tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12813868882542633862024-03-12T22:43:05.592-07:00PEOPLE LIKE USStories of some of the ordinary and extraordinary people of Laurens County and East Central Georgia. They are people like us.
"Each of us were put here for a purpose, and that purpose is to build and not to destroy."
RED SKELTONScott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-71800957526564678952016-08-15T08:30:00.002-07:002016-08-15T08:31:13.645-07:00ROBERT V. HARDEMAN, JR. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The bold headline of the obituary read, “R.V. Hardeman Called By Death.” Near the end of the first paragraph, the article noted that Hardeman died at 8:30 a.m. on August 12, 1916 at the home of his daughter, Mrs. M.H. Blackshear in Dublin, Georgia. When I first read that article some 20 years ago in my former home, the red flag shot up the flag pole. My insatiable curiosity for historical facts peaked. For you see, the house in which Robert Vines Hardeman died in was my very own house. The bed room in which the long life of this Confederate veteran and Macon attorney ended was my very own bedroom.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People who have never lived in an old house occupied by a host of known and unknown occupants often do not think about what has transpired within the walls of their homes, nor do they dream what events may occur in the future.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Robert Vines Hardeman, Jr. was born on February 19, 1843 into the well to do Jones County, Georgia family of Robert Vines Hardeman, Sr. and Elizabeth C. Henderson. He attended the best schools available in Clinton. After six months of post secondary education at Mercer University in Penfield, Georgia, Robert left college to return home to Clinton.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hardeman’s life and the lives of his family and his entire world were radically transformed a few months after he attained the age of majority. The firing on Union forces stationed at Fort Sumter, South Carolina cast the nation into a mighty and horrific four-year war - the slaughter known as “The Civil War” or the “The War Between the States.” His father had served as a colonel in the Indian Wars of the 1830s.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Seven weeks before his 19th birthday, Robert Hardeman enlisted in Co. B of the 2nd Battalion of the Georgia Infantry. On the Ides of March in 1862, he transferred to Co. F, “The Gray Volunteers,” of the 45th Georgia Infantry under the command of his older brother, Colonel Thomas Hardeman, Jr. Robert’s brothers Isaac, Frank, and John joined the Confederate Army in the late winter of 1861-1862 as members of the local company of volunteers.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Colonel Hardeman resigned his commission in October 1862. He returned home to serve in the Georgia House of Representatives in 1863 and 186. The Colonel served as the Speaker of the House in 1874.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hardeman, a delegate to the 1872 Democratic National Convention and president of the State convention, and chairman of the Democratic State executive committee for four years, served in the U.S. House of Representatives as fm March 4, 1883, to March 3, 1885.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank, a courier for General Jubal Early, C.S.A, died of congestive fever at Staunton, Virginia in the last autumn of the war. Isaac, a future attorney and director of the Macon, Dublin & Savannah Railroad, worked his way up from an Orderly Sergeant to Lt. Colonel of the 12th Georgia Infantry Regiment. Col. Isaac Hardeman was captured at the pivotal and deadly battle at Spotsylvania Courthouse, Virginia.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>John Hardeman was elected as the Jr. 2nd Lieutenant of the Gray Volunteers, Company F of the 45th Georgia Infantry. Following the Battle of the Second Manassas, John was elevated to the rank of Captain on August 28, 1862. Captain Hardeman survived all of the major battles of the Army of Northern Virginia until he was wounded on April 2, 1865 as the Confederate Army was forced to evacuate Petersburg. Although he lost his thumb to the wound, Captain Hardeman left Stuart Hospital in Richmond to return to his company, only to surrender one week later.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The 45th Georgia was a part of Edward L. Thomas’ Brigade and Gen. Cadmus Wilcox’s Division of Gen. Ambrose P. Hill’s 3rd Corps. Fighting along the side of two Laurens County companies, Co. H, 14th Georgia (Blackshear Guards) and Co. F, 49th Georgia (Laurens Volunteers) Hardeman’s company saw major action in the Battle of the Second Manassas and Fredericksburg in the last third of 1862.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Robert Hardeman’s first major battle of 1863 took place at Chancellorsville, Virginia, known as “Lee’s Greatest Victory,” despite the loss of Lee’s invaluable right arm, Gen. Stonewall Jackson. Two months later, Hardeman was among the tens of thousands of Lee’s army which moved northward into Pennsylvania. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Before the equally disastrous battles of the Wilderness and Spotsylvania Courthouse, Robert left his company to serve as a provost guard. The provost guards were considered the army’s military police, which often provided guards for prisoners and security for Confederate nonmilitary officials.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After the war, Robert Hardeman returned home on September 27, 1865 to marry Ella Griswold (LEFT) Smith, a member of the prominent Griswold family of Jones County and a daughter of Gen. D.N. Smith and his wife, Mary Griswold. The Hardemans had eight children: sons; Frank S., Gordon, Clark G., Wallis B., Robert N. and daughters; Mary Maud, Ruth and Annie Lucia Hardeman (Mrs. M.H. Blackshear,) of Dublin. Hardeman took up farming and worked for a while with the Central of Georgia Railroad.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Robert Hardeman decided to follow in his father’s footsteps and entered the practice of law. He began his practice in Gray in Jones County in 1873. He served for 14 years as the Solicitor of the County Court of Jones County. In 1891, he removed to Macon, where he became a well respected and honored member of the bar as a member of the firm of R.V. Hardeman & Sons. Five years later, he joined in partnership with L.D. Moore. Hardeman retired from the practice of law in 1910 at the age of 70 when his health began to fail him.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hardeman, who lived on Forsyth Street in Macon, served as superintendent of the Vineville Methodist Sunday school for many years. He was one of the founders, a long time steward and one of the largest contributors to the church. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Robert Hardeman, at the age of 74, suffered a stroke in May 1916. His father too had suffered from a series of strokes which cut his life short at the age of 71. Paralyzed and unable to function, Robert moved to Dublin, where he lived in the relatively new home of his daughter, Annie Blackshear, at 202 South Calhoun Street. Following his death, Hardeman’s body was returned home to Macon, where it was buried in an afternoon funeral service in Riverside Cemetery. His wife Ella would survive him for about 21 years. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I will never learn any more about this man, the Gray Ghost, but I can only hope that one day I will find out one more fact, not how he died in my house, but how he lived his life. For a moment, think about the lives of those who have lived or who will live in your house. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-29069027524338427432016-08-15T08:29:00.002-07:002016-08-15T08:30:07.697-07:00PATRICK HUES MELL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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DR. PATRICK HUES MELL<br />
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Dr. Patrick Hues Mell’s career in the educational and religious annals of 19th Century Georgia remains unprecedented. From his humble beginnings as a teacher in a one room Montgomery County school house, Mell rose to become Chancellor of the University of Georgia. From his first sermon as a licensed minister in a small Baptist Church, Rev. Mell was elevated to the Presidency of the Southern Baptist Convention for nearly a quarter century. This is the story of one of Georgia’s most foremost citizens who began his remarkable career right here in East Central Georgia.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Patrick Hues Mell was born in Walthourville, Liberty County, Georgia on July 19, 1814. By the age of fourteen, Patrick became an orphan after the death of his father followed shortly by the death of his mother. With only the clothes on his back and a satchel of purely personal belongings, Mell began his teaching career in a one- room log schoolhouse, complete with a dirt floor. He spent two years at Amherst College in Massachusetts before leaving early to teach school in West Springfield, Massachusetts. He later served as Assistant Principal of East Hartford High School in Connecticut. In October 1838, Mell accepted a position as teacher at Ryals in lower Montgomery County, which was located below present day Uvalda. Just four months later, Mell received an offer to become the principal of a Female Seminary at Emory College at Oxford. His employment came at the urgent request of Gov. George M. Troup of Laurens County. Troup, who met the young teacher at Dr.<br />
Perry’s house in Montgomery County, became a ardent advocate of the young man. When plans to establish the seminary failed to materialize, Mell was offered an alternate position as Principal of the Classical and English School at Oxford, one which he accepted.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was during his term at Emory that Mell was called to preach the Gospel. He obtained a license to preach in 1840. With his career goals firmly established, Mell returned to Montgomery County to marry Lurene Howard Cooper, whom he taught as a student at Ryals. Mrs. Mell was a guiding force in Mell’s advancement in the educational and religious fields before her untimely death just more than twenty years into their marriage.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1841, again up the influential request of Gov. Troup, Rev. Mell was offered the chair of the Department of Ancient Languages at Mercer University, then located at Penfield, Georgia. A year later, Rev. Mell was ordained as a minister and served Greensboro Baptist Church and other churches in the area until 1852. In 1845, Rev. Mell was one of the Georgia delegates to the organizing of the Southern Baptist Convention in Augusta. He served as Clerk of the Georgia Baptist Convention from<br />
1845 until 1855. In 1855, when Rev. Mell resigned his position as professor at Mercer when he was not offered the presidency of that institution. Mell turned down innumerable offers for positions at colleges and universities throughout the South, including the presidency of Wake Forest.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1856, Rev. Mell was offered a more prestigious position as Chair of the Department of Ancient Languages at the University of Georgia. After a one year respite from the leadership of the Georgia Baptist Association, Rev. Mell was elected as President of the Association, a position which he held longer than anyone else in the organization’s history until his death more than three decades later. In 1860, Rev. Mell was selected to become Vice-Chancellor of the University. As a Ph. D, Dr. Mell remained as Vice Chancellor until 1872.<br />
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Rev. Mell, always a adherent of the rights of the Southern states, accepted the position of Captain of “The Mell Rifleman,” a company organized in Athens, Georgia in the first few months of the Civil War. Mell’s eldest son Benjamin joined the company. When Lurene Mell died just a week before the fighting started in July 1861, Captain Mell resigned his commission to remain with his other seven children. Sgt. Benjamin Mell went off to war an on September 17, 1862 at Sharpsburg, Md. He was severely wounded and taken prisoner on the single bloodiest day of the Civil War.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Rev. Mell was known to have preached for 90 minutes to a congregation who swore that he never spoke too long. His son Patrick Mell, Jr. described his father’s sermons as distinct and plain.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-6254213399518942942016-08-10T08:03:00.001-07:002016-08-10T08:03:44.124-07:00LAURENS COUNTY CONNECTIONS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They are the children of the rich and famous. They are the parents and grandparents of celebrities. Beginning with this column and in future columns, I will tell the stories of some of our county's most famous family connections. In the past I have written of Sugar Ray Robinson and Ty Cobb, Jr., but there are many, many more. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Tall men seemed to run in one branch of the O'Neal family of Laurens County's Burgamy District. Hilton O'Neal, a farmer, was between six feet eight inches and six feet nine inches tall. His son Sirlester stood a imposing six feet five inches above the ground. The O'Neals were a farming family from way back. Hilton's father George was a son of former slaves Freeman O'Neal and Charity Blackshear. The progenitor of the O'Neal family in the county was Jack O'Neal, who was born about the year 1835 and may have been a slave of the family of William O'Neal, who maintained a plantation in northwestern Laurens County.</div>
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Bobby Davis, it has often been said, was the biggest baby ever born in Bowie County in the great state of Texas. Weighing fourteen pounds at birth, Bobby tipped the century mark on the scales before he started school. When he became a teenager, the scales began to strain as the needle hit the two hundred pound mark. As a grown man, Bobby grew to at least three hundred pounds. What, you may ask yourself, does this large behemoth of a man have to do with the history of Laurens County? Well, first we will need to turn back the clock some two hundred years or so. Don't read ahead, please don't. You might spoil your surprise.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Though his career as "Hoss Cartwright" was nearly over in the early 1970s, Blocker had become an astute businessman as the owner of Bonanza steakhouses across the country. Because of his superior people skills and intellect, which he displayed weekly on television, and his passion for politics, Dan was often asked to run for governor, senator or congress. In one of the most tragic cases of celebrities who died all too young, Dan Blocker died after a clot formed in his body following gall bladder surgery on May 13, 1972. He was only forty-three years old. </div>
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Former Dublin High School, coach, teacher, principal and superintendent Tom Stewart was honored on Friday with the dedication of a golf cart named in his honor. The cart, one of two purchased through the efforts of his former students, Buddy Adams and Tom Proctor, was used in the 2016 Master Golf Tournament. The carts will be used to ferry patients from the hospital to the parking lots. One more cart will be dedicated soon. </div>
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Thomas Perry Stewart was born on February 21, 1923 in Camilla, Georgia. The son of the late Perry Stewart and Jo Camp, Mr. Stewart was preceded in death by his wife Peggy Smith Stewart.</div>
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Mr. Stewart graduated from Valdosta High School and served his country during World War II as an aircraft mechanic with the Navy.</div>
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As Coach Stewart, he coached football in Quitman, where his team won the 1949 state championship. He was Georgia coach of the year in Bremen in 1952 and also coached in Dublin from 1953 to 1958. His players contributed to Dublin’s first two state championships in 1959 and 1960. While he was not coaching, Stewart was one of the team’s biggest cheerleaders.</div>
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Stewart was inducted into the Valdosta/Lowndes County Sports Hall of Fame and The Dublin Touchdown Club Hall of Fame. </div>
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You can always tell how someone knew him. If you called him Coach Stewart, you were one of his players. As a teacher, principal and superintendent you addressed him as Mr. Stewart. And, well, if you were a friend, you called him Tom. </div>
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Mr. Stewart was principal of Dublin High School from 1958 until 1971, Assistant Superintendent 1971-1972 and Superintendent from 1972 until his retirement in June 1983. </div>
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Tom Stewart is the epitome of a member of the Greatest Generation. After returning home from the war he served his community in many, many ways. It was what Mr. Stewart and millions of men like him that made them the Greatest Generation.</div>
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Mr. Stewart was a member of First Baptist Church for more than 60 years. He served as a Deacon and Sunday School teacher. He loved his church, his family, all his many students from Dublin High School and the city of Dublin where he made his home and quietly served his community. A Life Member of the Kiwanis Club and a Hixon Fellow, Mr. Stewart is the co-founder of the Bell-Stewart Scholarship Fund to encourage high school seniors to pursue education as their career choice. </div>
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Therefore, it is only fitting and proper that this cart be dedicated to Tom Stewart so that all who ride in it to remember his contributions to our county.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>John Lack was a teenager of the late ‘50s and early ‘60s. He loved music, rock and roll in particular. As a maturing adult of the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, John Lack was a smooth salesman and proponent of revolutionary cable television programming. The brief sojourner in Dublin had an brainstorm. John Lack thought that it would be a popular idea to combine his love for music with his passion to sell television programming. The result was Music plus TV equals MTV.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>John Lack was born in 1944 into a wealthy New York family. He graduated from Boston University and earned a master’s degree in broadcast journalism from the prestigious Medill School at Northwestern University. His first job was with Group W Cable. Lack was sent to Dublin to learn all he could about the cable television business. That was in the days when cable television was in its infancy in Dublin and most of the rest of the country as well. Clearview Cable Company came to Dublin in 1965. Before then, antennas could pick up only four stations, five if you were lucky. WMAZ of Macon, WRDW and WJBF of Augusta, along with WDCO (GPTV) out of Cochran were all that one could see. The latter required a UHF antenna. If you were lucky and the clouds were just right, you might be able to see the low frequency, high power signal from WSB out of Atlanta.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“That was in the days when we sold cable television subscriptions for five dollars and ninety-five cents a month, said Judge Johnny Warren. “I got to keep the first month’s payment as my commission,” said Warren, who remembered Lack as a “slick salesman type.” John Lack married Susan Schildhouse, daughter of Sol Schildhouse, a Washington D.C. attorney, who while with the Federal Communications Commission, played an active role in the federal government’s regulation of the cable television industry. Susan, during the couple’s brief stay in Dublin, worked with the Courier Herald as a headline writer. Their stay in Dublin was so brief that the Lacks never made it into the phone book before their move to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>John Lack had a natural talent for broadcast journalism. John, who was described as generous, charismatic and boyishly enthusiastic, had his moments, though not very frequent, of temperamental moods. His friends knew that he had an uncommon ability to sell anyone on anything in a slow, rhythm-like reeling manner.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lack took a job in 1970 as an account representative with CBS radio in New York. At the age of 32, Lack had climbed the corporate ladder to the position of General Manager of WCBS-AM radio, CBS’s top network affiliate. The broadcast networks, both television and radio, were at their zenith, but Lack knew that the future of television would lie in a different field, cable television.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1979, Lack did the unthinkable. He left the king of the networks for a position with Warner Communications, which was in its second year of a new cable service called Qube, which was being test marketed with its unheard of 36 channels in Columbus, Ohio. The new system included for the first time, pay per view television channels. When American Express bought into the venture, the company was split into two divisions. Lack was chosen to work under his idol from his CBS days, Jack Schneider, to develop cable satellite programming. Schneider and Lack revamped old Warner programming ideas and launched the Nickelodeon and The Movie channels.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lack loved rock and roll music. He loved to sneak away from school to hear black groups such as the Coasters. Michael Nesmith, who had gained superstardom as one of the Monkees, proposed an innovative idea to Lack. Nesmith, who had been producing video clips of himself lip synching his songs, worked with Lack in developing a series of these clips under the title of “Pop Clips.” When Nesmith stated that he thought the future of music videos was in video discs and Lack firmly believed that the music video would become an integral part of the future of cable television, the duo parted ways.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lack left Warner to found ESPN-2. From 1992-1995, Lack served as Executive VP of Marketing and Programming at ESPN. John went on to serve as CEO of Stream Telecom, Italy’s pay television network. In November of 2000, John Lack was appointed President and CEO of i3 Mobile, a leading provider of wireless communication services. Once again, John Lack is there on the forefront of the future, beyond the land line based communication industry which he helped to become an integral part of our lives today, working to provide America and the World with new and improved forms of communication and entertainment for the future with companies such as Stream, ACTV and FireMedia Partners,<br />
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Long before the cries of "Head 'em up, Move 'em out" echoed across the plains of the southwest, cattle were raised along the coastal plain of the southeastern United States. While cattle had been in America for centuries, the first true cattlemen came to our country following the American Revolution. They were to Scotsmen and the Scotch-Irishmen who first settled in the Carolinas. The first generation of these cattlemen moved southward to the lower Oconee River Valley during the War of 1812. They were "America's First Cowboys" in a time when south Central Georgia was the southwestern United States. Today Wheeler County encompasses the extreme western portion of old Montgomery County which lies west of the Oconee River. Originally the lands were a part of Telfair and Laurens Counties until the formation of Emanuel County in 1812.<br />
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With first names like Angus, Archibald, Alexander, Duncan, and Malcom and last names like McMillan, McLeod, McRae, McQuaig, McArthur, Gillis, Peterson, Currie, and Clark, they came by the hundreds into Montgomery County, Georgia. <br />
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The Scots came looking good grazing lands, which they found in the regions of the Upper Wiregrass. Although the grass was not the best the Scots would persevere for many decades to come. <br />
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The Highland Scots continued to move into the area well into the 1830s. Many of the families had made brief stays in Ireland before coming to this country. Gaelic became a second language and was often used in church services. The Scots were known to be as honest and hard-working as they were obstinate and prejudiced. The were members of the Presbyterian faith. The central church was founded in 1851 just across the Oconee at Mt. Vernon. Some of the Scots converted to Methodism. They began meeting at Morrison's Hill, near Glenwood, in 1828.<br />
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Among the large farmers in mid 19th century Wheeler County were Archibald McMillan, Malcom Currie, Anqus McMillan, Duncan McCallum, Duncan Bohanon, William Haralson, George Browning, Gabriel McClement, Henry Wooten, James Chaney, and William Brantley. The 1850 Census recorded that the largest improved acreage farm was 200 acres. Larger tracts were used for grazing lands including those used by sheep. The '50 census indicates that 75% of the current day Wheeler County's slaves worked in the southern part of the county where the larger farms were located. No Scots were considered planters, because none had more than twenty slaves, the largest being the seven each owned by Roderick Gillis and Isabel McRae. When Georgia voted on secession from the Union in 1861, Montgomery County's citizens and representatives voted to remain in the Union, even after it was certain that Georgia would vote in favor of secession.<br />
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Among the more successful Scots who became public servants of early Wheeler County was John McRae. Judge McRae, son of a native Scotsman, served as a justice of the Inferior Court, State Senator - including the first three years of the Civil War -, State Representative, U.S. Marshall, a forty year term as chairman of the Montgomery County Board of Commissioners, and as Postmaster of Alamo, which was created in 1889. The McRae family donated the land for the new town. <br />
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Christine McRae Brightto named the town for the immortal Catholic mission in Texas. She also named the streets for her seven daughters. Glenwood, which means a small valley in the woods, was established the same year on land given by Peter Galbraith.<br />
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Many Wheeler County communities carry Scottish names. John McCrae established a village of McVille along the western banks of the Little Ocmulgee River which separates Wheeler County from Telfair County. When the railroad company requested that the town change its name to avoid confusion with McRae, Scotland became the name of the community at the far southwestern edge of Wheeler County.<br />
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Other 19th century communities were McArthur, Bruce, and Little York. Little York was established as Post Office on August 11, 1853. Duncan McRae was the first postmaster. He was followed by Alexander McMillan, Harlow Clark, Henry S. Clark, and John McRae. The post office was discontinued shortly after the end of the Civil War. The first two postmasters, McRae and McMillan, operated a general store in Little York. Through the generous donation by Mary Alice Brownson, the ledger books of the store are now available for inspection by historians and genealogists at the Dublin-Laurens Museum. These well preserved and invaluable books detail every purchase and payment during the mid 1850s.<br />
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Other business records in the museum include the McRae store at McVille. The books give the names of hundreds of individuals who lived in present day Wheeler County, northeastern Telfair County, and southern Laurens County.<br />
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The heritage of the Scots in Wheeler and Montgomery County still lives. Many descendants of the original families still live in the lower Oconee River valley. Their heritage lives on in the names of their communities and churches.</div>Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-40288944177528604582016-07-25T12:10:00.003-07:002016-07-25T12:10:51.688-07:00COCHRAN BROS. COMPANY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">ALL ABOUT FAMILY</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Cochran Bros. Co.</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For all of the last one hundred years, the owners of the Cochran Bros. in Dublin have been serving their community with our groceries and living needs through their businesses. Outside the store, the Cochran brothers have served their community, their church and beyond. This is the story of one of Dublin’s centennial businesses and the people who have made it into a local institution.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>B. F. Cochran, a former bookkeeper, railroad man and school teacher, came to Dublin and joined R.F. Deese to open a short lived, very primitive shelter store in 1892.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It all began for Cochran Bros. on the Ides of April in 1916, when Horace L. Smith and Guy V. Cochran joined forces to form the Cochran-Smith Company. Smith withdrew from the partnership in short order. Cochran, a former feed and seed company operator, turned to another Smith, Milo Smith, Sr. as his new partner. Milo Smith remained with the firm until he decided to join a higher calling as a member of Uncle Sam’s army in World War I in December 1917. Guy served in the army as well.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The secret to the success of the company came from the fact that B.F. Cochran was raised on a farm and raised all of his children on a farm. As his family grew, his children married and had their own children, Cochran realized that no farm could be big enough to support such a large family.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Operating as B.F. Cochran & Sons, Guy Cochran (left) invited his brother, M.E. Cochran, to join the firm. The Cochrans welcomed Milo Smith home from the war and back into the company. Smith, who would establish his own, highly successful wholesale company, remained until Feb. 1920, when B.F., Guy V., Carl and M.E. Cochran established the current corporation, Cochran Bros Co., as a strictly wholesale grocery house. M.E. Cochran sold his interest to open the Blue Ribbon Bakery.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Within ten years, the company grew from a line of less than a dozen products to more than four hundred grocery items.<br />
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B.F. Cochran and family.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Nearly out of business during the dark years of the Great Depression, the Cochrans persevered. One of the secrets of the company’s success was the hiring of quality grocers, including J. Hughes Lord and F. Roy Orr, both of whom were successful grocers in their own right. <br />
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At the beginning of World War II, the company was led by President Guy Cochran, Secretary Carl Cochran (left) and Treasurer B.F. Cochran. When the U.S. Labor Department established a forty-hour work week, some businesses feared serious financial repercussions. Company president Guy V. Cochran led the way by leading the first business in Georgia to increase its work force. Cochran Brothers added ten employees to the 17 existing workers before the new rule change. The company added a building supply division under the leadership of Guy V. Cochran, while Carl Cochran took over the management of the grocery division.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>During the post war boom, small country grocery stores began to wane as a more mobile populace patronized larger city stores. Faye Cochran’s husband, Ray Prosperi, and Betty Rose Cochran’s husband, Preston Joiner, joined the company. In the two decades which followed, the grocery and the building supply divisions split, reducing the number of family members working in the main company.<br />
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Guy V. Cochran’s son, Ben, (left) worked at the store from his earliest working days until the present, except for a short term when he served our country in the US Air Force. Cochran, who is approaching his 60th year of active service to the company, returned home in 1958. <br />
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“During my time with the company it has evolved from a small rural wholesale food distributor to a still small, but much more efficient, supplier of convenience foods, fried chicken, gasoline and diesel.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Cochran considers himself fortunate to have lived in this time in history. He points to the fact that he has had the opportunity to work with his grandfather, father, sons, son- in-law and especially the outstanding members of the Cochran Bros. team, the names of whom he cannot single out because the list would be too long. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In addition to those employees mentioned below, Ben Cochran points to Earl Roach, Raymond Thomas, Emory Garner, Hazel Thigpen Syboda, Geraldine and Walter Haywood, Landrum Bland and Ben’s wife, Pat, for keeping the company in business during the stressful times. It is to these employees that Ben gives eternal thanks.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>With the aid of Ben’s daughter Lee Cochran Ladson and her husband, Gus, the company opened its first Friendly Gus Store in Mt. Vernon, a second one in Vidalia and the company’s first store in Dublin at the corner of Highway 441 South and I-16. (Below) Today the company continues to operate many stores in the East Central Georgia area.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“For a business to last for a century, it must have a constant stream of dedicated, talented people who are willing to cast their lot with that business,” said Cochran, who added, “Cochran Bros. has had such people.” <br />
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<b>L-R: Ben Cochran, Guy Cochran, Gus Ladson, Ash Cochran and Wick Cochran </b><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ben’s son, Guy Cochran, (left) who worked as a child in the business in a variety of tasks recalled, “I remember all those summers as a kid working as a trucker’s helper, delivering groceries, feed, building supplies, etc. to country stores all over the Middle Georgia territory. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would one day be running this business in the configuration that has evolved, nor celebrating our 100th anniversary.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“The challenges of growing a family business are real and require a tremendous amount of soul searching when trying to balance the intricacies of business interests and family interests. If you are successful, most often you quickly outgrow the resources provided within your immediate family,” Guy maintains.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Not being able to name all of the cherished employees of Cochran Bros., Guy points to Ira Edwards and Julius Taylor, as well as Skeet Fordham, the all time leader in sales at Cochran Bros. Guy can’t go without giving credit to Bo Payton, Larry Jackson, Sonny Warnock and Sean Claxton as well as his Savior, Jesus Christ.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>To many kids of the 1960s, music was important. It gave them a chance to express their feelings, their desires, and their frustrations. Whether as musicians or as just listeners, music guided us through the happy times early in the decade and the turbulent years of the late Sixties. Some of us were content to go down to Ed Powel’s record store and pick up a 45-rpm record of our favorite artist and a popular tune. Others joined the Dublin band to satisfy our desire to enjoy the wonderful sounds that only music can deliver. Still others, the more talented musicians among us, formed their own bands, known collectively as garage bands, because they were usually banished to the family garage by their parents, who had failed to comprehend the quality of the sounds emanating from their the son’s instruments. Actually the parents of one local group were very supportive of their sons.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One such Dublin garage band was known as the Ancestors. They were talented musicians. By their own admission, they were somewhat zany, perhaps due in part to their early idolization of Moe, Larry, and Curly. Tom Patterson, Edward Tanner, and Blair Tanner formed the Dublin chapter of the official Three Stooges Fan Club. The trio collected Stooges memorabilia and emulated their idols. The boys watched television and listened to music together. In an effort to escape the boredom of summer vacation, the boys decided to form a band in the summer of 1965. Tom, the band’s drummer and a drummer in the school band, was the lead vocalist. The Tanners played guitar. The band chose their name by skimming through the dictionary. The band had gone through a series of names, The Band, The Kitchen Sink, Peeping Tom and the Infiltrators, Big Padre and Fungus Chin, and initially, The Irish Surfers (an especially hideous name to Edward). The band was represented by the St. BEAT (Blair, Edward, Allen, Tom) Booking Agency. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The band composed many of their own songs, such as instrumental versions of “Sewer Rat,” “Instrumental Ballad of Rabbit Tooth,” and “Lumbago.” The band<br />
soon began playing popular songs of the day: “Gloria,” “The Land of A Thousand Dances,” and “Louie, Louie,” the standard song of any rock and roll band’s set list. The boys asked Jimmy McDonald to join the group as the lead vocalist. After a few months, Tom and the Tanners decided to replace Jimmy with their friend Allen Tindol, who could sing and play the bass guitar. As the band became more middle of the road in their tunes, they were asked to play at dances held in the American Legion Hall, the National Guard Armory, and the Shanty, a World War II Quonset hut converted into a teen center. There were occasional gigs at birthday parties and churches. I remember one such dance in the late 60s. The social hall of First Methodist Church was filled with hundreds of teens dancing to the popular songs of the day. It was the band’s last performance as high school students.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The band underwent a series of personnel changes in 1967 and 1968. Allen (on guitar left) left the band to pursue his acting interests as a member of the Drama Club at Dublin High School. He was replaced by keyboardist Lewis Smith, a fellow high school band member, whose main talent was playing the piano and organ in church (and very well, I might add). Tom, Edward, and Blair convinced Lewis to wear a flower pot on his head, put on a Nehru jacket, and place flowers in his buzz cut hair. The boys encouraged him to play songs such as “The Marine’s Hymn” and “Dixie,” as well as other songs which were not the usual tunes played by rock bands. Being somewhat uneasy with the way the band was going, Lewis left the band.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The band listed as their most memorable performance a weekend dance at the American Legion in 1970, which was highlighted by a perfect bass performance by Johnny Fountain, an exquisite rendition of the Beatle’s “It’s For You” by Johnny, Bobby, and Allen, riveting guitar playing by the Tanners, and Credence Clearwater like vocals by drummer Tom Patterson, who sung “Proud Mary” in Spanish. Wayne Fatum joined the band from time to time displaying his talent for hamboning and whistling to “Dock of the Bay.” The worst performance, well, it had to been the Christmas Dance at Wrightsville High School in 1968. Edward, dressed in a Santa suit, agitated the students with chants of “Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh,” an unpopular stunt at the height of the Vietnam War. Teachers chaperoning the event asked the band to turn off their strobe lights because it hurt their eyes. Students asked the band to stop showing their home movies because, “they came to dance and not to watch movies.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The band members remain friends today (2003). Tom is a journalist and curator lives in North Carolina. He is currently working on publishing his late brother Hunter’s novel. Edward practices law in Atlanta, where his brother Blair works as a physical therapist. Allen is a physician who practices in Dublin. Lewis Smith also lives in Atlanta, where he works as a computer specialist. Bobby Fountain, the second physician in the group, practices medicine in Forsyth. Johnny Fountain, the only remaining member of the group still playing in a band, lives in Dublin. To learn more about the band, log on to their web site at <a href="http://theancestors.com/index.htm" target="_blank">http://theancestors.com/index.htm</a> where you can view pictures of the band and listen to clips of their music, including clips of some of the music of the Dublin Fighting Irish Band. On the band’s former web site at www.myfirstband.com, Randy Stinson is listed as an emergency contact for his daughter’s Girl Scout troop.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Those graduates of Dublin High School of the late 60s and early 70s were taken back more than four decades in time at the Dublin Country Club last Saturday Night. Surviving members of local garage bands, The Dukes of York and The Ancestors, reunited in Dublin for the first time in more than forty years to play the same music which teenagers danced to in the 1960s in places like the old high school gym, the American Legion Hall, the Shanty, and the social hall of First United Methodist Church. The evening was the culmination of the DHS Journey Class of the 1970s Journey Reunion.<br />
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One of the founders of "The Dukes of York" was Dr. Van Haywood, (right on picture on left) an Augusta dentist and father of Dave Haywood, guitarist of Lady Antebellum. Haywood joined with drummer Ricky Hayes, bass guitarist Jerry Pinholster and lead guitarist Charles Lee to form the band, "The Malibus of Ricky Hayes."<br />
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The band reorganized and added Steve Scarborough on keyboards and Mike Warren on drums. The band was a regular at dances at the National Guard and at after football game parties at the American Legion Post No. 17 on North Jefferson. The "Dukes of York" were all talented musicians and most of the members played in Dublin's highly heralded, "Dixie Irish Band."<br />
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Drummer Mike Warren saw the performance as a wonderful experience. "It was miraculous to see Van and Steve and to play on stage with them for the first time since 1969," said Warren, a writer and passionate politophile.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"The greatest achievement of mankind is the music we make," Warren commented. "And, I was lucky enough to be a part of it," he added.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Van, Michael and I had great time playing for you guys but we were really rusty and had not met up until Saturday," commented Dukes of York guitarist Steve Scarborough. Scarborough, a design engineer for Confluence Watersports, thanked Edward Tanner and Cruis-O-Matic for helping them through a few tunes for old times sake.<br />
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The Ancestors, highly talented members of the Dublin's vaunted Dixie Irish Marching Band, were formed in the summer of 1965 by Green Acres neighbors Tom Patterson, Edward Tanner and Blair Tanner, who were joined in 1966 by Allen Tindol. Allen, now a physician and professor at Emory University's Winship Cancer Institute, left the band and was replaced by singing bassist Johnny Fountain. Lewis Smith, a talented church organist, joined the band who brought an all new facet to the band's performances.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Ancestors added a new keyboardist, Mike Harrell, a fanatic fan of the group Steppenwolf. Allen, a former Dublin physician rejoined the band for a third time, from 1969 until its demise in 1970, as a featured vocalist, along with Johnny Fountain's cousin, Bobby Fountain. The band played songs by Spirit, Blood, Sweat, and Tears, Three Dog Night, The Hollies, Wilson Pickett, The Beatles, and Rolling Stones during this final era.<br />
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Edward Tanner, an Atlanta attorney, is still performing today with his group, Cruis-O-Matic, which he formed in the summer of 1977. Edward's brother, Blair Tanner, joined Cruis-O-Matic on<br />
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To Blair Tanner, a physical therapist, the evening was "priceless." "It was an even greater day than I expected." Tanner commented about playing in the same band as he played in at the 1967 DHS Coronation dance. <br />
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For more than half of his life, Claude Harvard fought to overcome the obstacles in his life. He was a mathematical genius. But before you think he was carried a slide rule with him and was some sort of prosperous preppie prodigy attending a major university, think again. Claude Harvard was born almost as poor as poor can be. He was the son of a South Georgia black sharecropper in the years when cotton abdicated its crown as the King of the South. </div>
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Claude Harvard was born on March 11, 1911 in Dublin, Georgia. He attended Telfair School, which was then located on Pritchett Street. His teacher and school principal Susie White Dasher was more than proud of Claude. Mrs. Dasher related that he was a mathematical wizard and was always at the top of his class. </div>
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Claude’s interest in science and technology was aroused around 1921when he read a magazine article about owning your own wireless radio set. The first radio station in the country, KDKA in Pittsburgh, went on the air in November 1920. Georgia wouldn’t have its own station until 1922 when WSB began broadcasting from Atlanta. Claude was determined to own his own radio. He saved his pennies and sold salve to raise the money. </div>
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By 1922, it became impossible for many black tenant farmer families to survive in the boll weevil ridden cotton fields of Georgia. The Harvard family moved to Detroit, Michigan with hopes of a newfound prosperity. With his most priceless possession in hand, Claude left the relative tranquility of Dublin for the bright lights of big city life. </div>
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Claude enrolled in a machine shop class in high school. His teacher observed his talent and recommended him for admission to The Henry Ford Trade School in 1926. Auto magnate Henry Ford established the School in 1916 to train orphaned children to become workers for his auto plants. Despite the fact that he was not an orphan, Claude was accepted in the school because of his impressive talents in machining and metal work. The cards were stacked against Claude at the school where blacks seldom graduated because of the rule against fighting. The principal figured that Claude wouldn’t make it at the school because there was no way he could finish his classes without getting into a fight with the white kids. Claude kept his temper and avoided any scrapes. He excelled in every course at the school. He was elected president of the radio club at the school. Ten students in the club took a test to become a certified amateur operator. Claude, the only one of the group to pass the test, became the first African-American in Michigan to receive an amateur radio license. Harvard, known as "The African Pounder," worked at the school radio station WARC. Upon completion of his courses at the Henry Ford Trade School, Claude Harvard was at the top of his class. </div>
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In 1934 at the age of twenty-three, Claude was personally selected by Henry Ford to display his ground breaking invention of a piston pin inspection machine at the Century of Progress Exposition in Chicago, Illinois. Harvard’s most well known invention allowed workers to clean the surfaces of auto pistons to one 1/10,000 of an inch. His machine determined the proper hardness of pistons and checked the length and diameter of its grooves, rejecting any defective parts in the sorting phase. Claude Harvard never forgot the pride he felt at the Exposition. He was deeply honored by Ford’s confidence in him as well as the pride he felt when other black attendees came to his booth. </div>
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Impressed with Harvard’s remarkable abilities, Henry Ford asked Claude to speak on behalf of the company at Tuskegee Institute. With only one day to prepare the speech, Harvard rapidly researched his topic and presented to Ford by the end of the day. The Institute’s iconic scientist George Washington Carver in welcomed Claude to the school and issued a rare personal invitation to tour his personal laboratory. As a token of his gratitude, Carver presented Harvard samples of his work and an autographed picture of himself. Carver remained fond of Harvard and his work and often inquired of him in conversations with Ford. In 1937, Harvard was again honored by Ford when he appeared in an advertisement in Popular Science Monthly.<br />
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Harvard came out of retirement when he began teaching at HOPE Machinist Training Institute in Detroit in the early 1980s. The school was organized to teach hands on training for minority youths. After two years, Harvard became an unpaid volunteer at the school. He designed implements and guides to facilitate the production of metal parts. Harvard maintained that it was the vast experience of himself and other instructors which contributed to better teaching of young students. Though machine work was controlled by computers, Harvard maintained that the process was still basically the same as it was in the 1930s. He encouraged his students and all children to study math and to put as much effort into learning as they do into sports. In a 1997 interview with Otha R. Sullivan Harvard offered these words of advice, "Have you noticed how kids exercise, play sports and learn dances? If they treated their brains the way they treat their bodies, they would be great. If you gave your brains half the exercise you give your muscles, you’d be very smart. Kids shouldn’t be afraid of mathematics and science. The subjects aren’t as hard as they look. I especially recommend that young people tackle mathematics. It really isn’t that difficult. Apparently, the teachers just make it seem that way."</div>
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“Hub” Dudley was a credit to his race, the human race. In an era when it seemed that the frayed chain of humanity was going to explode into a mass of broken fragments, Dudley, a Dublin businessman, was the indestructible center link which bound the two races of Dublin and Laurens County together in the calm of a maelstrom which swirled about the country. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Dudleys opened a meat market and grocery store in 1922 in the building now occupied by Dudley Funeral Home. Over the next two decades, the father and son team built an empire along East Jackson Street and the Five Points area of downtown. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For most of his adult life, “Hub” Dudley was known as a healer, a mediator and a man of impeccable honesty and trustworthiness. Thomaseanor Pearson once told the story that her “Duddy” convinced Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. from staging a massive demonstration in Dublin over unfair labor practices. King stayed at Dudley’s motel on East Jackson Street, then the major east-west traffic artery through Georgia. She also remembered the night he stayed at the Dudley Motel. Pearson, who was initially scared because of the fear that King was being tracked, met the American icon in person and fondly recalled the night she stayed up “all night” talking to the civil rights champion. Mrs. Pearson also remembered another Civil rights advocate, Atlanta Mayor and U.N.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Hub” Dudley was a born giver. In fact, he was the “Colored Chairman” of the multi racial United Givers Fund in the 1960s. A long time supporter of the American Red Cross, Dudley helped to lead War Bond drives during World War II and the establishment of a public housing project for African Americans, which was named for his mother Katie Dudley. A life long member and leader of St. Paul A.M.E. Church, Dudley helped to enlarge and modernize the Colored 4H Camp of Georgia on the current grounds of Riverview Golf Course.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In his early years, Dudley remained loyal to the Republican party, the party of Abraham Lincoln. Dudley organized a Voter’s League in the mid 1950s. Later, he became the essential keystone for candidates seeking political offices. During the 1940s and 1950s, Hub was often courted by the members of the Herschel Lovett and Sheriff Carlus Gay factions for his critical endorsement.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Known by many important African American figures of his day, “Hub” was a friend of George Washington Carver and composer W.C. Handy. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hub Dudley’s wonderful life ended on June 4, 1965. Long time friend, Herman Wiggs, commented, “The twinkle in his eye symbolized inspiration for everyone who knew him. In a day when our race still is in need of advertisement as human beings, Mr. Dudley, in my book, was about the finest public relations man Dublin has ever had. He was kind, clean cut and gracious.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>An anonymous friend wrote in an opinion letter to the Courier Herald, “He was a great man and a misunderstood one in many instances. He loved people, all people, regardless of race. He always had a conversation for anyone he met and was known by all as being talkative. He helped so many people, at one time he was on as much as $445,000 worth of notes for other people. There are so many ways he helped people. Your paper wouldn't hold it all.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dudley was buried in the family plot on the summit of the hill along the main drive of the cemetery which he and his father established in the Scottsville neighborhood of Northeast Dublin next to his parents and beside his beloved Mayme, who was most likely I suspect, the real tie that bound the Dudley family and our community. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In summing up “Hub” Dudleys life, let’s look to his own words when he commented on the outstanding work of Dublin native and Ford Motor Company inventor, Claude Harvard. Dudley proclaimed, “Genius knows no color or creed. And, the world loves a contributor to civilization” And therein lines the reason why this great man was so loved by nearly all of the people he ever helped along his highway to heaven.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-15012577431816882952016-06-26T11:17:00.003-07:002016-06-26T11:17:36.298-07:00BERT GREENE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Bert Greene was a pretty fair golfer in his day. At the age of eight, he was beating some of the duffers at the Dublin Country Club. Forty years ago Greene was in his prime as one the leading collegiate golfers of the Southeastern Conference. Ten years later his PGA career vanished as a result of a freak career ending injury.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Charles “Bert” Greene was born in Gray, Georgia on February 11, 1944. He took up golf at the age of four. In 1950, Bert’s father, Herb Greene, was hired to be the club pro at the Dublin Country Club. Growing up around golf and being the son of a pretty good golfer, Bert was destined to excel on the links. In his days in Dublin the elementary school student outscored several grown men when he finished atop the 2nd flight. The Greenes left Dublin for Jacksonville, Florida for a short time before returning to the Middle Georgia area where Herb worked on golf courses in Eastman, Douglas and Cochran. Bert’s sister Barbara also followed in their father’s footsteps and played for a time on the LPGA tour.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1961, Bert, playing for Dodge County High School, won the Georgia AA state championship by nine strokes with a two straight sub-par round total of 136. Later that summer, he captured the Georgia Jaycee’s Jr. Championship. The following year, the Dodge County golfer won the 17-18 year old bracket of the Future Masters of Golf with a three round score of 210. Greene was awarded a full scholarship to play for the University of Tennessee golf team in 1963. That same year Bert was the Tennessee Amateur Golf champion. In 1964, Bert won the individual championship in the Southeastern Conference and garnered All American honors that year as well as his junior season in 1965. Bert played as an amateur in his first U.S. Open in June 1965, but failed to make the cut.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Greene’s first appearance in the Master’s Golf Tournament in Augusta came as an amateur thirty-nine years ago this week in 1966. He qualified for the tournament by finishing in the top eight of the previous year’s national amateur tournament. In his first practice round, he posted a 71 with birdies on 13, 14 and 16 with a 20 foot eagle birdie put on the 15th hole. Bert missed the cut after decent opening rounds of 80 and 77. In the fall of 1966, Bert decided to turn pro. He attended a tour school but needed a sponsor to pay the bills of entrance fees, travel expenses and lodging. Two men in the beverage business signed on to sponsor the up and coming golfer. Greene started out strong in the opening round of 1967 Los Angeles open. He was among the third round leaders of the ‘67 Tuscon Open but fell back to a distant and even par behind Arnold Palmer, the tournament winner. But after a disappointing rookie year when he brought home only $1,702.57 in winnings, Bert was left without a sponsor.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Buck White, a former golf pro, saw a lot of potential in the tall, slim and blonde fellow Tennessee golfer. He convinced an eclectic group of investors to sponsor Bert for the 1968 seasons. The group included a Florida housewife, a lawyer, dean of a Quaker school in Garden City, N.Y., a toy merchandiser and a mysterious man with a funny sounding name. In March 1968, Greene once again soared to the top of the 3rd round leader board. Following an outstanding start, Greene was in 8th place, seven strokes off the lead, six ahead of Jack Nicklaus and nine strokes ahead of Lee Trevino. In The Dural Open, just as he had done a year earlier in Tuscon, Greene fell off the leader board following a poor fourth round. A highlight of the year 1968 came in Minnesota when Bert, listed as playing out of Union Point, Ga., scored a hole in one in the Minnesota Golf Classic.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Bert’s fortunes turned for the better in 1969. After participating in the U.S. Open, Bert finished 11th in the Kaiser Open ahead of golfing legends Hale Irwin and Sam Snead. He was an early leader in the American Golf Classic and the Buick Open. His best tournament of the year came in the Western Open, the world’s richest tournament. After blistering rounds in the 2nd and 3rd rounds, Greene drew within one stroke of the leader in the final round. Going for the green in two, his ball found the trap. Still in contention, he missed a putt, which cost him $20,000.00 and his first tour victory. Bert had a great outing when he finished 4th in the Greater Hartford Open on Labor Day weekend. He finished the year 23rd on the money list with $56,878.00 in winnings.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Bert returned to Augusta National in 1970 on an ominous note. During the practice round, one errant shot landed in an empty lunch box. He finished 12th in the tournament with a highly respectable even par four round total of 288. Two weeks later, Bert finished 5th in the Tallahassee Open. He continued to play well during the spring, finishing 3rd in the Houston Championship and 13th in the Atlantic Golf Classic. In one of his first professional victories, Bert captured the Brazilian Open title in June. Fighting bursitis throughout the summer, the lanky power golfer was the first round leader of the Green Island tournament before falling to an 8th place final finish.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Greene got off to a good early start when he placed atop the leader board in the 1971 Glen Campbell Open. A second victory on foreign soil came in the Lagostas in Bogota, Columbia in February. For the second straight year, he finished 12th in the Masters. Among his better tournaments that year were the Atlanta Golf Classic and the Kemper and Colonial Opens where he was among the early leaders. His best finish came in the Western Open when he placed 6th. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> The year 1972 proved to be a turning point for Bert. He only managed to finish 32nd in the Masters, though he finished ahead of Arnold Palmer and Lee Trevino. His best finish came with top ten finishes in the Houston and Greater Milwaukee Opens and a sixth place finish in the Colonial. His career nearly came to an end in the fall when during a round of golf, Bert became frustrated with a bad shot, slammed his club into his golf bag, and caused a pistol inside his bag to discharge. The bullet struck Greene in the foot nearly ending his golf career.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Six years of traveling all over the country playing hundreds of rounds of golf finally paid off for Bert Greene in 1973. Bert finished 5th in the Byron Nelson Tournament in April and the BC Open. In September, he finished 12th in the Heritage Golf Classic. But in was in Raleigh, North Carolina when finally Bert won his first PGA Tournament. After four rounds of regulation play, Bert was in first place in the L&M Open with a score of 68-73-67-70 (278) when on the last hole, Miller Barber sunk a 40 foot putt to force a playoff. On the 5th playoff hole, Bert sunk a twenty-foot twenty-thousand dollar putt to cinch his first tour victory. Back at home in Dexter, Georgia, where his father was the golf pro at Green Acres Country Club, his parents Bert and Kathryn were ecstatic. Just before the tournament, Bert spent a few days for rest and relaxation. “For the first time in his pro career, the pressure is off,” his father said.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After leaving the tour, Bert Greene became a Mississippi state trooper. For nearly two decades Bert Greene almost abandoned the game which brought him fame and enjoyment, playing an average of only three rounds a year. He was the first PGA tour victor ever to regain his amateur status. At the age of fifty, Bert attempted to join the Senior Tour. He missed the cut and decided to permanently<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-70854177791938300722016-06-26T11:16:00.002-07:002016-07-25T12:15:03.608-07:00ELISHA L. KING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>You may have never heard of Elisha James King or his brother, Elisha Lafayette King. The King brothers, along with their cohort, Benjamin Franklin White, were among the most prolific composers of "shaped note hymns" which they compiled into the legendary hymnal, "The Sacred Harp." Many musicologists proclaim that Sacred Harp music is the oldest form of purely American music.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Shaped notes were designed to make it easier for church congregations and untrained singers to readily understand pitch, scales and key signatures. Instead of the more common dark ovals, shaped notes are squares, triangles, ovals and diamonds, filled or not filled with black ink. The practice of using shapes began in the early years of the 19th Century in New England and spread to the South.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Elijah James King was born in 1821 in Wilkinson County, Georgia to John King and his bride, Elizabeth Dubose. The Kings moved to Talbott County in western Georgia in 1828.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>King joined with Benjamin Franklin White, left of Union County, South Carolina, to compile the "Sacred Harp" in 1844 when King was more than half the age of White when the widely popular hymnal of shaped notes was first printed in book form. It has been said that it was White who mentored King. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sadly at the zenith of his life and musical career Elijah King died on August 21, 1844 at the age of twenty-three. His father and a niece died a few days later. More deaths in the King family made the year 1844 one of triumph and despair.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Stepping right in after the death of Elijah King, was Elias Lafayette King, his supposed younger brother and eight years his junior. The younger King strived to replace his brother in the publishing of Sacred Harp music. He contributed approximately a half dozen songs to the 1850 revised edition, including: "The Bower of Care," "The Frozen Heart," "Dull Care," "Reverential Anthem," and "The Dying Christian."<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The teaching of singing syllables in order to teach the young singer has generally been credited to Guido d'Arezzo, who used a six syllable system. English teachers reduced the number to four, fa, sol la and mi.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The memory of shape note music still resonates in the mind of the Rev. Don Hicks, the minister of the First Church of the Nazarene Church in Dublin. Hicks, also the musical leader of his church, fondly remembers his attraction to Sacred Harp singing, primarily in the days of his youth he spent at singing conventions at Sand Mountain, Alabama. "It was a good learning tool to teach me how to sing," Hicks added. <br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-54560601432479580032016-06-26T11:15:00.001-07:002016-06-26T11:15:08.284-07:00JORDAN HAMPTON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Look out New York, Jordan is coming! With her portfolio in one hand and her bag in the other, Jordan Hampton of Dublin is headed for the Big Apple. This seventeen-year-old model, with a classic model figure, is determined to be a successful model through hard work, determination, and the support of her family and a vast network of hometown friends, whom she graciously acknowledges and appreciates.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For all of her walking years, Jordan has loved to dance. She still dances four to six times a week as a way of staying in shape for her modeling career. Her diet usually includes chicken, fish, fruits and vegetables in moderate amounts. Though she will occasionally eats some junk food, Jordan typically prefers fruits to fries and chips.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jordan’s dancing career began at the age of two at the Fancy Dancer School in Dublin. Her dancing skills have led to her being more graceful as a model and having her a more athletic body, which helped her to recover faster than normal after a recent surgery on her knee.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“She is a ham, like her Daddy,” her mother says. “When she is on stage, she lights up!” Both of her parents are singers. Jordan actually has a good voice, but she never took up signing. She also inherited her father’s ability to pick out a tune on a piano.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As a young girl, Hampton never aspired to be a model. At the age of thirteen, Jordan was attending a beauty pageant in Atlanta, when a representative of the Elite Modeling Agency approached Jordan and her mother and asked her if she was interested in a career in modeling. The Hamptons were skeptical at first, but when they learned that the Elite Agency was one of the top three agencies in the world, the offer seemed not only interesting, but extremely exciting. It was then that Jordan and Hamptons were introduced to Victoria Duruh, of Elite, who ever since then has been very helpful to Jordan, almost as if she were her big sister. Just before her fourteenth birthday, Jordan signed a contract with the New York Elite Agency. During her four-year career, she has worked with the agency in Atlanta, New York, Miami, Chicago, and Barcelona, Spain.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>During the last four years, Jordan has traveled around the world. She spent ten weeks in Singapore, Malaysia and five more weeks in Paris, France. Her brief stay in the French capital, one of the world capitals of modeling, was as a major stepping stone in her young career. Another highlight was working on eleven shoots in a single year as one of the “New Faces” of models around the world.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I travel with Jordan everywhere she goes,” her mother said. As her “traveling buddy,” Roxanne Hampton helped her daughter meet the not only her rigorous work schedule, but kept her on track in her high school studies. Through the aid of online courses and home schooling, Jordan could have easily taken the bare minimum courses required for graduation. But instead, she chose to take as many honor courses as she could, including extensive foreign language courses. Despite her demanding course and work schedule, Jordan finished high school in three years and with a 4.0 grade point average - an accomplishment to be applauded for any high school student.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As she prepares to move her home to New York, Jordan is financially set to work as a model without the need of a second job to pay the bills. Thanks to careful financial planning by her father, Dr. Derrick Hampton, who encouraged her to put aside a large portion of her earnings early on, so that her savings would support her in a career once she got out on her own.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Modeling is hard work, more than just posing and smiling. Jordan often works from eight to nine o’clock in the morning to seven o’clock in the evening. All day long, Monday through Friday, Jordan, when she is not on shoot, goes through castings with interviews, sometimes with six models and sometimes with two hundred all competing against each other. Sometimes when the photographer needs a background in a busy metropolitan areas, Jordan has been called upon the pose for pictures in the middle of the night, from the rooftops of skyscrapers to the deserted predawn streets of Times Square in New York. Feeling bad or being sick is rarely an excuse to miss work. She once had to be a work with a temperature of 102 degrees.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The agency has high expectations for Jordan. Many who see her photographs think that she looks exotic and that she couldn’t be a good ole’ country girl from Georgia. Her grandmother sometimes doesn’t recognize and refuses to believe that the girl in the pictures is Jordan, but Roxanne affirms that it is, because she was there with her daughter on every shoot.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jordan possesses a natural ability as a model, she is comfortable in front of the camera, and photogenic. She sees modeling as her calling. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>With all of the confidence in the world, confidence that she will need to succeed in the highly competitive world of modeling, Jordan said, “ I intend to take New York by storm and I want to be the next super model.” Another requirement to become successful in the business is a strong work ethic, and Jordan possesses just that. Each night, she plans and schedules all of her activities for the next day, and then thoroughly exhausted, she goes to bed.<br />
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Realizing that the average career of a model is a mere ten years, Jordan is already busy planning her career after her modeling days are over. After the day long shoots are over, she wants to go into the modeling business, perhaps in design or in management, or maybe, just maybe, she might try her hand as a gourmet pastry chef. She also wants to go to college and take a few dance classes, but not as long as it interferes with her modeling career.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Her last year has been a difficult one, trying to graduate. Being between a junior and senior model - which involves a whole different world of clothing and poses, Jordan has struggled to persevere. But she stands tall in stature and tall in her determination to succeed. Confident and secure that she will be ready to move away from the comforts of home and go to the fifth largest city in the world, Jordan warns all New Yorkers, “ I hope y’all are ready, here I come!”<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-79736274156259873792016-06-26T11:13:00.001-07:002016-06-26T11:13:46.663-07:00DR. ANELLA BROWN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Annella Brown, according to some, was well ahead of her time. From her earliest days, Annella knew that she wanted a career in medicine. The problem was that in her day, most doctors were men and very few women in the country were doctors. Obviously, there were rarely any women doctors in Georgia. Still, Annella achieved her goal and more. In her later life, her success as a physician allowed her to pursue her perpetual passion for art, jewelry and antiques, especially the rare and exquisite.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At the age of thirty, Annella was recruited by and signed by the New England Hospital where she served as Surgical Educational Director in charge of training surgical residents, a high honor considering that she had herself recently been a resident in training. In 1950, Dr. Brown was named the hospital's Surgeon-in Chief, a position which she held for a decade. During her tenure, Dr. Brown reversed the hospital's long standing policy of female leadership and the service of only women and children to a practice of serving all patients with both male and female physicians.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In an obituary written by her niece, who also contributed much of the information about Dr. Brown's life to the Laurens County Historical Society, Deborah Travers wrote "Throughout her life, Dr. Brown pursued both knowledge and beauty." Annella seemed to be enchanted with poetry, history, art, antique furniture and fine jewelry.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Poetry was an early love. Annella's poetry was published in the Modern Yearbook of Poetry and she was an author of several songs. But her prime passion was art and antique furniture, especially 18th Century French furniture and pieces from the Art Deco era. Travers stated, "She also possessed a keen eye for design, quality and the extraordinary pieces." Her extensive knowledge of art led to her invitation as a guest lecturer at Harvard University. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Auction houses loved Annella Brown. She rarely failed to frequent the sales of fine antiques and art. "By nature, she was a self made competitive woman," her niece Deborah remembered. In explaining her passion for collecting, Brown was once quoted as saying of herself, "I want what I want when I want it. I'm known for standing in the aisle with my paddle up until I get it."<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dr. Brown's captivation for having the most exquisite items for her home and collection was never more apparent than in 1977, when she arrived in a helicopter to attend the auction of the estate of the Earl of Rosebury in Mentmore, England.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Every day as Ed White goes to work, he is reminded of all of the lives given in service to our country. As he passes by the Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor, Commander White imagines what happened there on December 7, 1941. He envisions the terror of the defenseless sailors aboard their ships as the Japanese zeros came diving toward them, streaking through the smoke filled skies, and igniting the world around them. His emotions are mixed. He grieves for the lives of the lost and their families, but at the same time remains proud knowing that in his own way, he and others have taken over where they left off in the honorable service of our country.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Commander Ed White, his friends still call him "Ed," remembers first learning about Pearl Harbor in his textbooks at Moore Street School, a block or so down the street from his Mimosa Street home. His first true experience with the infamy of that fateful December Sunday morning sixty seven years ago came while he was standing on the bridge of the USS Holland as she passed by the various memorials. His desire to find out what really happened that notorious day drove White to study what happened, why it happened and the lessons he and others can learn from the attack. "Once into port, I toured just about every memorial, and each has their own story to tell. Although tragic, this event united Americans, as did the 9-11 attacks," said White as he complimented the American people for their ability to navigate through the bad times with the help of God to serve his purpose.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Every morning as he drives down the Kamehameha Highway from his McGrew Point home, he observes bus loads of tourists, who come from all over the world and stand in line for hours, just to pay homage to the crew of the USS Arizona and the more than 3000 souls who lost their lives on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As a young boy in Dublin, Ed White loved to play basketball - being taller than most of the boys in his class helped a lot. After he graduated from Dublin High School in 1977, Ed had planned a career in the grocery and dry goods business, much like his paternal grandfather of the same name. While working and going to college in Brunswick, Ed began to notice the big ships as they appeared and disappeared over the horizon near St. Simons and Jekyll Islands. He wondered to himself, "What is beyond the horizon?" He remembered visiting with his uncle Sibley White, an old navy man. "Uncle Sibley used to show me pictures of the exotic places he had visited while he was in the Navy. I can remember sitting with him on the white sandy beaches as a child and looking out over the water," White fondly remembered as he thought about those days and what the people aboard those ships were going to see after they disappeared below the sky.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Suddenly the thought of selling groceries drifted out of his head and Ed found himself enlisting in the U.S. Navy. "I started out as a Seaman Recruit, at the bottom of the totem pole in 1977, " Ed commented. Over the next dozen years, White, the youngest son of Judge William H. White and his bride, the former Melrose Coleman of Dexter, climbed the ladder in rank up to Senior Chief Petty Officer. In 1990, he was commissioned an ensign. Over the last eighteen years, White has risen in the ranks up to the position of Commander. He credits his success as an officer to his time as an enlisted man and learning how they think and how they tick. "I feel it has made me a better leader as an officer," the Commander said.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As an enlisted officer, Ed served aboard the USS Mount Whitney and the USS Edison. He lived around the country in such places as Norfolk, Austin, Nashville, Newport and Galveston. His first assignment as an officer came when he served aboard the USS Holland as the ship's Secretary, Personnel Officer and Administrative Officer. His next post was aboard the USS Theodore Roosevelt, which saw duty in the Mediterranean Sea. After a three-year stint as Operations Coordinator for the U.S. Defense Attache Office in Australia, White returned to the states as Personnel Officer at Pensacola, Florida. From July 2000 to June 2003, Ed served as the Executive Officer of the U.S. Navy Personnel Support activity for the Far East/Pacific. While serving as Administrative Department Head aboard the aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis, White was awarded the Stennis Straight Furrow Leadership Award for 2004. In March 2005, White was once again honored by being given the position of Executive Officer of the Naval base at San Diego, California, the largest of its kind in the Pacific and the Navy's second largest around the world.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Today, White serves as Staff Enlisted Personnel and Fleet Personnel Distribution Officer for the Commander, U.S. Pacific Fleet under the command of Admiral Bob Willard. Among the numerous medals ribbons which enhance his uniform are the Defense Meritorious Service Medal, two Navy Meritorious Service Medals, six Navy Commendation Medals, three Navy Achievement Awards, along with campaign medals from Southwest Asia (bronze star,) Armed Forces Medal, Humanitarian Service Medal, three Sea Service Deployment Ribbons, six Overseas Service Awards, and the Kuwait Liberation Medal.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Now, just three months shy of his scheduled retirement after thirty-one years of service, Commander White is preparing to pull into port for the last time in his naval career, giving up a sure promotion to Captain and even a possible one to Admiral. He is retiring, not because he is tired of being in the Navy. "The Navy has meant everything to me. It has helped me to mature and given me opportunities that would I have never received, especially my education," White, the holder of a Master's Degree in Human Relations from the University of Oklahoma, remarked. He will miss talking with the President, congressmen, and ambassadors. He will miss conversing with celebrities and sports stars before they perform. And he will miss visiting the exotic places he saw in his uncle's photo album. He will always remember the thrill of piloting several of the Navy's largest ships as some kid stares as them with his mouth wide open.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No, the real reason Ed White will never go to work again in his blue uniform is some things he doesn't want to miss. For thirty years, Ed's wife Kim has supported him. "I feel it's time to settle down. I am away from home for up to a year and I have constantly moved from place to place," White lamented. "Now it is time for me to support and be there for her now that the kids are out on their own." His eldest child, William Douglas White, has just graduated from Wake Forest University. His youngest, Meredith Lynn White, is a freshman at the state university in San Diego, California, the place where White hopes he can retire, perhaps as a civilian worker while maintaining his ties with the Navy. He wants to be there when his daughter graduates. He wants to be there for the birth of his grandchildren. He simply wants to be home when he wants to be home. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When he came into the Navy, Ed White never thought he would have the honor of serving at a place like Pearl Harbor with its roots deep in Naval history. Ed, like many others, joined the Navy for the travel around the world, the free education and a new life. It didn't take but a few moments after he first stepped into Boot Camp and later aboard his first ship, for Ed to realize that it was his purpose in life to serve his country.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I have many people to thank, starting with God above, for what He has provided. I 've been truly blessed, and I couldn't think of a better place to close my Naval career than here in Pearl Harbor." Commander White's retirement ceremony, scheduled for next February, will be aboard the Battleship USS Missouri, the same ship on which the Japanese surrender was signed. "Pearl Harbor will always have a special place in my heart," Commander White concluded.<br />
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Commander White sees the Navy's role as a peace keeper through a strong presence around the world. He adds that the Navy is always training to fight when called upon, not only on the seas, but in the air and on the ground in support of the Global War Against Terrorism. As a military man and an American, White believes that it is important to support our new leaders, despite what differences you may have with them. White asks everyone to "Pray that God will guide them while they hold the most important positions in the world." He adds, "I encourage all the people of Dublin and Laurens County to take the time to pray for our soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines and their families." Lastly, to all his friends and family, his mother Melrose and his brothers Herschel White (left) and Bill Fennell back home in Dublin and his sister Lavonne Ennis in Talbotton, Ed wishes "a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The new year will bring a new life and new opportunities for Ed, Kim and their family. Just for a change, Ed and Kim can then take a stroll through the neighborhood or a long drive through the country and see the wonders of this side of the horizon. As you cast your anchors aweigh and sail at the break of day, and until you reach the shore, may we all wish you a happy voyage home.<br />
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<br /></div>Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-17229490105420521152016-06-26T11:09:00.001-07:002016-06-26T11:09:27.900-07:00CAPTAIN ROBERT C. HENRY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">ROBERT C. HENRY</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Captain of the Oconee River</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Capt. Robert C. Henry, a native of North Carolina, could rightly be called the father of river boating in Laurens County. Capt. Henry served in Company A of the Third North Carolina Cavalry during the Civil War. At the age of forty, Captain Henry, for some unknown reason, left his North Carolina home for Dublin in 1878.<br />
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He brought "The Colville" and fellow captain, Samuel Skinner, along with him. With the aid of Col. John Stubbs, Capt. Henry almost singlehandedly rejuvenated river transportation along the Oconee, albeit only for a quarter of a century.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>River transportation lived and died with the rain. The wet season usually ran from mid-fall to mid-spring. The Colville, named for its builder John Colville, set out for Raoul Station in June of 1878. Its return depended on the amount of rainfall in the Oconee Basin. The owners of The Colville went to great expense in clearing the river upstream. The dangers of the river were never more apparent than on November 20, 1878. The Colville set out for Raoul Station on the Central of Georgia Railroad with a load of cotton. Three miles above Dublin the boat struck rocks which cut seven holes in her hull causing her to sink in five feet of water. The boat hands set the cotton off on the banks and worked three days to set the damaged boat afloat. Capt. Henry brought his boat back to Dublin to repair the remaining damage.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Captain Henry joined forces with Dublin lawyer and newspaper owner, Col. John M. Stubbs (left) to form the Oconee River Steamboat Company. The Company purchased a site for their wharf from Hayden Hughes for $35.00 on February 5, 1879. The one acre tract was located along the northern margin of Town Branch where it empties into the Oconee River. The company secured an ideal site within a few feet of the Dublin Ferry. Today the site is just a few hundred feet north of Riverwalk Park in Dublin. The Colville once again was grounded in the water with a cargo of 200 barrels of rosin in July of 1879. Captain Henry secured a flat boat, The Cyclone, to accompany his boat and to carry heavy loads of guano fertilizer.<br />
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Unfortunately the flat boat sunk on February 20, 1880 with twenty tons of T.H. Rowe's guano on board. Captain Henry took advantage of the lull in business and went back home to marry his sweetheart Louisa. The company was granted a charter to navigate along the Oconee River by the Georgia legislature on September 17, 1879. Other founders of the company were local merchants, William H. Tillery and William Burch. Captain Skinner remained with the company only a few years before returning to Wilmington.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>With no railroad within 25 miles, river traffic was flourishing. Henry, much to the dismay of Dubliners, was banned by federal regulations from carrying kerosene on The Colville in 1882. With Dock Anderson at the wheel, a round trip to Raoul Station still took the better part of a day. Captain Henry began work on a new steamer in April of 1883. The 100-foot gunnel boat was powered by two Crockett engines built in Macon. A new flat was constructed to hold the bulk of the freight. Henry's company put its second boat, The Laurens, on the river in August of 1883.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>R.L. Hicks, a Dublin school teacher, a partner in the firm of Hicks, Peacock, and Hicks, and rival newspaper editor, launched the William M. Wadley in August of 1883. The boat was named for the president of the Central of Georgia Railroad. The boat made only a few trips during its first six months of operation. The Wadley soon became the fastest boat on the river, easily beating the fast Cumberland in a 111-mile race from Gray's Landing to Doctortown. In March of 1884, The Wadley brought a 150-ton load of groceries, hardware, cloth, and supplies into Dublin. It was, at that time, the largest load ever brought here. In one year of service, The Wadley, after lying idle for three months, made 62 round trips covering twenty thousand miles. She carried twelve million pounds of freight without a single accident. Unlike many other boats, The Wadley only needed five dollars in repairs in her first year. The Dublin Times, edited by Mr. Hicks often made snide remarks about The Colville, calling her "that North Carolina Tub." Hicks cried foul about the Oconee River Steamboat Company's exclusive contract to haul freight to and from the Central Georgia Railroad. When The Colville sunk in shallow water on September 19, 1883, Hicks lamented her return and regretted that she failed to commit suicide. The sinking was a mystery which resulted in the loss of three to four hundred dollars to the freight and furniture on the boat. The Cyclone was tied to the Colville and soon met a similar fate.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Competition for the hauling of freight escalated. The Dublin and Wrightsville Railroad was being constructed from Wrightsville to Dublin. Capt. Henry built a 16 by 80 foot barge to haul 100 bales of cotton during low water. The railroad reached Dublin in September of 1886. The Dublin and Wrightsville Railroad, which later merged with the Wrightsville and Tennille Railroad, was owned by the Central of Georgia. The use of Raoul Station on the Central was no longer necessary. The railroad entered into an agreement with the Oconee River Steamboat Company that allowed the river boats to use the rail facilities in Dublin in exchange for agreeing to haul goods between Dublin and Mt. Vernon only. When the W&T built its railroad bridge and the county its passenger bridge, the bridges were built to turn their center spans to allow the steamers to pass through. Boat landings were established at the present site of Riverwalk Park, the railroad bridge, and a block below the railroad bridge.<br />
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<b>"The Louisa" named in honor of Mrs. R.C. (Louisa) Henry</b></div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Changes were being made in the Oconee River Steamboat Company. Captain Henry was succeeded by Jeff D. Roberson, who was followed by T.B. Hicks, George B. Pope and A.B. Jones. The Laurens sunk after a collision with a log raft at a double bend in the river on June 9, 1887. The company suffered a complete loss of $10,000.<br />
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Engineer John Graham and pilot Norman McCall were carrying 185 barrels of rosin. Norman McCall, minister of the First African Baptist Church, was known to be a giant of a man. McCall anchored a pole in the river and managed to save 150 barrels by retrieving the barrels and swimming to the surface while holding on to the pole. The company temporarily secured a new boat. But, with the sale of the Colville and her transfer to the Ocmulgee River, The Oconee River Steamboat Company went out of business, selling its wharf to Foster and McMillan, brick manufacturers, on July 15, 1887.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Captain Henry turned his interests to timber and banking in the late 1880s. In 1892, he became the founding president of Dublin's first bank, The Dublin Banking Company. Five years later he built an elegant two story building at 101 West Jackson Street in Dublin. The Henry Building became the home to the bank, when it received its state charter in 1898. Captain Henry and his wife, the former Miss Louisa Gibbs, were founding and faithful members of the Dublin Presbyterian Church. Captain Henry was chosen as a director of the Dublin Cotton Mill in 1897. Robert C. Henry died in 1900 and was buried in the old City Cemetery. <br />
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Years after his death his body was re-interred in the Burgaw Cemetery in North Carolina near his home. In 1902, the members of the Dublin Presbyterian Church voted to change the name of their church to the Henry Memorial Presbyterian Church in honor of Captain Robert Henry. For years after Captain Henry's death, Louisa Henry was a faithful and ardent supporter of the church.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-27976420899978580302016-06-26T11:07:00.002-07:002016-06-26T11:07:58.996-07:00FREDDY CRAFTON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">FREDDY TAKES A TRIP</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">A Dream Trip to a Dream World</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Freddy Crafton had already seen a little bit of the world. As a young boy, he lived through the depression in Wrightsville and Vidalia, where his father worked as a linotype operator. So it seemed that Freddy would have be destined to have newsprint in his blood and on his hands.<br />
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After he graduated from high school, Freddy joined the Army. He was still in the Army, but worked during the week as a newspaper delivery boy. When he submitted his name in a contest to win a trip to Ireland, he won. And off to Dublin he went, not Dublin, Georgia, but her sister city and namesake of Dublin, Ireland. He won the trip with along with other newspaper boys, though this newspaper boy was a grown man of thirty-one years of age.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In the early 1960s, Parade magazine and the Macon Telegraph sponsored the Young Columbus V "Anglo Gaelic Adventure," for newspaper boys to visit the British Isles. The lucky winners were flown aboard what was then called a luxurious TWA Jetstream airliner.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Though several accounts of the trip described Freddy as a young man, Freddy, son of Mary W. Crafton of 100 West Moore Street in Dublin, had served in active duty with the Army from 1949 to 1950. At the time of the trip, Freddy was a Specialist Fourth Class with the 988th Ordinance Company under the command of John D. Adams. During his spare time, Freddy loved to read historical and religious books, when he wasn't bowling. He loved photography, which he would later take up as a profession.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Freddy, who had always dreamed of going to England, told a reporter for the Macon Telegraph, "I am looking forward to visiting London. I've always wanted to see England." "When we are there," Freddy said, "I want to look up an old friend I have been writing." "I'd also like to see Buckingham Palace," Freddy concluded.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I've felt like I have been in orbit ever since I won the contest," Freddy exclaimed. He racked up 130 new subscribers to the Macon Telegraph and Macon News to win the spot reserved for subscribers outside the Macon metropolitan area.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The newsboys from around the country left Idewild Airport in New York on the evening of March 31, 1961, arriving the next morning at Shannon Airport in Ireland. The first stop on the trip was the fabled Bunratty Castle and the Lakes of Killarney before a rickety jaunt through the ten thousand acre Muckross National Park. After the day trip, the boys were treated to the hospitality of Irish colleens and Gaelic dances. Most impressive were the Irish colleens themselves, who danced and danced for hours, going from traditional Irish jigs to modern rock 'n' roll dances. Freddy's colleague Bill Parsons, of Macon, remarked, "They can dance forever. They wore us out just watching them dance."<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Freddy Crafton had a wee bit of an advantage on the other boys. Besides being more than a dozen years older than the rest of the boys, Freddy was appointed by J. Felton Pierce, Mayor of Dublin, Georgia, as the city's official ambassador in a letter of introduction to the Right Honorable Maurice E. Dockrell, Lord Mayor of Dublin, Ireland. Crafton presented Mayor Dockrell with a golden key to his native home, personalized directly to the Lord Mayor himself, and a letter of friendship, which the Mayor graciously accepted as his bright Irish green eyes smiled.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Along the way, Freddy was greeted by John R. Beitz, a member of the staff of the United States Embassy in Dublin. Mrs. Beitz began to make small talk with Freddy and asked him "Where are you from?" Freddy proudly proclaimed, "I am from Dublin, Georgia!" Much to his dismay, Mrs. Beitz equally pronounced, "So am I!" They stood there in a long moment of absolute amazement. You see, Mrs. Beitz, before her marriage was Ernestine Graub, daughter of Mrs. Dena Campbell Graub and granddaughter of Mrs. E.C. Campbell, a long time school teacher in Dublin.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After meeting with the U.S. Ambassador to Ireland, the boys played a friendly game of baseball with a group of young Irishmen, who introduced Freddy and his group to the game of hurley, the Irish forerunner of hockey.<br />
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The boys were treated to a visit to Leprechaun Forest near Dublin. Impressing Freddy and his buddies the most was the curious and most fascinating growth of shrubbery, said to be the true home of real life leprechauns. After that, the boys kissed the Blarney Stone at the Blarney Castle in hopes of receiving the legendary gift of a golden tongue.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Freddy had always heard about Irish stew. He got a chance to swallow some of the real stuff, which lived up to its advanced billing, though he cared not too much for the Irish coffee, commenting that he could never get use to that strong stuff. Moreover, he was confounded to find that the Irish heat their cream to warm their cool coffee instead of cooling off their hot coffee with cool cream.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The last day of the ten-day trip began with free time in the streets and shops of London on a Sunday morning. The boys stopped off to visit the royal ones in Windsor Castle on their way to the London Airport for a banquet, complete with awards and the finest in English cuisine.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Freddy and the boys had a good time in the Old Country. They didn't get into any mischief, at least none that their chaperones knew about. Just to prove it to Mrs. Crafton and his sponsors at the Telegraph how good Freddy was, his escort wrote, "Freddy conducted himself like gentlemen (which he actually was at the age of thirty-one) throughout the trip. He was very cooperative and enthusiastic with his counselors and escorts." Maybe that's because he had been a member of the U.S. Army for the last ten years or so. <br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-65088459622401438392016-06-26T11:06:00.002-07:002016-06-26T11:06:58.030-07:00CAPT. HENRY WILL JONES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The fateful day of December 7, 1941 came. America was at war. Jones left his teaching position to enter the United States Marine Corps. Jones reported to the Marine base at Quantico, Virginia, where he graduated as a second lieutenant on August 25, 1942. From Quantico, Henry Will was sent to New River, North Carolina, where he completed his training as a paratrooper in October 1942.<br />
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Before he was transferred to San Diego, California, Jones spent a few days with his family and friends back in Georgia. In December 1942, Henry Will was shipped from the west coast to the killing area of the South Pacific. Holding the rank of first lieutenant, Jones was attached to the first Paratroop Division of the First Amphibious Division. Lt. Jones was stationed at New Caledonia until September 1943. He landed on Guadalcanal in September and from there went to Bougainville.<br />
While in this zone, he saw service and suffered a slight wound. Henry Will remained in Bougainville until January 12, 1944, when his paratrooper detachment was sent home to be organized into the 5th Marine Division. As the war progressed, paratroopers were no longer needed. Jones and his buddies were retrained to be regular infantry fighting Marines.<br />
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Captain Henry Will Jones returned to the West Coast and was assigned the Fifth Marine Division, which was stationed at Camp Pendleton, near San Diego, California. The captain was given the chance to remain in the country for an indefinite time to participate in training of recruits. Since he wasn't married and had no children, Henry Will decided to go into combat and let someone with a wife and kids stay in San Diego and train new Marines.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>WHEREAS, Captain Henry Will Jones of Lanier County was killed in action on October 18, 1944, while serving as a commanding officer of a United States Marine Corps company in the South Pacific during World War II; and he was awarded posthumously the Silver Star Medal by the Secretary of the Navy in recognition of his exemplary valor; and<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>WHEREAS, he had graduated from the University of Georgia and was an instructor in the Laurens County school system when he enlisted in the military following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor; and he completed officers candidate school, paratrooper training, and advanced military training with the Marine Corps and was recognized as a distinguished officer with considerable potential; and<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>WHEREAS, he enjoyed nature and had a strong attachment to the region in which he had spent his youth exploring the rivers, forests, and wildlife; and he often expressed his dream of returning to the Alapaha River in his letters home to his family; and<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>NOW, THEREFORE, BE IT RESOLVED BY THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY OF GEORGIA that the bridge on Georgia Highway 37 that crosses that portion of the Alapaha River in Lanier County be designated the Captain Henry Will Jones Bridge.<br />
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A Henry Will Jones chapter of the Future Teachers of America was established at Dexter High School.<br />
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student system. Though this would be the only time in his career that Alfriend served as a superintendent of a public school system, he was regarded by his peers as one of the foremost educators in the state. Morever, many considered him to be one of the finest educators in the Southeast.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Kyle Terry Alfriend, Sr. was born on October 17, 1874 in Hancock County, Georgia. A son of Benjamin Abram and Mary Alfriend, Kyle was a member of the first graduating class of Sparta High School. He attended George Peabody College in Nashville, Tennessee, where he obtained his formal training as a teacher. For eleven years, Alfriend taught Latin and history at Georgia Military College in Milledgeville.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Beginning in the fall of 1908 and for four years, Alfriend took over the principalship of Lanier and Gresham High Schools, Macon main boy's and girl's secondary schools respectively. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He returned to Milledgeville, not at Georgia Military College, but down the street at Georgia Normal and Industrial College. As chairman of the Department of History and Sociology and active in the civic affairs of the old Capital City, Professor Alfriend became a well-known leader in the college and in Baldwin County as well. The voters elected Alfriend in 1919 to represent them for a two-year term in the Georgia Legislature. Naturally, he was named to chair the House Committee on<br />
Education. Representative Alfriend led the fight for a compulsory tax to support local public schools and the Barrett-Rogers Act consolidating smaller schools to increase the amount of funds available directly for education.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1920, Kyle Alfriend took a new job and moved across the downtown area back to Georgia Military College, this time as President of the institution. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Two years later, President Alfriend took office as President of the Georgia Educational Association. During his term, the organization's membership tripled its number of members. In addressing the delegates at the convention in Columbus, Alfriend stated his belief that, "Our main purpose is to better the conditions in rural schools. Not only do we want to better school houses," he said, "But, we want a better environment, better equipped teachers, all of which means that we will need more money," Alfriend concluded.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Alfriend specifically addressed the members of the Parent Teacher Association in attendance pointing out the critical need to co-ordinate the three essential elements of education; home, church and school. <br />
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Alfriend's words still ring true today. "It is extremely difficult for teachers to<br />
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sympathy of the parents," he said as he appealed to all of the mothers in the state to<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In the years following the adoption of the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution allowing women to vote, President Alfriend urged the women present to register to vote so as to empower them in making decisions in the operation of schools in the state, thereby insuring the happiness of their children.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>To make a point about the necessity of more investment into the public school systems, Alfriend pointed out that usually a community's crown jewels were its courthouse and jail. He urged the community leaders in attendance to shift their efforts to building bigger and better schools and to show them off as a symbol of their town's commitment to quality education. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Later that year, Alfriend conducted an unsuccessful campaign for the office of State School Superintendent. After losing the election to M.A. Brittain, Alfred returned to the classroom as Professor of History at Bessie Tift College in Forsyth, but continued to serve as Secretary of the Georgia Education Association. While at Bessie Tift, Alfriend served as Dean. He also taught education and psychology.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In his family life, Professor Alfriend married Katherine (Katie) Elizabeth Cone, daughter of his Georgia Military College supervisor, Professor Oscar Malcolm Cone, on December 22, 1904 in her native home of Milledgeville. They had five children: Kyle Terry, Jr., Malcolm Cone, Mary Watts, Rebecca Hunt and Katherine Carr.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-27047605886122118872016-06-26T11:04:00.001-07:002016-06-26T11:04:36.570-07:00THE REV. JAMES DICKEY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>BISHOP JAMES E. DICKEY</b><br />
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Have you ever see a man with true faith? If you knew James E. Dickey, you would have known a man whose faith was implanted his in soul by his father, nurtured by his mother and blossomed on the campus of Emory College in Atlanta. Frederick Faber never knew James Dickey. But when he wrote the classic hymn Faith of Our Fathers, he would have told you that Dickey’s faith was true and lived still until his final breath.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>From the moment of his birth in a modest house in Jeffersonville, Georgia on May 11, 1864, James E. Dickey was prepared and groomed to preach the Gospel. His father, the Reverend James Madison Dickey, was an itinerant Methodist Minister of the North Georgia Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. Though he spent most of life in North Georgia, Rev. Dickey did serve churches in Dublin in 1852 and in Jeffersonville in 1864, the last dark year of the Civil War.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>James attended schools in Atlanta, Gainesville, Elberton and Calhoun as his father annually moved around serving new churches. His summers were usually spent on the Richmond County farm of family of his mother, the former Miss Ann Elizabeth Thomas. When Rev. Dickey’s health failed, the family moved to the solace of the farm. James left school and worked on the farm.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dickey’s life changed forever in 1878, when the elder Dickey died. James took his father’s lifeless hand and asked his grandmother Thomas if his father was dead. When she responded in the affirmative, James knelt down and asked God, whom he considered to be his only father, to grant him the ability and the resources to achieve his goal of attaining an education and making the most of his life.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For nine years, James Dickey worked as a store clerk and bookkeeper. He never lost sight of his goal. He studied at night and when he could took some courses in hopes of qualifying for entrance into a college. His logical choice was Emory College in Atlanta. So, on the opening day of classes in the 1887, James Dickey stepped through the doors of college. At the age of twenty three and older than those who had just graduated, James Dickey was determined to graduate. And that he did. In the spring of 1891, the man who never graduated from high school, walked across the stage as the salutatorian of his class.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>So impressed were the president and faculty of Emory College with Dickey’s intellectual ability, they asked him to remain at the college as a professor. Dickey readily accepted and with a secure position in hand, took the hand of Miss Jessie Munroe in marriage as classes were about to begin.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As Professor of Mental and Moral Science, James Dickey taught Christianity, economics and history until he felt the calling to follow in the footsteps of his father. After being licensed to preach, Rev. James Dickey was assigned to Grace Methodist Church in Atlanta, where he served from 1899 to 1902.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Although Rev. Dickey only served a church for three years, his destiny to serve the Methodist Church was permanently determined when he was named President of Emory College. As the head of his alma mater, Dickey faced the daunting task of turning the falter college , which despite its support by the Methodist Church, had woefully fallen on hard times. Dickey would not accept the status quo. He designed and built new and modern facilities. More and more students enrolled. More and more money began to flow into the school’s endowment fund. President Dickey saw the need to improve the law school at Emory, currently ranked as the twenty-second best in the nation. He did so. And, he thought that a Methodist supported college should have a School of Theology, so he created one in 1914. Named in honor of Rev. Warren Akin Candler, Chancellor of the College and Bishop of the Methodist Church, the Candler School of Theology was created in 1914 and is today one of thirteen seminaries of the world wide church. At the time, the school was the only Methodist seminary east of the Mississippi River.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dickey was known across the state as an effective fund raiser. In the spring of 1909 Dickey preached a sermon at the Methodist Church in Dublin. He left the pulpit with $2500.00 in cash and pledges to further the growth of Emory.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>During his tenure at Emory, Rev. Dickey tried to resign twice to further his career. In 1910, he yearned to leave the college to become the Secretary of the Board of Education of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. The college’s trustee refused to accept his resignation and convinced him to remain at Emory. Five years later, Dickey tendered his resignation once again citing the fact that he could never be promoted as long as Bishop Candler was Chancellor of the College. This time the trustees accepted his offer, but requested that he remain as a trustee of newly chartered Emory University in its new campus in Dekalb County. Rev. Dickey was further honored by the bestowing upon him of an honorary Doctor of Laws Degree.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After leaving Emory, Rev. Dickey returned to preach, first at the First Methodist Church in Atlanta from 1915 to 1920 and at North Georgia College until 1921.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As early as 1906, the Methodist hierarchy saw special qualities in James Dickey. His name was often mentioned as a possible bishop at the General Conferences which he attended in 1910, 1914 and 1918. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At the General Conference in 1922 in Hot Springs, Arkansas, the delegates elected Dickey to serve as a Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. He was assigned to a district which encompassed Texas and New Mexico. After four years in the Southwest, Dickey was transferred to Louisville, Kentucky, where he supervised Methodist churches in Illinois, Kentucky and West Virginia.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-41599469518300852232016-06-26T11:03:00.001-07:002016-06-26T11:03:42.957-07:00LAURENS COUNTIANS APPEARING BEFORE THE SUPREME COURT <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> On September 24, 1789, the Congress of the United States adopted the Judiciary Act. In doing so, Congress created the Supreme Court of the United States, placing upon the court the power to hear cases involving Federal laws and to interpret them. Many will argue that the court has become a Super legislature in of its self. Its decisions are often controversial and many are decided by a margin of a mere one vote. Many more seem to be based on personal ideologies of the justices themselves and not upon established common laws and statutes. A relative few lawyers in our country ever have the opportunity to argue their client's case before the panel of nine justices in the most hallowed, revered and chastised courtroom in America. This is the story of four Laurens Countians, all of whom at one time maintained homes in the Calhoun Street neighborhood.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The first Laurens Countian to appear before the bench of the Supreme Court was the venerable, and somewhat controversial, Thomas B. Felder, Jr. Felder, a former mayor of Dublin, gained a reputation as an outstanding trial lawyer in Atlanta. In the early 1920s, Felder was one of the legal advisers to President Warren Harding. Consequently, Felder became entangled in legal troubles of his own and died under mysterious circumstances, as did many other members of Harding's inner circle.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1906, Felder represented Armour Packing Company against the State of North Carolina, which had imposed a tax of $100.00 per county for the maintenance of a meat packing plant. Felder argued before the justices that the tax constituted an interference with interstate commerce and that it was also violative of the 14th amendment. Although the stipulated facts defined what a meat packing plant was and that the activities of Armour did not constitute a meat packing plant, but merely a cold storage facility, the Supreme Court in a 5-4 decision ruled in favor of the State of North Carolina. Felder's client lost another case to the other Carolina state in 1909 when the court sided with South Carolina's right to regulate and prohibit the sale of alcohol within her borders in the case of Murray v. Wilson Distribution.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Despite his success as an attorney, Felder lost in his third and final appearance before the court in the case of Crichton v. Wingfield, which involved a suit between an aunt and niece over ownership of promissory notes. The case primarily dealt with which court, Mississippi or New York, had jurisdiction over the assets of the dear departed Mr. and Mrs. E.H. Lombard.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Thomas Hardwick, a former congressman, senator and governor of Georgia, lived in Dublin in the mid 1920s. During that time he practiced law and published the Dublin Courier Herald. Hardwick's first appearance in the Supreme Court came in 1914, when he represented the widow and four minor children of one Mr. Dicks of Augusta. It seemed that Dicks petitioned the Federal court for a declaration that he was bankrupt. Sadly, Dicks died three weeks later. His family attempted to have<br />
some of his estate set aside to them for their support, a right unique to Georgia spouses and minor children. The bankruptcy trustee Hull disagreed and argued that Dicks's estate solely belonged to his creditors. The Supreme Court unanimously agrees with Hardwick and allowed the grieving family to have enough money and property to at least help them get back on their feet. In 1918, Hardwick's client, the Georgia Public Service Corporation, a forerunner of the Georgia Power Company, was successful in its argument that the company was entitled to raise utility rates with the authority of the Railroad Commission, despite the fact that it had agree to a fixed five-year rate with the Union Dry Goods Company.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hardwick became the only Laurens Countian to appear before the court as a resident of Dublin in 1926. Hardwick, representing Fenner, a cotton futures dealer, was unsuccessful in his argument that state laws restricting the sale of commodities were violative of the Interstate Commerce clause of the Constitution. Hardwick, a resident of Augusta in 1934, won the case of Gay v. Ruff in which the railroad prevailed over the father who lost his son in an railroad accident.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Eugene Cook, a native of Wrightsville and a short time resident of Dublin while he served as Solicitor, was elected to serve as the Attorney General of Georgia in 1945. As Attorney General, Cook's first case involving the Supreme Court came in 1946. The case was one of the primary attempts to set aside Georgia's county unit system of voting in state wide elections. The process allowed larger counties six votes to the top vote getters, while most of the smaller counties were allotted two votes. Some Fulton County voters objected, primarily on racial grounds, asserting that their votes were diminished by the allocation of votes. The Supreme Court disagreed and affirmed the process, though it would not be long before the process would be overturned by a more civil rights minded court.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In 1955, Cook and the State of Georgia in Reece v. Georgia were unable to persuade the justices of the court that the state's system of requiring a criminal defendant to challenge the composition of the grand jury before his indictment was valid.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>M.H. "Hardeman" Blackshear, Jr., an Assistant Attorney General under his former neighbor Eugene Cook, made his first appearance before the Court in 1950 in the case of South v. Peters another suit involving the county unit system and which was also upheld by the court. Blackshear represented the State of Georgia against the Georgia Railroad and Banking Company in 1952. The bank claimed it was exempt from taxation under its state granted charter.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Blackshear, who authored many briefs during his tenure with the Attorney General's office, made his final appearance before the Supreme Court in 1953 in the case of Avery v. Georgia. Avery was convicted of rape and sentenced to death. Avery's attorneys successfully argued that Avery was denied the right to a fair trial under the Constitution. The court based its decision on the jury selection process where the names of white voters were written on white paper and black voters were<br />
written on yellow paper. Despite the fact that the State claimed that blacks were included in the jury pool, the presiding judge drew sixty potential white jurors and not a single black juror.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-9544553987451373212016-06-26T11:01:00.001-07:002016-07-25T12:19:00.018-07:00REMEMBERING CLEM MOYE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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That appeal is engraved on the grave of Private First Class Clem Moye. Part of Clem’s story lives on through his letters to and from his mother in his last year on the Earth. And, thanks to the Rev. Greg Lowery for providing the letters and information about his great uncle, we now have a keen insight into war and just how horrible it can be.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ever since there was a postal service, soldiers have written letters home to their mothers, fathers, family members and their best girls. Clem Moye and his mother were no exception to this practice. For the first six months of 1944, Clem and his mother corresponded nearly half way around the world as often as they could. Those letters have survived, along with a few from and to other members of Clem’s family.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Clem Moye was born on November 13, 1911, one of seven children of Lucian and Alice Gay Moye. Clem grew up on the family farm east of Rentz near Cedar Grove, the ancestral home of his mother’s family in the Burch District of southern Laurens County. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Moyes lived on a dirt road in the Pine Barrens - Wiregrass region of the county, a full day’s wagon trip from Dublin. Clem knew little of the war in Europe as did many of the farming people of the day. Clem was able to obtain only an eighth grade education like many of the young boys on Laurens County farms during the 1920s and 30s. Once Clem left school in the mid 1920s, he worked full time on his family farm. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When the call came from Uncle Sam to serve his country, Clem answered it. Clem traveled up southeast of Atlanta to Fort McPherson, where he enlisted on June 22, 1942. At five-feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 131 pounds, Clem was somewhat small and at somewhat old at the age of nearly 31 to be accepted into the service.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Beginning in the latter part of 1943, Clem and his mother Alice began to correspond. Alice saved many of her letters from Clem. Only some of Alice’s letters to Clem have survived. The oldest surviving letter was written by Clem some eleven months after he enlisted in the Army. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I want you to remember not to worry about me for I am getting along fine and I think I will continue to,” Clem wrote. Alice worried anyway, as all mothers do. Clem was a mechanic and had little doubt that he wouldn’t return home safe. Clem’s biggest worry was not if he was coming home, but when. Although he hadn’t been in the service a full year, he began to bug his major about his getting out of the service. He was told he would be in the army until 1949 when he turned 38.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>By New Year’s Day 1944, Clem was stationed on the West Coast - exactly where he did not know. He liked it, especially the better chow he was getting. Some four weeks later, Clem surprised the family from his new home with the 287th Ordinance Company in New Guinea, just across the Arafura and Coral seas north of Australia. Clem liked his new home and was happy that he didn’t get seasickness like many of his buddies did. It did take a while for Clem to adjust to the boiling hot January of the Southern Hemisphere. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Most of the time Clem and his mother talked about the farm, family and friends. The 1944 crop was a good one and his cows were doing fine. Clem’s life overseas appeared to be somewhat lacking in exciting news, although he was probably hiding the harry moments from his mother.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Whenever the paymaster issued Clem a check, he placed it in an envelope and mailed back to his mother to deposit it in his bank account. When the checks didn’t come on time, Clem never hesitated to apologize for the delay. Alice never minded the late checks, she was glad to get a generous check for a Christmas or birthday gift. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Fix it where you and mama could draw it out in case something was to happen to me. Of course, I haven’t got the least idea that I won’t be coming back home after the war,” Clem wrote in a letter to his father in February 1944.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I get all I want for four cents a pack. I think that’s cheap enough for anybody, don’t you? Money is no good over here. I only spent 83 cents last month. There is nothing to buy here,” Clem wrote as he asked his mother to stop sending him packs of cigarettes.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Ma Ma, I can’t say just how everything is over here. But, I want you to remember that I’m all o.k. and don’t you worry about me,” as Clem tried to console his mother about his safety. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As Clem and Alice talked about his friends in the service, Clem yearned to see a familiar face, “anybody,” from home. Alice, too could not wait to see her son again and very soon.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>While most of the letters were conversations about what was happening to family friends, Clem did comment on the killing of Cadwell Police Chief John Faircloth and the re-election of his cousin, Sheriff Carlus Gay. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>On April Fool’s Day, Clem wrote, “I guess you see my address has changed, but we are still in New Guinea. I think the Japs are really catching hell over here now. Maybe the war will soon be over. I hope so anyway.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As the spring came, the pace of Clem’s letters began to rise. It is easy to tell that Clem was ready to come home to his Mama and Daddy and the rest of the family and go to the sings at Oak Dale Church.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Clem confessed to Alice that he was beginning to worry about himself, “I get to studying about some things and can’t help it,” as he moved north of the Equator, closer to Japan. And, Clem was still feeling fine when he wrote on May 25, 1944.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Two days later, the 41st Division of the U.S. Army landed on Biak Island off the northwest coast of New Guinea. The Japanese instituted a new policy of allowing the Americans to land unimpeded to lure them into a killing zone. On the following Sunday night after church, Alice sat down and wrote a letter to Clem hoping to see him soon. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At the very moment, the American and Allied armies were landing on Normandy Beach, Clem was driving a truck, laughing and talking with his friends. An artillery shell struck the truck and killed him instantly,<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They laid his body to rest under a white cross in a makeshift military cemetery overlooking the sea. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Alice, unaware of her son’s death, kept on writing. On June 25, Alice answered Clem’s last letter by hoping that he would come home in 1945.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I was sitting in the back hall on Friday night and watched the moon go down and thought of you so much until I couldn’t hardly stand it. I could almost see you,” Alice remembered. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>On July 2nd Alice wrote, “Clem, I am thinking of you and to see if I can hear from you. It has been nearly two weeks since I have heard from you.” As she closed her letter, she promised to write more when his next letter came.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Three days later, the Western Union Telegram came addressed to E.L.Moye, Rt. 1 Rentz, Georgia. “The Secretary of War desires me to his deep regret that your son, Private Clem Moye, was killed in action on Seven June on Biak Island - letter follows.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In an soul numbing instant, Alice Moye collapsed into disbelieving grief. Alice’s request to get a picture of Clem’s grave was denied by the Army. Clem’s parents were able to have his body removed to the Moye-Gay Cemetery not far from his family home.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Alice never got over losing her precious Clem. She died a week before Christmas in 1948 and is buried in the Moye-Gay Cemetery beside her sons, Clem, Albert Clay and Menzo and her husband, Lucian (E.L.) Moye, who died in 1955.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>So, if you ever drive along Moye Road and cross the creek, remember Clem Moye for as he once was, soon you will be.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-44066388353057876102016-06-26T10:57:00.002-07:002016-07-25T12:19:51.493-07:00CHARLIE BRADSHAW <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">CHARLIE BRADSHAW</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">From Gridiron to Boardroom</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Old time Dublin High football fans will tell you that he was the greatest player ever to wear the green and white. With the possible exception of Tennyson Coleman, he is certainly the best Dublin player ever to play on the old Battle Field. But Charlie Bradshaw's success as a football player, first in Lake City, Florida, Dublin and later at Wofford College, was eclipsed by his success as a businessman and entrepreneur. Today, Charles J. Bradshaw, a former Dublin High quarterback, stands as a legend in the business community of South Carolina. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Charlie Bradshaw, the fifth of six children of James W. and Florence Sanders Bradshaw, was born in Lake City, Florida on July 15, 1936. Bradshaw grew up in the sleepy community of Lake City, where he played football for Columbia High School. Bradshaw tells the story of how he was too young to work in the local tobacco warehouses. With the help of his mother, Charlie sold snow cones to workers at a profit superior to that of his hard-sweatin' brothers.<br />
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When Charlie was a junior in high school, the Bradshaws made the 162-mile trip up U.S. Highway 441 to their new home in Dublin, where the elder Bradshaw worked at the V.A. Hospital. In his first year at Dublin High, Charlie was instantly popular with his classmates, who elected him as Class Secretary and Representative on the Homecoming Court. Charlie was a five-sport star in football, basketball, golf, tennis and track. There were no other sports for him to star in. In his senior season in 1953, Charlie was named the All Region quarterback and Mr. Dublin High School. But Charlie wasn't just a jock. He was a member of the Beta Club and the Spanish Club.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-33365572693674734432016-06-26T10:45:00.002-07:002016-07-25T12:20:13.973-07:00JOE HARNELL <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE SUMMER OF ‘38</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joey never forgot the summer of 1938. How could he? For several weeks, Joey left his home in a crowded brownstone neighborhood in the East Bronx of New York and went south to spend some time with what he called his “adventurous uncles.” For the next 65 plus years, those magical days of that summer long, long ago still resonated in his mind. Perhaps they were a prelude to what became a legendary musical career.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joey Hittelman was born on August 2, 1924 in New York. His father Philip was a baker and a son of a baker. Joey began his musical career at the insistence of his father Philip, a former vaudeville fiddler- accordionist, who insisted that Joey practice on the piano at least twenty minutes each day. At first, Joey hated the piano, but soon he became enthralled with playing all 88 of its black and white keys.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In his 2001 autobiography, “Counterpoint. The Journey of a Music Man,” Joey wrote of the fond memories of that magical summer when he was thirteen years old: <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I spent that summer with my adventurous uncles in their huge, wood frame house with a wide veranda that accommodated several rocking chairs. I remember going to the bathroom at night in my bare feet and stepping on a cockroach the size of a mouse. It crunched and I still recall the feeling of revulsion. I’m very squeamish for a big masculine-looking fellow.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“My uncles sent me out in one of their three rolling stores. They were trucks with shelves on either side holding different commodities that farmers needed. We traded with them - sewing equipment for a small ham, a frying pan for a bag of okra. I remember its kind-a-slim look and the smell of it cooking. I still love okra.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“The other enterprises were two fish markets - little hall squares , they were clean as a whistle and quiet as can be.” The ----- courthouse clock which got my attention every time. The big hand jumped to the next minute and made a loud clunk that echoed around the square. Three to four thousand people lived there and everybody knew everybody. There was a diner that sold wonderful barbecued pork sandwiches. They dipped the whole bun so that it was oozing gravy. I have never eaten anything like it before or since. I enjoyed the strawberry and orange Nehi sodas delivered from the drug store.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“It was like play land to be around my uncles. They did not know how to fly an airplane, but they bought one a little Piper cub. Eddie, the oldest, learned how to fly - probably not legally - but well enough to take an airplane off from a field with trees on the end of it. He would take farmers up. Sometimes he would take me. That was my first exposure to flying.” said Joey, who would later obtain his pilot’s license and log more than six thousand hours in the air.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Eddie, Bernie and Murray (the Carnot brothers) were my idols since identification with my father as a hero just didn’t exist. I still cling to people I respect and they become an influence in my life,” Joey concluded.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>By now, you may have guessed that the town Joey was speaking about where his uncles lived was Dublin, Georgia. In 1938, they lived on West Drive and in 1940 at 407 North Drive at the northeast end of Stubbs Park, with their Russian-born mother, Esther Carnot. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“My mother’s mother, Esther Carnot, was a tiny woman with a heavy Yiddish accent and no sense of humor,” Joey recalled.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Carnot Brothers sold fish, seafood, eggs and any kind of meat from their market on South Lawrence Street. The brothers also sold stove and oak wood and just about anything anyone wanted to buy. By the end of 1940, the Carnots moved away leaving Uncle Eddie behind to collect their accounts receivable from his hotel room in the New Dublin Hotel.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joey returned to his home in the Bronx and began playing in school orchestras and ensembles for parties and religious celebrations. After attending the University of Miami on a musical scholarship, Joey joined the Army Air Force, hoping to take up the great bandleader Glenn Miller’s offer to join his band. That great honor to a young man of 18 was too hard to pass up. But fate quelled his chance to join Miller’s band when he was still in basic training when Miller’s band was reassigned to another post.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After his days in the service were over, Joey studied music under musical geniuses Aaron Copland and Leonard Bernstein. As the 20th Century came to a midpoint, Joey played gigs with such legendary artists as Judy Garland, Pearl Bailey, Robert Goulet, Maurice Chevalier, Frank Sinatra and Marlene Dietrich. A new phase of Harnell’s career came when he served as the pianist of the Dinah Shore Chevy Show in the late 1950s and early 1960s.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joey’s big break came in 1958, when he became the full-time pianist and arranger for the incomparable Peggy Lee. In 1962, it appeared that his career might be over in an instant. A vehicular accident left Joe out of work.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At his point, let me tell you that Joey Hittelman is better known by his stage name of Joe Harnell. If you are a fan of jazz and pop instrumental music from the 1960s you will know his name.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joe’s second big break came in 1963 when he recorded “In Other Words” for Kapp Records. Harnell was asked to arrange the song in bossa nova style. The record went to No. 14 on the Billboard Pop chart and No. 3 on the Adult Contemporary chart. In the winter of 1963, the song, better known as “Fly Me To The Moon,” was No. 6 on the New York City charts. That year, Harnell’s unique arrangement led to the song capturing the Grammy Award for the Best Pop Instrumental Performance. Harnell’s first album, went to No. 3 on the Billboard Album chart. Over the next four decades, Harnell released nearly 20 albums of easy listening and jazz music.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After a brief career as a jingle writer, Joe accepted the position of musical director for the Mike Douglas show from 1967 to 1973, when he moved to Hollywood to start yet another career as a composer and arranger of music for television shows and movies.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Harnell’s most well known compositions were themes from science fiction shows, “The Bionic Woman,” “Alien Nation,” “V” and most notably, “The Incredible Hulk.” It was his “Lonely Man Theme” from “The Incredible Hulk,” which expressed the anguish which the character David<br />
Banner felt as he struggled with his metamorphism into a monster in each episode. Joe also composed music for drama shows, including “Santa Barbara,” “Cagney and Lacey,” and “In The Heat of The Night.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Joe, the self proclaimed “Music Man,” died in Sherman Oaks, California on July 14, 2005. At the age of 80, Joe never forgot the grand and magical times he had in Dublin, Georgia in the summer of 1938.<br />
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Scott B. Thompson, Sr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269488889632912020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281386888254263386.post-620433764960259622016-06-26T10:44:00.001-07:002016-06-26T10:44:22.922-07:00FRANK G. CORKER <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Frank Corker was building his dream up into the sky, straight up to the sun. That dream eventually evaporated into a nightmare. For five score and two years, her frame has endured. Through a pair of successor banks and a legion of professionals and businessmen, the seven-story stone tower has stood as a sturdy sentinel against incessant apathy and the eroding winds of time which have blown and blown in a futile attempt to bring her to the ground. Now is the time that the long dormant, towering hive of gnawing rodents, perching pigeons and creepy crawlers of the night will awaken and Frank Corker’s dream will once again, and hopefully forever more, come true.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank Gratton Corker was born in 1869 in Burke County, Georgia. His father, Stephen A. Corker, was five years removed from leading his company up the slopes of Gettysburg’s Cemetery Ridge in an initially successful, but quickly fatal, breaking of the Union lines late on the evening of July 2, 1863 - a success which led to Gen. Robert E. Lee’s belief that a full out strike on the Union center led by Gen. George Pickett would be successful the next day.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker, as the son of a wealthy plantation owner, attorney, state representative and congressman, enjoyed the rudiments of a fine education. Growing up with his two brothers, Stephen, Jr. and Palmer, gave Frank a great advantage in his studies. Following in his father’s footsteps of practicing law and serving others, Corker was a champion debater in the University of Georgia’s Few Society and a prominent member of Alpha Tau Omega. Corker later helped to establish a chapter of that latter fraternity at Georgia Tech. Frank graduated from the law school at Emory College. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank Corker married Alice Lillian Cole of Savannah in 1890 and moved to Dublin. Corker joined his brother Stephen, who was described in an 1888 Augusta Chronicle article as “an enterprising merchant of Dublin.” <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker chose to live in and practice law in Dublin because it was on the cusp of an economic boom, where lawyers would be needed and fortunes could be made. And, best of all, it was not too far from his favorite resort, Savannah’s Tybee Island.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Within three years, Corker became so popular that he was elected on the Citizens ticket as Mayor of Dublin in 1893, defeating the equally popular Lucien Q. Stubbs, a local military leader and newspaper editor who was elected many more times in the future. The Citizens party was determined to stem the ever rising tide of crime and immorality in the burgeoning city.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One of Corker’s most lasting contributions to the Emerald City of Dublin was as the president of the Dublin Free Public Library. In 1904, Corker, on behalf of the board, accepted mega philanthropist Andrew Carnegie’s $10,000.00 donation to build a public library in Dublin, one without a charge to its patrons.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker’s public interests were strongly rooted in education. As a member of the Dublin City Board of Education for more than a decade, Corker, who served many terms as the board’s president, worked with the library in its early years and oversaw the construction of the High School (now City Hall) and the Johnson Street and Saxon Heights elementary schools.<br />
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<b>Original First National Bank of Dublin, ca. 1902</b></div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In the year 1902, Frank Corker founded and opened the First National Bank of Dublin, the city’s third bank. The first order of business was the construction of a building made of stone and brick and terra cotta and located at the intersection of West Jackson and North Lawrence Streets. The bank opened on August 18, 1902 with three thousand dollars being deposited on the first day. It shall be noted that Frank Corker’s brother, Palmer, was the founder and first president of the First National Bank of Waynesboro.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Within a decade the bank had outgrown its quarters. The directors decided to erect a seven-story bank building on the southwest corner of South Jefferson and West Madison Streets, on the site of the post office. A. Ten Eyck Brown, prominent Atlanta architect and designer of the Fulton County Courthouse and the Atlanta Post Office, was chosen to design the new building. The towering structure, seven stories tall and made of nearly fireproof materials, dominated the skyline of Dublin. The architect designed the building’s foundation sufficient enough to support an additional three floors. Sixty offices for business and professional men were constructed above the bank's offices. Nearly from its beginning, the First National was Dublin's leading bank.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker’s elegant, Ionic columned, neo classical home at 712 Bellevue, now owned by Griffin Lovett, is considered the crown jewel of Bellevue Avenue. Corker occupied the three-story home from about 1903 until his removal to Atlanta.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A founding member of the Dublin Board of Trade in 1902, Corker was also a founding member of the Chamber of Commerce in 1911. His business expertise and economic power and influence led to his appointments as a director of the Dublin Cotton Mill and the Wrightsville and Tennille Railroad - the latter position which allowed him free passage on his trips to his favorite destination on Tybee Island.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>In August 1903, Corker built Dublin’s first permanent post office on the southwest corner of S. Jefferson Street and W. Madison Street. The salmon and steel gray brick structure complete with lots of light to satisfy the postal workers inside. Before the move, the post office was situated inside the Corker Building, a two-story office/department store building at 111 W. Jackson Street, which was built by Corker in 1899. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank Corker was, among many things, a car afficionado. Corker was among the first men in Dublin to own his own automobile, a White gasoline car. In 1911, Corker promoted car tours across the state by the state’s wealthiest and most influential men.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker’s final and enduring gift to the city was the construction of the mausoleum at Northview Cemetery. Construction began in 1915 on one of the South’s first public mausoleum’s and the first public mausoleum in the state. Little did Corker know that when he began the project, that his dear mother, Margaret Myrtis Palmer, who died on May 13, 1916, would become the first person to be interred in the sandy stone structure, which was built in the same style and with many of the same materials as the First National Bank building.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Corker and his family moved about 1920 to Atlanta, where he could manage his commercial interests in that city. The financial magnate owned many commercial properties in the capital city including the Cecil Hotel. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A Methodist by birth who later attended Druid Hills Baptist Church during his latter years in Atlanta, a Mason and a Shriner, Corker enjoyed many outings at the Druid Hills Country Club near his home. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One winters’ day, Corker, a successful real estate dealer, both in Dublin and Atlanta, came home from his office in the Hurt Building in Atlanta. Not feeling well, he took leave of his supper and retired to bed early. He was found dead in his bedroom of his home at 1347 Fairview Road the following morning of Christmas Eve 1931. Frank Corker was buried in Westview Cemetery, leaving behind his widow Alice, who died in 1961, along with his daughters - May, Lula, and Myrtis - and sons - Paul Gratton, Frank Burke, William B. and Isadore Newman.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank Corker’s dream became a nightmare in the autumn of 1928. The once powerful First National Bank, the largest country bank in Georgia which occupied the ground floors of the tallest building between Macon and Savannah, failed. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>And now, some eighty-seven autumns later, Corker’s dream lives again.<br />
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