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People, places and things of special interest television set, vintage 1930, adapted by a county resident to capture the the right thing because "Personal Poems" is now a thriving business. In the past year she has sold poems to hundreds of people. Starting this month, her poems -are being' -displayed. on menus in several Atlanta Presently, Hesse is expanding her business by hiring other Atlanta poets. She is writing a how-to book entitled Poems for Profit and Pleasure.

"I have a burning desire to teach other poets how to write for profit, she says. "I want them to experience the joys that I have known in this business. Hesse is also considering expanding her business nationally, and plans to use seminars on developing a personal poem business as the format for possible franchising. What is Hesse's ultimate goal? "When I die," she says, "I would like to be remembered as The Mother of Personal Poems." Kathryn Heath Cable The Gixifjcx Flan Bruce Crimball can't exactly -claim to have been born with a ginger root in his mouth he comes from upstate New York, after all but in the past months he's made up for lost time. At the Bread and Butter Restaurant, his downtown diner.

Crimball turns the root into a Jamaican drink called ginger beer. Crimball and his wife, Pam, took over the restaurant, then called the Patty Shop, in September. Many of their customers are Jamaican, and for them there is no substitute for ginger beer alongside the Jamaican specialties prepared by Crimball cook, Alma. The dishes vary from day to day, but include curried goat, oxtail cook-up, curried chicken and a spicy roast beef plate. Recently, on a bleak, rainy day, the perfect day for a drink that seems to suddenly grab' hold of your tongue and shake it, Crimball stood behind the counter in a white chef's smock and a blue stocking cap.

"This," he how you make ginger beer." Find a smooth-skinned, plump -ginger root about the size of a truck driver's thumb. Take it home and grate it. Save both the juice and pulp, and add them to a quart of water. For a high-octane, throat-searing drink, boil the pulp in the water. Penny-pinching cooks will soak the pulp in one quart of water, then boil it in a second for a half-gallon yield from one ginger root.

In either case, add sugar and lemon juice to taste, and serve in a tall glass filled with -ice. Anthony Schmitz faint signals of Washington, D.ut W3XK, the closest station operating at that time. There are display cases filled with old newspaper items and random miscellany. There are petticoats that were worn at antebellum weddings, a June 27, 1889 .1,1 if .1 $31.99 bill of sale for a 75 pound slab of beef and a spike from the old Conyers-Milstead Railroad. The building's upper story, except for a 15,000 reflooring and ref inishing job, looks pretty much as it did from 1897 to 1969, when prisoners were held there.

It has a maximum-security area with four cells, a drunk tank, and a hanging -room replete with a trap door, where only one prisoner, a convicted wife-' killer, was ever executed. Outside the jail, there, is even an annex: a freestanding mobile calaboose that was once used to house the overly inebriated at county fairs, Russell Shaw Circumstances For years Jean Hesse wrote poems, then quietly folded them away. Occasionally, she gave one to a friend or relative. At sweet 16 she even had one published in The Memphis Press Scimitar. But, until 14 months ago, she had never sold her poetry.

Then in August 1980, Hesse decided to relinquish the shy role of closet poet to one of entrepreneur. With some trepidation she placed the following heart-framed ad in The Atlanta Journal and The Atlanta -Constitution: Surprise your friend or loved one With a gift that has no end. will write a special poem From you that's just for them, Any occasion or any reason Just give me facts and names Can make them laugh or bring. the tears On parchment ready to frame. "I didn't know what I would say if anyone answered the ad," Hesse says, laughing.

But obviously she said IV. 1 1 Ik i 1 Captive iludienco When Johnny L. Franklin scratched his name with a pen on the wall of his Rockdale County Jail cell on May 12, 1950, it surely did not occur to him that 32 yean later the etching would survive as an artifact in a museum. But it has. It is included in a collection of public and private historical memorabilia in the Rockdale County Jail and Museum, located in the old prison edifice off Mistead Avenue in Conyers.

The museum, open on Sundays from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. or by appointment, is one of several museums in the state housed in old jails. It was acquired by the Rockdale Historical Society from the county government in 1975, and restored and opened as a bicentennial project in 1976. It is divided in two parts. The ground floor, which once served as the living and working quarters of.

the county sheriff, is given over to a display of items from Conyers' history. There is an early-model Bruce CrimbaWs homemade ginger beer will grab your tongue and shake it, 26.