Saturday, January 14, 2017
I am usually nicer than this but this man (Obama) is an ass. I am amazed that anyone would vote for him once much less twice. If Louisiana was anymore diversified they would be walking in fire. The city of New Orleans slogan is coexist. When I worked at the airport in New Orleans they had an office for disadvantaged business people in full operation at the time I left there in 2001. They refused to renew contracts for white vendors with small businesses and gave them to a group of black women who used race and gender to qualify for low interest loans. This group of poor disadvantaged businesswomen had among their members the wife of famed attorney Johnny Cochran. It is all a farce. There were 100s of white people on their roofs after Katrina but they don't scream as loud so they get no attention. Yes Louisiana is racist but the discrimination is against white people. That being said, I have some awesome friends who love Jesus and don't play the race card every day who happen to be African American. If I had time I could tell you about MAJOR fraud committed by the "misfortunate" against FEMA and the US government. Oh the free vacations people with no damage to their homes took because the government was paying for it. The garbage going on at the dome was of course reported by people who didn't know their head from a hole in the ground. There was a mandatory (that means everyone) evacuation issued. The dome was set up and supplied to house 10,000 people from area health care facilities who were deemed too ill to travel. There was food and water for them to have enough for several days. When the mob of people showed up at the dome (70,000 I think of all races) rather than leave they headed on down to the dome and drank all the liquids and ate all of the food after breaking into the security cages where it was put away FOR the sick people. The dome was so TRASHED it had to be overhauled. You may think me racist but I am not. I am one of those people who is SICK of the takers and is hoping Trump will be able to level the playing field for everyone.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Ancestors
Last week my cousin,sen t me the links to view her research into the past and studying the ancestors. I fin this very amazing bU I just wanted to post photographs. I am not too much into the research part.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Working for Uncle Barney at The News Messenger
The Hamlet News-Messenger
by Jean Raby Nelson
I graduated from Hamlet High in 1962 and was content to settle down and replace Pat Howie at the Hamlet New Messenger for the next 3 years when she left for school. Barney Martin was the most wonderful boss a person could have. His wife, Virginia, was boss too but she was more into the business part of it and Barney just ruled in his little kingdom. I was blessed that he liked me...I think he saw things in me that I had no idea were in there.
I was employed there as the proofreader, in charge of doing the addressograph labels to mail the papers out......I did this in the old Hamlet Theater when The Crowded Sky was still playing. My light was what I could get to shine through the door and the little tiny light on the antiquated machine. We did graduate to a better one within my first year there and I also got to do that in the lighted office. It was so loud....pressing metal plates.
I was also the receptionist and answered phone calls when I was at my desk and also clerk for the adjoining office supply shop that we had. One of my duties was to go downstairs and take the lead trays of linotype that Harold Brown, JD Snyder, Allen Poytress or one of several other operators has just typed out and ink it and proof it (a very nasty job...ink everywhere), then take them upstairs and proof them. This is how I found out that we were in war in Viet Nam and it is when I read all about the Kennedy assignation (I will never forget the bells ringing on the AP wire machine that day) and the news stories about Martin Luther King and the struggles for integration among many other things.
I used to hang out (I think I meant to say hide out) in the darkroom with Bert Unger...no doubt I was smoking or doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. Bert use to develop photographs in an old coke machine...and I ALWAYS pulled the darkroom cover back at the wrong time in the development process. This is when George (A.D. Way) was editor of the paper....Roger Simmons was manning the foxhole when I left in '65. .....My all time favorite though was Catherine Monk.
We had a great time working together...On the clock, Barney paid me to read Newsweek and US News and World Report. I had to circle any words I didn't know the meaning of with a red marker and look them up and study them because we were going to have a session at his desk. He would take the magazine and call the circled words out to me. He was trying to expand my mind and I was thinking he was a silly man....to pay me for doing this.
He also exposed me to the world of Opera. I didn't care for it but I did listen to it and he would tell me what the stories were all about. The Hamlet News Messenger would run publicity (filler) stories about the summer theater in Charlotte. What a thrill to see these stars that I was familiar with...Kathy Lee Johnson, Tab Hunter, Ferrante and Teicher (this may not be spelled correctly ) are a few who come to mind. In exchange for this free publicity they gave us 4 tickets to see each play or concert. Mr. Martin would give me the company car, the tickets and money to take everyone out to dinner afterwards. All of this was to expand my horizons.
We were quite a team. He called me "Jack of all trades and master of None".... He named me editor of The Scottish Chief when I was 19 making me the youngest editor in NC at that time. It was a kick for me (all I did was go to Maxton and get the mail, eat out and talk to the police chief and check out things in the office) and he got his kicks by having a write up...complete with picture of the youngest editor in NC coming out of his newspaper empire.
He owned 5 papers during the time I worked for him. I remember once on New Years Day we were working on getting a flyer shipment out for BC Moore Stores and he said "what are we two executives doing working on a day like this?"
One year for the Rockingham-Hamlet football game he made me a sports editor so I got in the game free. The joys of youth.
Looking back, I am sure I was a sorry worker...I thought my main duty was to go fetch snacks at Mabry's or Birmingham's...not once, but twice a day. He had encouraged me to go to college and I had been accepted at Chowan College and was to be studying photography primarily. It was during this time, that I did 3 end over end flips (fracturing my skull in 3 places) in our 61 Corvair on hwy 177....this happened 10 days before I was to leave for school....well, all my friends took off for college and I stayed on at the paper. They chronicled almost every move about it in the paper. I was bald from the neurosurgery that I had done at Duke University...Once when I had walked to the post office to get the morning mail the wind blew my wig off and it was tumbling up Main Street like a little tumbleweed. I saw looks like I had never seen before that day....put it in the paper...LOL...once we had a super sophisticate from New York down to do business with the BC Moore account and as I walked by I heard her comment that "that girl has a wig on" so I walked to my desk and took it off and laid it on the desk and walked back to where they were as if nothing was out of the ordinary....I thought Barney was going to die laughing....He had such a great sense of humor. Virginia and Barney were both very loving and caring for me. I always thought of both of them as more than a boss.
My girlfriend, Betty Moore, and I decided to spend a summer working at Seaside Restaurant in Myrtle Beach the summer of 1965. I resigned my lofty position and took off for the beach and that was the end of me and The Hamlet News Company.
I started there in 1962 at 44 cents a hour and was all the way up to 1.25 when I left 3 years later. That had more to do with the minimum wage law being in effect than anything else. I was certainly worth my salary. I always went back to visit when I was in town and it was always good to see everyone and Barney would take time out of his schedule to give us a real visit.
When I was being hired by United Air Lines in 1966 they needed fast references to get me cleared and on my way to school so they phoned Barney from Washington, DC for a reference. Later, the man in personnel asked me if we were related. He said he had never had a more wonderful character reference. I guess you could say we had a mutual admiration society. He was one of Hamlet's most colorful characters.
by Jean Raby Nelson
I graduated from Hamlet High in 1962 and was content to settle down and replace Pat Howie at the Hamlet New Messenger for the next 3 years when she left for school. Barney Martin was the most wonderful boss a person could have. His wife, Virginia, was boss too but she was more into the business part of it and Barney just ruled in his little kingdom. I was blessed that he liked me...I think he saw things in me that I had no idea were in there.
I was employed there as the proofreader, in charge of doing the addressograph labels to mail the papers out......I did this in the old Hamlet Theater when The Crowded Sky was still playing. My light was what I could get to shine through the door and the little tiny light on the antiquated machine. We did graduate to a better one within my first year there and I also got to do that in the lighted office. It was so loud....pressing metal plates.
I was also the receptionist and answered phone calls when I was at my desk and also clerk for the adjoining office supply shop that we had. One of my duties was to go downstairs and take the lead trays of linotype that Harold Brown, JD Snyder, Allen Poytress or one of several other operators has just typed out and ink it and proof it (a very nasty job...ink everywhere), then take them upstairs and proof them. This is how I found out that we were in war in Viet Nam and it is when I read all about the Kennedy assignation (I will never forget the bells ringing on the AP wire machine that day) and the news stories about Martin Luther King and the struggles for integration among many other things.
I used to hang out (I think I meant to say hide out) in the darkroom with Bert Unger...no doubt I was smoking or doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. Bert use to develop photographs in an old coke machine...and I ALWAYS pulled the darkroom cover back at the wrong time in the development process. This is when George (A.D. Way) was editor of the paper....Roger Simmons was manning the foxhole when I left in '65. .....My all time favorite though was Catherine Monk.
We had a great time working together...On the clock, Barney paid me to read Newsweek and US News and World Report. I had to circle any words I didn't know the meaning of with a red marker and look them up and study them because we were going to have a session at his desk. He would take the magazine and call the circled words out to me. He was trying to expand my mind and I was thinking he was a silly man....to pay me for doing this.
He also exposed me to the world of Opera. I didn't care for it but I did listen to it and he would tell me what the stories were all about. The Hamlet News Messenger would run publicity (filler) stories about the summer theater in Charlotte. What a thrill to see these stars that I was familiar with...Kathy Lee Johnson, Tab Hunter, Ferrante and Teicher (this may not be spelled correctly ) are a few who come to mind. In exchange for this free publicity they gave us 4 tickets to see each play or concert. Mr. Martin would give me the company car, the tickets and money to take everyone out to dinner afterwards. All of this was to expand my horizons.
We were quite a team. He called me "Jack of all trades and master of None".... He named me editor of The Scottish Chief when I was 19 making me the youngest editor in NC at that time. It was a kick for me (all I did was go to Maxton and get the mail, eat out and talk to the police chief and check out things in the office) and he got his kicks by having a write up...complete with picture of the youngest editor in NC coming out of his newspaper empire.
He owned 5 papers during the time I worked for him. I remember once on New Years Day we were working on getting a flyer shipment out for BC Moore Stores and he said "what are we two executives doing working on a day like this?"
One year for the Rockingham-Hamlet football game he made me a sports editor so I got in the game free. The joys of youth.
Looking back, I am sure I was a sorry worker...I thought my main duty was to go fetch snacks at Mabry's or Birmingham's...not once, but twice a day. He had encouraged me to go to college and I had been accepted at Chowan College and was to be studying photography primarily. It was during this time, that I did 3 end over end flips (fracturing my skull in 3 places) in our 61 Corvair on hwy 177....this happened 10 days before I was to leave for school....well, all my friends took off for college and I stayed on at the paper. They chronicled almost every move about it in the paper. I was bald from the neurosurgery that I had done at Duke University...Once when I had walked to the post office to get the morning mail the wind blew my wig off and it was tumbling up Main Street like a little tumbleweed. I saw looks like I had never seen before that day....put it in the paper...LOL...once we had a super sophisticate from New York down to do business with the BC Moore account and as I walked by I heard her comment that "that girl has a wig on" so I walked to my desk and took it off and laid it on the desk and walked back to where they were as if nothing was out of the ordinary....I thought Barney was going to die laughing....He had such a great sense of humor. Virginia and Barney were both very loving and caring for me. I always thought of both of them as more than a boss.
My girlfriend, Betty Moore, and I decided to spend a summer working at Seaside Restaurant in Myrtle Beach the summer of 1965. I resigned my lofty position and took off for the beach and that was the end of me and The Hamlet News Company.
I started there in 1962 at 44 cents a hour and was all the way up to 1.25 when I left 3 years later. That had more to do with the minimum wage law being in effect than anything else. I was certainly worth my salary. I always went back to visit when I was in town and it was always good to see everyone and Barney would take time out of his schedule to give us a real visit.
When I was being hired by United Air Lines in 1966 they needed fast references to get me cleared and on my way to school so they phoned Barney from Washington, DC for a reference. Later, the man in personnel asked me if we were related. He said he had never had a more wonderful character reference. I guess you could say we had a mutual admiration society. He was one of Hamlet's most colorful characters.
We married after dating 3 weeks.
These were some stories I have posted over the years on the ourhamlet.org site and on I Remember Hamlet when Russell Lancaster had it up and running.
Hamlet Wedding (1965)
by Jean Raby Nelson
JC Nelson of Falls Church, Virginia graduated from McLean High School in 1961 and entered the US Air Force in September of 1961. He was stationed at Myrtle Beach AFB for the better part of the next 4 years. He went TDY during the winter months to get away from the beach in the winter.
I, Jean Raby, graduated from Hamlet High School, Hamlet North Carolina in 1962. I went to work as a proofreader/office clerk/jack of all trades----master of none---- for the Hamlet News Company in 1962. My boss, Barney Martin, even named me editor of The Scottish Chief in Maxton, NC and they wrote up this big article about me being the youngest editor of a newspaper in North Carolina.
A friend and I planned out a great adventure to spend the summer in Myrtle Beach the summer of 1965 as waitresses at Seaside Restaurant. What a great summer we had planned but she ended getting Mono and missing college during the spring semester so there was nothing for her to do but go to summer school.
This small minded, naive girl took off for Myrtle Beach and the great big world. My first week there I had met most of the slime of the earth. I wanted to go home so bad but my daddy had said I would be back in 2 weeks. (Parents watch what you say to your children). Being the stubborn person that I can be, I couldn't go home so I stayed. I met JC a few weeks after arriving at Myrtle Beach but we didn't date til August. He came in the restaurant during the wee hours of the morning and I knew he was someone I wanted to date. We had a lot of obvious help from our friends getting together but we knew from the beginning that we wanted to get married and live our lives together. He was getting out of the air force in September and I had made no plans toward my future.......what a life!! I don't recommend this procedure for choosing your life mate.
Anyway, that is a little history of how we met
This is the Story of Our Wedding
We married on October 9, 1965. JC was out of service in Sept and I had no particular plans so we decided to get married his first 3 day weekend off from his new job with United Air Lines at Washington National Airport. We pulled off a formal wedding in a 3 week time frame and I was NOT pressed for time.
We went back to Hamlet regularly so the tongue wagging about my "quick" marriage would have no grounds. I was there in August dating no one and back in Sept getting married. Sounds a little strange huh. You do KNOW what I am talking about............the sport of gossip. I won't say anymore about this but there was no way I could have been pregnant. JC and I had dated for 3 weeks while we were at Myrtle Beach and the summer was over and he had finished his tour with the Air Force so the only logical thing to do was to get married. We decided to do that on our 2nd date. Personally, I had planned to go to Bermuda and wait tables and be in the sun and fun after Myrtle Beach and he interrupted my life.
My poor Mom...I would think of harmful things to do if mine pulled a stunt like that on me. I am sure I would not be able to contain myself as well as they did. What a hoot!
I look back now and know that pulling this off in 3 weeks was a miracle. Dad had not been working because of that horrible train wreck and he had only been back to work a couple of weeks so money was almost non existent at that time. I remember Mom pressed an envelope in my hand with a check for $50.00 in it when we left for our new home in Virginia. That would have equaled $500.00 or more anywhere else. We spent it on groceries because we got married the first weekend after JC got his first paycheck after he started working for United Air Lines in Washington, D.C. Just for the record, we thought we were rich because he was making $2.60 and hour and we thought that was GREAT in 1965. LOL He was coming out of the Air Force and had been making $197.00 a month. Being the selfish and self centered child that I was, the financial part never entered my mind. Mom just went along with me and figured we would get through it somehow.
I went to Belk's Department Store in Rockingham and ordered a beautiful gown all the way from New York ....Wherever that was...... Well, it hadn't come the next weekend when I need to have my formal portrait done.....big surprise huh?....Pete (the wedding director that Belk's gave all brides as a courtesy) knew of my dilemma and told me he had a gown that had been worn in a fashion show (it had a grass stain under the train) ....and that if it would help I could have it for $39.00. I thought, that is great now I can have my wedding portrait done. It was much lovelier than the dress I had ordered. The grass stain part would not have mattered since I FELL DOWN in my gown at the reception. I backed into the train.......hoop skirt and all when they were throwing rice. Good thing there was no video camera rolling.
I tried to order formal invitations through the Hamlet New Printing Co where I had previously worked. There was no way they could be ordered and back in time for the "proper" time frame to send invitations. Undeterred, I hand wrote 100 invitations out of necessity. This seemed a major undertaking but I got so many compliments on the "personal" handwritten invitations. I loved the people in Hamlet....I had wonderful friends and neighbors there and many I knew from being the "baby" on Main Street when I worked for the News Messenger for almost 3 years. I was a proofreader and in charge of going out for morning and afternoon snacks....and a few other more important things. Poor JC only wanted about 10 people at the wedding but then, he didn't grow up in Hamlet. Daddy just wanted us to run off to South Carolina so he wouldn't have to walk down the aisle and give me away.
A friend HIGHLY recommended that I choose china and crystal patterns at Huguelet's Jewelry Store. I would never have thought of that but I did and we still enjoy our beautiful gifts from so long ago. I even had a shower in the middle of all this madness.
Then off to Joe's Florist for the flowers. He had a deal for brides where if you were getting married on Sat you could somehow "rent" the flowers for $50.00 that were going in the churches on Sun. Somehow, being in love all these small details escape me right now. The flowers were beautiful.
There was a man who had a hobby/job of baking wedding cakes that someone told me about. All I remember is that he lived in East Rockingham somewhere between Hamlet and Rockingham. My cake was a 3 tiered cake and quite beautiful (even if the photographer didn't get there until it was half gone). We have wonderful photographs of us cutting the cake though. The wedding cake as well as the petit fours, as I remember it, were $15.00. That leaves us with wedding photographs.
I worked at the Hamlet News Messenger and my boss, Barney Martin (what a wonderful person), gave me the use of the photographer and free wedding pics. The photographer, who shall remain nameless, was working his job and worked the wedding in as well. Something major had happened and he was late....but FREE LOL. He didn't have any color film either but that was so new way back in 1965 it really didn't matter. We still look at our wedding pics periodically and enjoy the moment.
The other thing that was a courtesy of Belk's was the silver, table covers ect needed for the reception. ANYTHING we needed. I only had to choose a color and they took care of all the rest. I chose autumn colors, gold and rust. Pete answered any questions and took care of any details that came up. He was such a blessing. More or less, all we had to do was just show up.
Somewhere in there Grandmama, Mom, and Gwen, my matron-of-honor, came up with beautiful dresses for the occasion. The men wore suits instead of the traditional Tux but I don't think I knew that was a tradition then. LOL
As I reflect on this now, I probably didn't have the sense to even write Pete and the others a thank you note. I pray I did but I just don't know if I did or not. He was truly a Godsend. I didn't have to buy even one BRIDE's magazine. I did write my gift thank you notes. I was diligent about that.
It would have been nice if we could have been older first and then grow up but it just doesn't work that way. First of all, I would have had to worry about things. All I was worried about was meeting Durwood Brown, our postman, on the sidewalk to see if I had a letter from JC. I always knew he was coming because I could smell his cigar that was ever present. He would ring the doorbell if we had mail so we didn't have to make the trip for nothing down that long hall. He was always a highlight in the day. I waited on the street for him after I started looking for my mail from JC.........who was very busy working 2 jobs and not good at all about writing. I know Durwood felt sorry for me because all I had to do was stand on the sidewalk and wait for him. What a life. He would say "Not today, kid".
Anyway, Hamlet living was a good life. The people were so helpful. Where else could you have a wedding like this for the costs incurred.
God is so good and He was watching out for me even then. He allowed me to have a beautiful wedding for nearly nothing.
The gown $39.00
Flowers 50.00
Wedding Cake 15.00
Wedding Portrait 30.00
Whatever JC paid the pastor and musician
I remember now that Buddy Long was going to sing for us but he got laryngitis at the last minute so we were married just the organ playing...
When we went to the courthouse to get our marriage license I discovered at the age of 21 that I had never been named and was known in the legal journals as Baby Raby. I was supposed to have been a boy so they had not chosen a name for a girl. I was almost a Johnnie....after Daddy (John). The Clerk at the courthouse gave us a supply of cleaning products. We always thought that seemed funny....strange.I am sure it came in handy.
I know why they make that picture of the Dad pulling out his empty pockets nowdays.
I hope I didn't forget anything. This has been a fun stroll down memory lane through Hamlet, North Carolina. What a wonderful small town to grow up in.
We got married Oct 9, 1965.
This was just before the first race at NC Motor Speedway.
Hamlet Wedding (1965)
by Jean Raby Nelson
JC Nelson of Falls Church, Virginia graduated from McLean High School in 1961 and entered the US Air Force in September of 1961. He was stationed at Myrtle Beach AFB for the better part of the next 4 years. He went TDY during the winter months to get away from the beach in the winter.
I, Jean Raby, graduated from Hamlet High School, Hamlet North Carolina in 1962. I went to work as a proofreader/office clerk/jack of all trades----master of none---- for the Hamlet News Company in 1962. My boss, Barney Martin, even named me editor of The Scottish Chief in Maxton, NC and they wrote up this big article about me being the youngest editor of a newspaper in North Carolina.
A friend and I planned out a great adventure to spend the summer in Myrtle Beach the summer of 1965 as waitresses at Seaside Restaurant. What a great summer we had planned but she ended getting Mono and missing college during the spring semester so there was nothing for her to do but go to summer school.
This small minded, naive girl took off for Myrtle Beach and the great big world. My first week there I had met most of the slime of the earth. I wanted to go home so bad but my daddy had said I would be back in 2 weeks. (Parents watch what you say to your children). Being the stubborn person that I can be, I couldn't go home so I stayed. I met JC a few weeks after arriving at Myrtle Beach but we didn't date til August. He came in the restaurant during the wee hours of the morning and I knew he was someone I wanted to date. We had a lot of obvious help from our friends getting together but we knew from the beginning that we wanted to get married and live our lives together. He was getting out of the air force in September and I had made no plans toward my future.......what a life!! I don't recommend this procedure for choosing your life mate.
Anyway, that is a little history of how we met
This is the Story of Our Wedding
We married on October 9, 1965. JC was out of service in Sept and I had no particular plans so we decided to get married his first 3 day weekend off from his new job with United Air Lines at Washington National Airport. We pulled off a formal wedding in a 3 week time frame and I was NOT pressed for time.
We went back to Hamlet regularly so the tongue wagging about my "quick" marriage would have no grounds. I was there in August dating no one and back in Sept getting married. Sounds a little strange huh. You do KNOW what I am talking about............the sport of gossip. I won't say anymore about this but there was no way I could have been pregnant. JC and I had dated for 3 weeks while we were at Myrtle Beach and the summer was over and he had finished his tour with the Air Force so the only logical thing to do was to get married. We decided to do that on our 2nd date. Personally, I had planned to go to Bermuda and wait tables and be in the sun and fun after Myrtle Beach and he interrupted my life.
My poor Mom...I would think of harmful things to do if mine pulled a stunt like that on me. I am sure I would not be able to contain myself as well as they did. What a hoot!
I look back now and know that pulling this off in 3 weeks was a miracle. Dad had not been working because of that horrible train wreck and he had only been back to work a couple of weeks so money was almost non existent at that time. I remember Mom pressed an envelope in my hand with a check for $50.00 in it when we left for our new home in Virginia. That would have equaled $500.00 or more anywhere else. We spent it on groceries because we got married the first weekend after JC got his first paycheck after he started working for United Air Lines in Washington, D.C. Just for the record, we thought we were rich because he was making $2.60 and hour and we thought that was GREAT in 1965. LOL He was coming out of the Air Force and had been making $197.00 a month. Being the selfish and self centered child that I was, the financial part never entered my mind. Mom just went along with me and figured we would get through it somehow.
I went to Belk's Department Store in Rockingham and ordered a beautiful gown all the way from New York ....Wherever that was...... Well, it hadn't come the next weekend when I need to have my formal portrait done.....big surprise huh?....Pete (the wedding director that Belk's gave all brides as a courtesy) knew of my dilemma and told me he had a gown that had been worn in a fashion show (it had a grass stain under the train) ....and that if it would help I could have it for $39.00. I thought, that is great now I can have my wedding portrait done. It was much lovelier than the dress I had ordered. The grass stain part would not have mattered since I FELL DOWN in my gown at the reception. I backed into the train.......hoop skirt and all when they were throwing rice. Good thing there was no video camera rolling.
I tried to order formal invitations through the Hamlet New Printing Co where I had previously worked. There was no way they could be ordered and back in time for the "proper" time frame to send invitations. Undeterred, I hand wrote 100 invitations out of necessity. This seemed a major undertaking but I got so many compliments on the "personal" handwritten invitations. I loved the people in Hamlet....I had wonderful friends and neighbors there and many I knew from being the "baby" on Main Street when I worked for the News Messenger for almost 3 years. I was a proofreader and in charge of going out for morning and afternoon snacks....and a few other more important things. Poor JC only wanted about 10 people at the wedding but then, he didn't grow up in Hamlet. Daddy just wanted us to run off to South Carolina so he wouldn't have to walk down the aisle and give me away.
A friend HIGHLY recommended that I choose china and crystal patterns at Huguelet's Jewelry Store. I would never have thought of that but I did and we still enjoy our beautiful gifts from so long ago. I even had a shower in the middle of all this madness.
Then off to Joe's Florist for the flowers. He had a deal for brides where if you were getting married on Sat you could somehow "rent" the flowers for $50.00 that were going in the churches on Sun. Somehow, being in love all these small details escape me right now. The flowers were beautiful.
There was a man who had a hobby/job of baking wedding cakes that someone told me about. All I remember is that he lived in East Rockingham somewhere between Hamlet and Rockingham. My cake was a 3 tiered cake and quite beautiful (even if the photographer didn't get there until it was half gone). We have wonderful photographs of us cutting the cake though. The wedding cake as well as the petit fours, as I remember it, were $15.00. That leaves us with wedding photographs.
I worked at the Hamlet News Messenger and my boss, Barney Martin (what a wonderful person), gave me the use of the photographer and free wedding pics. The photographer, who shall remain nameless, was working his job and worked the wedding in as well. Something major had happened and he was late....but FREE LOL. He didn't have any color film either but that was so new way back in 1965 it really didn't matter. We still look at our wedding pics periodically and enjoy the moment.
The other thing that was a courtesy of Belk's was the silver, table covers ect needed for the reception. ANYTHING we needed. I only had to choose a color and they took care of all the rest. I chose autumn colors, gold and rust. Pete answered any questions and took care of any details that came up. He was such a blessing. More or less, all we had to do was just show up.
Somewhere in there Grandmama, Mom, and Gwen, my matron-of-honor, came up with beautiful dresses for the occasion. The men wore suits instead of the traditional Tux but I don't think I knew that was a tradition then. LOL
As I reflect on this now, I probably didn't have the sense to even write Pete and the others a thank you note. I pray I did but I just don't know if I did or not. He was truly a Godsend. I didn't have to buy even one BRIDE's magazine. I did write my gift thank you notes. I was diligent about that.
It would have been nice if we could have been older first and then grow up but it just doesn't work that way. First of all, I would have had to worry about things. All I was worried about was meeting Durwood Brown, our postman, on the sidewalk to see if I had a letter from JC. I always knew he was coming because I could smell his cigar that was ever present. He would ring the doorbell if we had mail so we didn't have to make the trip for nothing down that long hall. He was always a highlight in the day. I waited on the street for him after I started looking for my mail from JC.........who was very busy working 2 jobs and not good at all about writing. I know Durwood felt sorry for me because all I had to do was stand on the sidewalk and wait for him. What a life. He would say "Not today, kid".
Anyway, Hamlet living was a good life. The people were so helpful. Where else could you have a wedding like this for the costs incurred.
God is so good and He was watching out for me even then. He allowed me to have a beautiful wedding for nearly nothing.
The gown $39.00
Flowers 50.00
Wedding Cake 15.00
Wedding Portrait 30.00
Whatever JC paid the pastor and musician
I remember now that Buddy Long was going to sing for us but he got laryngitis at the last minute so we were married just the organ playing...
When we went to the courthouse to get our marriage license I discovered at the age of 21 that I had never been named and was known in the legal journals as Baby Raby. I was supposed to have been a boy so they had not chosen a name for a girl. I was almost a Johnnie....after Daddy (John). The Clerk at the courthouse gave us a supply of cleaning products. We always thought that seemed funny....strange.I am sure it came in handy.
I know why they make that picture of the Dad pulling out his empty pockets nowdays.
I hope I didn't forget anything. This has been a fun stroll down memory lane through Hamlet, North Carolina. What a wonderful small town to grow up in.
We got married Oct 9, 1965.
This was just before the first race at NC Motor Speedway.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Spring Street Gang(1956 through 1958) by: Jean Raby Nelson
On September 1, 1956 (my birthday), our family returned to Hamlet after living in Franklin, NC for 15 months. Dad was furloughed from Seaboard so we did what he knew best. We returned to his hometown, planted a garden, got some chickens, a cow and a pig and were in a position to not starve to death. I think they call that survival today. Dad was returned to Hamlet and his railroad job about 2 months after we had moved to the mountains. We lived 6 miles out in the country in a Big House. It was on a hill and when the wind blew, the curtains moved. We named it Breezy Hill Farm. Gwen and I had to feed the chickens, slop the hog (gross) and milk the cow. Just the thought of that amazes me. I was 9/10). Dad came home every two weeks to help care for us and the farm. In Hamlet he lived in an upper room in the old Hamlet Fire Station until we were able to move back. He found this wonderful old house with high ceilings, a fireplace in each room, I think it had 11 rooms and it was big time dilapidated. There was no heating (or air) system in the house. I remember hearing he had paid $2200. for it. Dad was a wonderful carpenter and Mom was a visionary so they saw the potential in the house. We had a wonderful home at 415 Spring Street.
We had quite a few kids in my age bracket that lived up and down Spring Street. They are Jimmy Liles, Patsy Boney, Ashley Fetner, Glenn Davenport, David Davenport, Harold Roper, Vickie Parker, Sybil Harris, George Cox, Dee Dee Bradshaw, O. W. Altman, Betty Moore, Bonnie Brown and Eddie Johnson lived on up the hill on Spring Street. We had a ball. If kids today knew how to play as we did back then, they would be a happy little bunch of people. This will sound as if I am rambling but what is so unusual about that. I am thinking of things that we did. We played Horse (a basketball game) on the school grounds. I remember OW being particularly good at that. One summer we spent a lot of time in the ball park. I think we were about 13 at that time. We use to “Walk the Wall” in the ballpark. There was one place that you had to get down on your tummy and slide under the electrical lines. Thank God none of us were injured. It was during this time that we “learned to smoke”. We started out with “Indian Cigars” and then we did a little rabbit tobacco. Thank God we didn’t kill ourselves. We “graduated” to cigarettes because Dee Dee had easy access to cigarettes from Bradshaw’s (back when it was a store). We had some good times hangin out in the ballpark. We were so stupid running around and smoking in the gas station rest rooms. It probably looked like a fire when we opened the door.
We also took up tennis at this time. Dee Dee, Betty and I use to call Bert Stafford “Court Hog” because he played a lot. He was a senior and we were 7th or 8th graders and we actually had a crush on him. I am sure he thought of us as pests. I was never a great tennis player but we had good times. At one time there was a hole in the fence at the tennis courts. I don’t know who but someone pushed Kirk Kirkley’s VW bug in there and rewired or roped the fence opening closed.. We use to “Ride the Pine Trees” up at the ballpark. We would somehow get a rope to a top section of the young, pliable pine trees and someone would climb to the top and the people on the ground would pull the pine towards the ground and then let go. You went whomp, whomp, whomp like windshield wipers until it quit moving. Thinking back on it, that was not really a lot of fun because pine trees have prickly stuff and sticky sap on the tree. It was not really comfortable at all.
Little League games were the social event of the time. The boys went to play and I am sure we went to see and be seen and just maybe watch the game. My “First Love” was George Cox and I don’t remember how it came about but we were a couple after a Little League game. He was a Cutie Pie Cub. My old scrapbook is falling apart so I took pictures of what I wanted to keep and it is pretty much trashed now.
The Raby front porch was quite a social hall. They could have put that glider in the Smithsonian as a relic with a past. LOL. We had people there outside and being loud until midnight. Midnight was when Daddy's 2nd shift ended. I truly don’t know how our neighbors stood us but they never complained. This was in days with fans and no air conditioners. We probably entertained them as much as we bothered them. We also played a lot of Canasta at that time. I played so much I have never wanted to play again. Then there was the famous incident with Jimmy Liles and the hula hoop. We had such a great time.
We use to have parties at each others home. We had parties for no reason. We use to dance to “old 45s”. We called it close dancing or shagging, depending on the tempo. We also had some great “Sock Hops” after school in the gym. Anyone remember the old record players that were brown plastic, almost square, had no top and played 45’s exclusively. I just had a flashback to those aggravating little yellow or red things that you had to put in the center of the records so the 45s would fit the spindle. We had to use the little inserts after we graduated to a record player with High Fidelity and it played 33s. . Well, I think the reason for the parties was to dance, play “Spin the Bottle” and “Post Office”. Those are little numbers games where you guess a number to get a partner and go kiss in a closet. We had a few parties at Dee Dee’s too. LOL. What innocent fun. George and I use to give each other our numbers.
In the 7th grade Dee Dee and I were particularly good friends. The two of us together spelled TROUBLE. We got caught writing “Just Married” on cars with soap at the Junior-Senior Prom. We got caught and punished. That was probably 1957 so if we wrote on your car, I would like to apologize now.
I was absolutely forbidden to go to “The Purple Top” grill on Hamlet Ave. I think they must have sold beer there so it was forbidden turf. They had good hamburgers. It was located next to the Esso Station. We use to go there, put money in the jukebox and dance. That would have been me, Dee Dee, Betty, Harold Roper, Mike Harris, George Cox and probably Delores Maples (who lived close by but not on Spring Street).
I was forbidden to hang out at The Hub too but I practically lived there at some points during my life. I loved Frog and Walter Bell. They looked after us girls when strangers would come to our car and talk.
We had some PJ parties that will not soon be forgotten. The deal was to stay up all night and sleep all day. It seems the later it got, the more adventurous you got. I think the one at my house was the most famous LOL. My Dad was a light sleeper and he had to go to work so we had to be quite. Can you imagine getting a bunch of 8th grade girls to be quite. The next morning we walked all the way over to Gene Winfree’s house on Minturn Ave (I think) at about 6 a.m. We loved our 8th grade teacher, Mr. Winfree, but he probably didn’t care too much for us at that time. We had one at Bonnie’s after she moved to Hamlet Ave.and were doing the “Can Can” for truckers in the middle of Hamlet Ave. I think the police came to that one. The fun part of the PJ parties is that the boys crashed them. We had one at Shirlee Russ’ and they were doing some work on their house at the time and the boys were climbing up the scaffolding to crash the party. I am surprised we didn’t open the door for them.
As a bunch of giggling 7th and 8th grade girls we loved to call WKDX and dedicate songs to anyone and everyone we knew. I can still hear them now saying “this goes out to Dee Dee, Doe Doe, Radiator and Tater Head”. That would have been Elizabeth Bradshaw (Dee Dee), Delores Maples was Doe Doe, I was aptly named Radiator because I was so shy that I blushed all the time and Tater Head was Betty Moore. I don’t know the full story but in 5th grade she got in a fight with some guy and got the best of him. She was called tater Head after that. I never hear “Night Train” that I am not immediately taken to that era of time once more.
Betty, Dee Dee and I use to sleep out “:Under the stars” in Betty’s back yard. I can’t imagine the mosquitos and other crawling things. I am not talking a tent here. We took a blanket and got at one end and rolled up in it. You couldn’t have run if you had to. One night there were some boys (Glenn Davenport, Harold Roper, George Cox and probably Mike Harris) sleeping in a tent in the neighborhood. We went over about 5 a.m. and pulled their tent stakes up. We were running between house laughing and screaming.
We had a lot of fun in clubhouses too (fun…nothing bad). Sybil Harris had one that we were allowed to paint. I can see it today. We had one Pepto Bismol pink wall with Maynard Clebb (the beatnik) painted on it. The other walls were other colors but they all had very large polka dots painted on them. It looked like a Wonder Bread store. We had such a good time there in our little corner of the world. The Cox family lived next door and George had a nice Clubhouse the guys use to play in. Pretty much as it has been portrayed all along, the clubhouse was a guy thing. I think that is where they went to get away from us. We got to play poker in their clubhouse a few times.
I had a good friend in high school who confessed to me that she was terrified to come to HHS because “we” would be there. I had no idea that we were so famous. After our world expanded in high school our friendship circles greatly expanded.
Well, high school was pretty interesting too. We were all good kids and had a blast. I am sorry that the kids today can’t (or don’t know how) to have fun like we did. We gathered on the Raby home porch until I left home in 1965. We had some good times there. I am more than sure my Mom was looking through the blinds. I will quit now but it was fun strolling down memory lane. I will show this to my kids and we will laugh. Our kids love my stories. When they were young they would say “tell us a story Mom” and they weren’t talking fairy tales. They didn’t have the privilege of living in one place and having roots. I think they lived a little through mine. I am thankful to have grown up in Hamlet. Those were definitely the last of the June Cleaver days.
This is a picture of the house that I found in a trash pile when we moved into the house in 1956. I can’t place all of there people. This was taken in 1959 after the blizzard.Beth McEwen, not sure about who is behind her, Jean Land, Harold Roper, Patsy Boney, Robert Brown and I think Rosalind McEwen on the right front. I love today too but I do enjoy reminiscing in the past. I frequently hear people talking about bad childhood memories, I was blessed to be in the family I am in and to have grown up in Hamlet, NC.
On September 1, 1956 (my birthday), our family returned to Hamlet after living in Franklin, NC for 15 months. Dad was furloughed from Seaboard so we did what he knew best. We returned to his hometown, planted a garden, got some chickens, a cow and a pig and were in a position to not starve to death. I think they call that survival today. Dad was returned to Hamlet and his railroad job about 2 months after we had moved to the mountains. We lived 6 miles out in the country in a Big House. It was on a hill and when the wind blew, the curtains moved. We named it Breezy Hill Farm. Gwen and I had to feed the chickens, slop the hog (gross) and milk the cow. Just the thought of that amazes me. I was 9/10). Dad came home every two weeks to help care for us and the farm. In Hamlet he lived in an upper room in the old Hamlet Fire Station until we were able to move back. He found this wonderful old house with high ceilings, a fireplace in each room, I think it had 11 rooms and it was big time dilapidated. There was no heating (or air) system in the house. I remember hearing he had paid $2200. for it. Dad was a wonderful carpenter and Mom was a visionary so they saw the potential in the house. We had a wonderful home at 415 Spring Street.
We had quite a few kids in my age bracket that lived up and down Spring Street. They are Jimmy Liles, Patsy Boney, Ashley Fetner, Glenn Davenport, David Davenport, Harold Roper, Vickie Parker, Sybil Harris, George Cox, Dee Dee Bradshaw, O. W. Altman, Betty Moore, Bonnie Brown and Eddie Johnson lived on up the hill on Spring Street. We had a ball. If kids today knew how to play as we did back then, they would be a happy little bunch of people. This will sound as if I am rambling but what is so unusual about that. I am thinking of things that we did. We played Horse (a basketball game) on the school grounds. I remember OW being particularly good at that. One summer we spent a lot of time in the ball park. I think we were about 13 at that time. We use to “Walk the Wall” in the ballpark. There was one place that you had to get down on your tummy and slide under the electrical lines. Thank God none of us were injured. It was during this time that we “learned to smoke”. We started out with “Indian Cigars” and then we did a little rabbit tobacco. Thank God we didn’t kill ourselves. We “graduated” to cigarettes because Dee Dee had easy access to cigarettes from Bradshaw’s (back when it was a store). We had some good times hangin out in the ballpark. We were so stupid running around and smoking in the gas station rest rooms. It probably looked like a fire when we opened the door.
We also took up tennis at this time. Dee Dee, Betty and I use to call Bert Stafford “Court Hog” because he played a lot. He was a senior and we were 7th or 8th graders and we actually had a crush on him. I am sure he thought of us as pests. I was never a great tennis player but we had good times. At one time there was a hole in the fence at the tennis courts. I don’t know who but someone pushed Kirk Kirkley’s VW bug in there and rewired or roped the fence opening closed.. We use to “Ride the Pine Trees” up at the ballpark. We would somehow get a rope to a top section of the young, pliable pine trees and someone would climb to the top and the people on the ground would pull the pine towards the ground and then let go. You went whomp, whomp, whomp like windshield wipers until it quit moving. Thinking back on it, that was not really a lot of fun because pine trees have prickly stuff and sticky sap on the tree. It was not really comfortable at all.
Little League games were the social event of the time. The boys went to play and I am sure we went to see and be seen and just maybe watch the game. My “First Love” was George Cox and I don’t remember how it came about but we were a couple after a Little League game. He was a Cutie Pie Cub. My old scrapbook is falling apart so I took pictures of what I wanted to keep and it is pretty much trashed now.
The Raby front porch was quite a social hall. They could have put that glider in the Smithsonian as a relic with a past. LOL. We had people there outside and being loud until midnight. Midnight was when Daddy's 2nd shift ended. I truly don’t know how our neighbors stood us but they never complained. This was in days with fans and no air conditioners. We probably entertained them as much as we bothered them. We also played a lot of Canasta at that time. I played so much I have never wanted to play again. Then there was the famous incident with Jimmy Liles and the hula hoop. We had such a great time.
We use to have parties at each others home. We had parties for no reason. We use to dance to “old 45s”. We called it close dancing or shagging, depending on the tempo. We also had some great “Sock Hops” after school in the gym. Anyone remember the old record players that were brown plastic, almost square, had no top and played 45’s exclusively. I just had a flashback to those aggravating little yellow or red things that you had to put in the center of the records so the 45s would fit the spindle. We had to use the little inserts after we graduated to a record player with High Fidelity and it played 33s. . Well, I think the reason for the parties was to dance, play “Spin the Bottle” and “Post Office”. Those are little numbers games where you guess a number to get a partner and go kiss in a closet. We had a few parties at Dee Dee’s too. LOL. What innocent fun. George and I use to give each other our numbers.
In the 7th grade Dee Dee and I were particularly good friends. The two of us together spelled TROUBLE. We got caught writing “Just Married” on cars with soap at the Junior-Senior Prom. We got caught and punished. That was probably 1957 so if we wrote on your car, I would like to apologize now.
I was absolutely forbidden to go to “The Purple Top” grill on Hamlet Ave. I think they must have sold beer there so it was forbidden turf. They had good hamburgers. It was located next to the Esso Station. We use to go there, put money in the jukebox and dance. That would have been me, Dee Dee, Betty, Harold Roper, Mike Harris, George Cox and probably Delores Maples (who lived close by but not on Spring Street).
I was forbidden to hang out at The Hub too but I practically lived there at some points during my life. I loved Frog and Walter Bell. They looked after us girls when strangers would come to our car and talk.
We had some PJ parties that will not soon be forgotten. The deal was to stay up all night and sleep all day. It seems the later it got, the more adventurous you got. I think the one at my house was the most famous LOL. My Dad was a light sleeper and he had to go to work so we had to be quite. Can you imagine getting a bunch of 8th grade girls to be quite. The next morning we walked all the way over to Gene Winfree’s house on Minturn Ave (I think) at about 6 a.m. We loved our 8th grade teacher, Mr. Winfree, but he probably didn’t care too much for us at that time. We had one at Bonnie’s after she moved to Hamlet Ave.and were doing the “Can Can” for truckers in the middle of Hamlet Ave. I think the police came to that one. The fun part of the PJ parties is that the boys crashed them. We had one at Shirlee Russ’ and they were doing some work on their house at the time and the boys were climbing up the scaffolding to crash the party. I am surprised we didn’t open the door for them.
As a bunch of giggling 7th and 8th grade girls we loved to call WKDX and dedicate songs to anyone and everyone we knew. I can still hear them now saying “this goes out to Dee Dee, Doe Doe, Radiator and Tater Head”. That would have been Elizabeth Bradshaw (Dee Dee), Delores Maples was Doe Doe, I was aptly named Radiator because I was so shy that I blushed all the time and Tater Head was Betty Moore. I don’t know the full story but in 5th grade she got in a fight with some guy and got the best of him. She was called tater Head after that. I never hear “Night Train” that I am not immediately taken to that era of time once more.
Betty, Dee Dee and I use to sleep out “:Under the stars” in Betty’s back yard. I can’t imagine the mosquitos and other crawling things. I am not talking a tent here. We took a blanket and got at one end and rolled up in it. You couldn’t have run if you had to. One night there were some boys (Glenn Davenport, Harold Roper, George Cox and probably Mike Harris) sleeping in a tent in the neighborhood. We went over about 5 a.m. and pulled their tent stakes up. We were running between house laughing and screaming.
We had a lot of fun in clubhouses too (fun…nothing bad). Sybil Harris had one that we were allowed to paint. I can see it today. We had one Pepto Bismol pink wall with Maynard Clebb (the beatnik) painted on it. The other walls were other colors but they all had very large polka dots painted on them. It looked like a Wonder Bread store. We had such a good time there in our little corner of the world. The Cox family lived next door and George had a nice Clubhouse the guys use to play in. Pretty much as it has been portrayed all along, the clubhouse was a guy thing. I think that is where they went to get away from us. We got to play poker in their clubhouse a few times.
I had a good friend in high school who confessed to me that she was terrified to come to HHS because “we” would be there. I had no idea that we were so famous. After our world expanded in high school our friendship circles greatly expanded.
Well, high school was pretty interesting too. We were all good kids and had a blast. I am sorry that the kids today can’t (or don’t know how) to have fun like we did. We gathered on the Raby home porch until I left home in 1965. We had some good times there. I am more than sure my Mom was looking through the blinds. I will quit now but it was fun strolling down memory lane. I will show this to my kids and we will laugh. Our kids love my stories. When they were young they would say “tell us a story Mom” and they weren’t talking fairy tales. They didn’t have the privilege of living in one place and having roots. I think they lived a little through mine. I am thankful to have grown up in Hamlet. Those were definitely the last of the June Cleaver days.
This is a picture of the house that I found in a trash pile when we moved into the house in 1956. I can’t place all of there people. This was taken in 1959 after the blizzard.Beth McEwen, not sure about who is behind her, Jean Land, Harold Roper, Patsy Boney, Robert Brown and I think Rosalind McEwen on the right front. I love today too but I do enjoy reminiscing in the past. I frequently hear people talking about bad childhood memories, I was blessed to be in the family I am in and to have grown up in Hamlet, NC.
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