junction.
Jamie died in March 1978 after having some health problems for some time. He is buried at home in Farmerville, La. His wife, Elta Starling Knight still lives in Farmerville. He also left a daughter, Cindy Johns who lives in Monroe, La. and a son Steve Knight who lives in Beaumont, Tx. Granddaughter Kelli lives in Jackson, Tn. and she and her husband produced James a Great-Grandchild, a boy named
Cash."
(provided by Ronald C. Brewer)
"Everybody needs a brother like James (Jamie) Knight. He was the third son of Dad and Mom, born on March 17, 1934. He was one of the most gentle men that I have ever known. I never knew of Jamie getting into trouble at school, with our parents, or anyone else. He was a quiet guy and that may have been because he followed Harvel in the line of boys and it paid to be quiet when Harvel wanted you to.
One of the funniest things that I remember happening involving Jamie, and probably the most mischievious thing that he ever did, happened one night after everyone was in the bed. I have mentioned that in the 'big house' we had three bedrooms. Dad and Mom took one, when Granny was with us she took one, and Linda slept with her some, and then the
boys had the other room. Most times there were two boys in one bed and sometimes three. One night, Jamie and Rayburn were in bed and they were talking and cutting up. Dad kept saying, "You boys quieten down in there." But, Jamie must have been feeling too good to go to sleep or something and he just kept on. After about two or three admonitions from Dad and them being ignored, the boys heard Dad take the razorstrap off the nail and they knew what was coming. Jamie was the instigator of about all of the noise and when he heard Dad coming he just rolled off the edge of the bed between the bed and the wall. Dad came in and it was dark of course, he pulled back the cover and started whaling away and saying, "Jamie, are you gonna stop this racket and go to sleep?" Rayburn kept yelling, "I ain't Jamie!", but it took Dad a few swipes with that razor strap before he realized that he wasn't whipping Jamie. I guess Rayburn needed it anyway and he probably got Jamie out from behind that bed and he got his too.
When I first started preaching, Jamie had already been preaching a few years and I needed help. I had four volumes of Hardeman's tabernacle sermons and a Bible and that was it. Harvel sent me a few outlines and I stole a few from him when I would visit, but James sent me a lot of help in addition to writing a lot of letters of encouragement and instruction. Until the day that he died he was a great help
to me. His wife Elta gave me Jamie's library after he died and I have been blessed tremendously by it.
He preached in a meeting for us in Michigan City, Indiana, my first local work. He, Elta, and Cindy came up from Oklahoma and the church had very little money to help with their expenses. They came in a brand new car. One night we had a baptism and had to go to LaPorte for the baptism and crossing over a railroad a bit too fast, he ruined that car and had to trade for a new one to get home. He had only a few miles on his car. It was my great pleasure to preach in gospel meetings in Farmerville, La. where they lived. In recent years I have been back there to preach in meetings and many times people will tell me, "Your brother married us", or "Your brother preached my mate's funeral" and many of them tell me, "Your brother baptized me." He has been gone for more than 30 years but is still deeply loved at Farmerville. I consider it a compliment when some of the people call me James before they catch themselves. Jamie really made sure that all is well at Herman Junction.
Jamie died in March 1978 after having some health problems for some time. He is buried at home in Farmerville, La. His wife, Elta Starling Knight still lives in Farmerville. He also left a daughter, Cindy Johns who lives in Monroe, La. and a son Steve Knight who lives in Beaumont, Tx. Granddaughter Kelli lives in Jackson, Tn. and she and her husband produced James a Great-Grandchild, a boy named
Cash."
(provided by Ronald C. Brewer)
One of the funniest things that I remember happening involving Jamie, and probably the most mischievious thing that he ever did, happened one night after everyone was in the bed. I have mentioned that in the 'big house' we had three bedrooms. Dad and Mom took one, when Granny was with us she took one, and Linda slept with her some, and then the
boys had the other room. Most times there were two boys in one bed and sometimes three. One night, Jamie and Rayburn were in bed and they were talking and cutting up. Dad kept saying, "You boys quieten down in there." But, Jamie must have been feeling too good to go to sleep or something and he just kept on. After about two or three admonitions from Dad and them being ignored, the boys heard Dad take the razorstrap off the nail and they knew what was coming. Jamie was the instigator of about all of the noise and when he heard Dad coming he just rolled off the edge of the bed between the bed and the wall. Dad came in and it was dark of course, he pulled back the cover and started whaling away and saying, "Jamie, are you gonna stop this racket and go to sleep?" Rayburn kept yelling, "I ain't Jamie!", but it took Dad a few swipes with that razor strap before he realized that he wasn't whipping Jamie. I guess Rayburn needed it anyway and he probably got Jamie out from behind that bed and he got his too.
When I first started preaching, Jamie had already been preaching a few years and I needed help. I had four volumes of Hardeman's tabernacle sermons and a Bible and that was it. Harvel sent me a few outlines and I stole a few from him when I would visit, but James sent me a lot of help in addition to writing a lot of letters of encouragement and instruction. Until the day that he died he was a great help
to me. His wife Elta gave me Jamie's library after he died and I have been blessed tremendously by it.
He preached in a meeting for us in Michigan City, Indiana, my first local work. He, Elta, and Cindy came up from Oklahoma and the church had very little money to help with their expenses. They came in a brand new car. One night we had a baptism and had to go to LaPorte for the baptism and crossing over a railroad a bit too fast, he ruined that car and had to trade for a new one to get home. He had only a few miles on his car. It was my great pleasure to preach in gospel meetings in Farmerville, La. where they lived. In recent years I have been back there to preach in meetings and many times people will tell me, "Your brother married us", or "Your brother preached my mate's funeral" and many of them tell me, "Your brother baptized me." He has been gone for more than 30 years but is still deeply loved at Farmerville. I consider it a compliment when some of the people call me James before they catch themselves. Jamie really made sure that all is well at Herman Junction.
Jamie died in March 1978 after having some health problems for some time. He is buried at home in Farmerville, La. His wife, Elta Starling Knight still lives in Farmerville. He also left a daughter, Cindy Johns who lives in Monroe, La. and a son Steve Knight who lives in Beaumont, Tx. Granddaughter Kelli lives in Jackson, Tn. and she and her husband produced James a Great-Grandchild, a boy named
Cash."
(provided by Ronald C. Brewer)
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