Remember Cliffside | The Haynes Legacy

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Clyde Hoey, of Shelby, among those mentioned, had been associated closely in a legal way with Mr. Haynes for some 20 years.

Summing up his estimate to me of Mr. Haynes, Mr. Hoey said: “I think the two dominant forces for success in Mr. Haynes' make-up were his mastery of detail and his foresight.” Then passing on to another side of his subject, said he: “To illustrate the kindly tact that kept him well-loved among his people at the village, one day he and I were passing the fountain in front of the company offices where there was quite a number gathered. Mr. Haynes, going near, found two young men busy at a game of checkers. He believed in everyone attending to business during business hours and had not heart for untimely idleness, but he did not reprove. He simply said, 'How long will it take you to finish that game?' Then, when answered, he added, 'Well you can finish that game.' That did the business and there were no bad feelings.”

His key to success

Let me see to what Mr. Haynes attributed his success. Here is a note undated, which was found:

Sometimes people ask why did I succeed. That is easy enough; I endeavored to be truthful, honest, and pay every cent I owed, always keep at something, have plenty of energy, not give up, and then most of all not engage in anything that I could not go to God and ask him to help me and I did not since I joined the church and I have gone to him often for help and I found it.

I never engaged in anything that I could not go to God and ask him to prosper that business as He thought best, and my advice to all is not to engage in anything and not be willing to ask God's help.

Wrote this on train with my Testament open 300 miles from home.

RRH

Christmas went by and the chill winds of February came. His mind traveled to his orange grove in Florida, where, also, he had one of his homes. Life seem to be silvered by the Manatee along the shore and hopes seem to take on the green and gold of the orange trees. He had, during the first days, gotten his house in order for himself, his son, Grover, and some friends from Cliffside that he had taken along as guests. “I feel better today than I have for a long time,” he said, speaking to the next-door neighbor and friend. He was back from a delicious outing in his car.

At that instant, death claimed him, with a smile on his face, his family said, that lingered even when he was come back home.

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