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My sister, her husband and another couple were renting a house off Weaver Dairy Road, north of Chapel Hill back in the early to mid '70s. One morning they were bustling around getting ready to go to work in Chapel Hill. They had the TV on and at the bottom of the hour just before they were all going to leave, a map of Africa appeared on the TV screen announcing the start of "Casablanca." All four of them called in sick.

The first time I ever saw "Casablanca" on the silver screen was at the Varsity Theater, a midnight showing, around the same time.
 
On November 27, 1095, Pope Urban II makes perhaps the most influential speech of the Middle Ages, giving rise to the Crusades by calling all Christians in Europe to war against Muslims in order to reclaim the Holy Land, with a cry of “Deus vult!” or “God wills it!”

 
“… During [Harvey] Milk's almost eleven months in office, he sponsored a bill banning discrimination based on sexual orientation in public accommodations, housing, and employment. The Supervisors passed the bill by a vote of 11–1, and Mayor George Moscone signed it into law.

On November 27, 1978, Milk and Moscone were assassinated by Dan White, a disgruntled former city supervisor who cast the sole vote against Milk's bill. …”

 
Jimi Hendrix (born November 27, 1942, Seattle, Washington, U.S.—died September 18, 1970, London, England) was an American rock guitarist, singer, and composer who fused American traditions of blues, jazz, rock, and soul with techniques of British avant-garde rock to redefine the electric guitar in his own image.

 
Not one of the USA's finest hours.

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1864 - Colonel John M. Chivington led a surprise attack, known as the Sand Creek Massacre, on a camp of Cheyenne and Arapaho people in southeastern Colorado Territory. U.S. troops murdered more than 230 Native people, who were at the site under a white flag of truce.
 
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#OTD in 1931 Z. Smith Reynolds married stage actress Libby Holman (they kept the wedding secret until May ‘32). A tumultuous & tragic union, Reynolds died of a gunshot to the head in July ‘32. Holman was indicted for murder but the case was dropped & his death ruled suicide. Tragic Pairing of Tobacco Heir and Torch Singer
 
#OTD in 1955 Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat to a white passenger in Montgomery, Alabama as was required by law in that city and other parts of the United States. She played a vital role in a movement for equal rights still ongoing in this nation. Few know about the preparation that she made for that fateful action that day. Here's some of that story.


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1913 - The world's first moving assembly line debuted, used in manufacturing Model Ts at a Ford factory in Highland Park, Michigan; the innovation was the idea of owner Henry Ford, and it revolutionized the auto industry.

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#OTD (December 2) in 1903, Trinity College Trustees voted not to accept the resignation of History Professor JS Bassett. Raleigh’s ‘News & Observer’ editor Josephus Daniels had led an attack on Bassett for writing of Booker T. Washington that “all in all the greatest man, save General Lee, born in the South in a hundred years.”

‘N&O’ editor Josephus Daniels was prominent in North Carolina’s White Supremacist ruling class, the same ruling class that had orchestrated the Wilmington coup d’étàt in 1898 and violently beat back the statewide Fusion alliance government of working and middle-class Blacks and Whites in 1900. By 1903 that racist and anti-democracy clique was riding high - Charles B. Aycock, the Governor, had himself been a member of the terrorist Red Shirts, a gang of armed white marauders who had quite literally intimidated Black voters away from the polls in 1900. The Red Shirts were more brazen than their spiritual brethren the Ku Klux Klan in that they went about unmasked, flaunting their control of law enforcement and thus their monopoly of state violence.

Bassett’s praise of Booker T. Washington, who was a prominent Accommodationist voice and had dined in the White House with President Teddy Roosevelt in 1901, was galling to those Southern rulers so deeply invested in Jim Crow and White Supremacy. No matter that Bassett, a Tarboro-born son of a Confederate veteran had held up General Lee as the apex of manhood in the region, the mention of a Black man in the same breath was too, too much for the pioneer snowflakes of the day.

Daniels attacked Bassett and Trinity in his newspaper and the assault was picked up by the press throughout the region with the rest falling into line calling for Bassett’s firing for giving such praise to an African American man — an act verboten to the ruling class at the time in the South.

Trinity College (which would become Duke University with its purchase by that family in 1924), in those days still much affiliated with the Methodist Church, resisted the attacks and issued a pro-free speech statement. Notable is the fact that Trinity’s defense of Bassett was fundamentally one based on academic freedom not racial equality. Nor was Bassett himself an activist for civil or equal rights though he was a proponent of a less-biased and blatantly racist historiography than was tolerated among historians in The South at the time.

Bassett stayed on at Trinity but in ‘06 he left for a better job at Smith College in Massachusetts. He was a much published and nationally prominent scholar for many years after his relocation to The North. Reflecting on leaving behind North Carolina, he posited that he “could not write history and direct public sentiment” at the same time. Read more at: The Bassett Affair: Test Case for Free Speech

If you want a look at the essay that caused the controversy, “Stirring Up The Fires Of Race Antipathy,” go to this link: The South Atlantic Quarterly

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On December 2, 1999, in the journal Nature, scientists announce that they have sequenced the DNA of a human chromosome for the first time. The genetic sequence of chromosome 22 is one of the first major findings of the Human Genome Project, an international scientific effort to decode the instructions for life hidden in our cells.

 
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#OTD (December 2) in 1903, Trinity College Trustees voted not to accept the resignation of History Professor JS Bassett. Raleigh’s ‘News & Observer’ editor Josephus Daniels had led an attack on Bassett for writing of Booker T. Washington that “all in all the greatest man, save General Lee, born in the South in a hundred years.”

‘N&O’ editor Josephus Daniels was prominent in North Carolina’s White Supremacist ruling class, the same ruling class that had orchestrated the Wilmington coup d’étàt in 1898 and violently beat back the statewide Fusion alliance government of working and middle-class Blacks and Whites in 1900. By 1903 that racist and anti-democracy clique was riding high - Charles B. Aycock, the Governor, had himself been a member of the terrorist Red Shirts, a gang of armed white marauders who had quite literally intimidated Black voters away from the polls in 1900. The Red Shirts were more brazen than their spiritual brethren the Ku Klux Klan in that they went about unmasked, flaunting their control of law enforcement and thus their monopoly of state violence.

Bassett’s praise of Booker T. Washington, who was a prominent Accommodationist voice and had dined in the White House with President Teddy Roosevelt in 1901, was galling to those Southern rulers so deeply invested in Jim Crow and White Supremacy. No matter that Bassett, a Tarboro-born son of a Confederate veteran had held up General Lee as the apex of manhood in the region, the mention of a Black man in the same breath was too, too much for the pioneer snowflakes of the day.

Daniels attacked Bassett and Trinity in his newspaper and the assault was picked up by the press throughout the region with the rest falling into line calling for Bassett’s firing for giving such praise to an African American man — an act verboten to the ruling class at the time in the South.

Trinity College (which would become Duke University with its purchase by that family in 1924), in those days still much affiliated with the Methodist Church, resisted the attacks and issued a pro-free speech statement. Notable is the fact that Trinity’s defense of Bassett was fundamentally one based on academic freedom not racial equality. Nor was Bassett himself an activist for civil or equal rights though he was a proponent of a less-biased and blatantly racist historiography than was tolerated among historians in The South at the time.

Bassett stayed on at Trinity but in ‘06 he left for a better job at Smith College in Massachusetts. He was a much published and nationally prominent scholar for many years after his relocation to The North. Reflecting on leaving behind North Carolina, he posited that he “could not write history and direct public sentiment” at the same time. Read more at: The Bassett Affair: Test Case for Free Speech

If you want a look at the essay that caused the controversy, “Stirring Up The Fires Of Race Antipathy,” go to this link: The South Atlantic Quarterly

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Like for two reasons: 1. A bit of NC history I was previously unaware of. But with folks like Daniels and Aycock running the state then, this seems depressingly plausible. 2. Big thumbs up for the parenthetical, "(which would become Duke University with its purchase by that family in 1924)."

ETA: How tiny must these guys' penes have been to be so afraid of black men? Smaller than a post-steroid RKF, Jr's?
 
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“Dean Smith made his head coaching debut on December 2, 1961. The Tar Heels defeated Virginia 80-46.” Coach Smith had come to Carolina two years previously to work as an assistant to Frank McGuire. During those last years of the 1950s and 1960 there were scandals surrounding the college game and both UNC and NC State were implicated. Chancellor William Aycock required that McGuire resign and hired his young (30 years old) assistant with but one mandate: run a clean program that would reflect well on the university. Coach Smith gave his word and signed a contract that paid him $9,200 a year. In response to the scandals all around, President of the University of North Carolina system Bill Friday permitted the basketball team to play only sixteen regular season games. That meant only two out-of-conference contests. The new coach chose to keep Notre Dame and Indiana on the schedule in games played in Greensboro and Charlotte respectively. At the time the Atlantic Coast Conference consisted of UNC, NCSU, Duke, Wake Forest, Clemson, South Carolina, Maryland, and Virginia. The Tar Heels finished 7-7 in the conference and 8-9 overall. Coach was 66-47 his first five seasons. In 1965 after a embarrassing loss to Wake Forest, students hanged him in effigy.

Of course beginning with that 6th season (1966-67) Coach Smith’s program and system began to pick up momentum. It should never be forgotten that he had, from the first moment of his head coaching career at UNC to the very end, 879 victories later in 1997, kept his word and ran a program that did indeed reflect well on the University of North Carolina. I, and so many more Tar Heels were fortunate to have had our own formative years infused with Coach Smith’s presence. Early on of course, he was generally quiet and let the unselfish, from-each-according-to-their ability, to-each-according-to-their-need style of play speak for him. His teams passed and defended together first and foremost, and they played smart. To me as a boy completely taken with the game the philosophy underlying the type of defensive intensity that sent players diving after loose balls, taking charges, and together trapping opponents in an all-out press was evident…that the whole is greater than the sum total of the parts meant that there was greater strength in cooperation than in individualism. This became a life lesson for me.

I romanticize Coach Smith. I admit it. I cried when he retired. I admit that with no problem. I’ve poured over the book that he co-wrote with John Kilgo, ‘A Coach’s Life’ and while I appreciate every word and message, my favorite chapter is number eleven, “I May Be Wrong, But!” In which Coach lays out the ideology for working and living. In that chapter Coach Smith reveals the thinking behind his faith (he was a member of Binkley Baptist Church where his pastor Robert Seymour was a long-time counselor). Coach also muses about his decisions to defy White Supremacy as a voice for Equal Rights, take an anti-war stance in regard to Vietnam, stand against the death penalty, and support a Nuclear Freeze. We find out that reading theology was his passion, Kierkegaard in the main. We read of a life spent in thought about how to be a better member of a community, a school, a nation, and a society. I don’t mind saying that I have asked myself on more than one occasion, “How would Coach Smith handle this?” and found the answer helpful.

Those of us who followed his life, either only superficially by simply watching his teams play, or those of us who paid closer attention to the bigger picture painted are all fortunate. The University of North Carolina was wildly blessed when in the midst of dark times of scandal a young coach was hired to de-emphasize the “win at any cost” sentiment afoot in college athletics only to emerge as a champion who proved that doing things the right way did make you a winner. Thanks Coach…Always.

[Photo from the UNC Photo Lab collection, 8 Nov. 1961]

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#OTD (December 4) in 1994, Charlotte Smith, a member of the UNC Tar Heels women’s basketball team, became the 2nd collegiate women’s player ever to dunk. The first had come nearly 10 years earlier when West Virginia U’s Georgeann Wells dunked vs the University of Charleston. Pioneer Dunker, Lady Tar Heel Charlotte Smith
 
Ivan the Terrible proclaimed grand prince of Moscow

On this day in 1533, the three-year-old who became Ivan the Terrible was proclaimed grand prince of Moscow upon the death of his father, Grand Prince Vasily III, with his mother ruling in Ivan's name until her death in 1538.

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Deddy was born in 1916 on a hard-scrabble tobacco farm near Sandy Branch Baptist Church in Deep Chatham County, North Carolina. Grandpa Willis and Grandma Ila Dunn never had much but some creek bottom land, family, and neighbors. Grandpa was a mechanic and his middle son, ‘Pete,’ became one too. ‘Doc,’ the baby, went off to the city of Greensboro where he worked for Sears-Roebuck and raised up his own family. Ethel, the lone girl, met a man from Tyson’s Creek and with the help of their large family they farmed down that way. My Deddy, who like his brothers had a nickname - ‘Bic’ - but was called ‘Elec’ (#DeepChatham pronunciation of Alex) by one and all, rambled a bit before sinking his roots just 3 miles from Sandy Branch in #Bonlee.

I don’t think of Deddy as rambling and I doubt anyone else does and maybe it’s a stretch but I do know that around 1934, when he was 18 and having finished up the optional 12th grade at Bonlee School, he went off to Florida. Most kids in those days, certainly farm ones, stopped at the 11th grade if not before but when ‘Pete’ said he’d rather learn mechanicking from Grandpa Willis than books, that freed up Deddy to go to another year of school. I’ve recently ‘discovered’ a book of “Love Verses” that he wrote, they are clearly his composition, in an “F.S. Royster Guano Company” labeled pocket notebook. The calendar in the book is for 1930 so these are the thoughts of a teen-age boy mooning over his farm girl classmates and their charms.

“The dew is on the honeysuckle, the tide is on the sea. I am thinking of you, do you still think of me?”

“When you are away and your face I can’t see, just stop before the looking glass and kiss yourself for me.”

Most are of that tone - but this is probably my favorite:

“A kiss is sweet, but oh how bitter when the kiss comes from a tobacco spitter.”

The simple life of Sandy Branch was eventually intruded upon by the harsh reality of The Great Depression. It was the most classic of historic hard times and fresh out of Bonlee School 18-year-old ‘Elec’ heard that a mill in Greensboro was hiring so he set out on foot (today it is a 14 hour walk according to google maps). I suspect that he managed to hail a ride or two along the way but when he arrived he found “a line a mile long” of other men applying. Returning home he made a bigger foray and hitchhiked to Florida where the family of his mother, Ila Womble, lived. There he found a job in an orange packing plant.

By 20 he had returned to Chatham and was working as a timber cruiser for Dunlap Lumber Company in #Bonlee. When I found this out I understood much better his love of trees and long walks in the countryside. I went with him daily as a boy to tramp over the very land on which he was born and raised - this was always referred to as “checking on the cows” but I have come to realize that those rambles were a great deal more. Often very quiet treks, at other times quite animated verbally, those are cherished times of companionship so subtle in the moment I was unaware of the education I was receiving. I still love trees.

Timber cruising wasn’t enough for Deddy so he went to work for Mr. James Waddell in his hardware store there in Bonlee. In 1940 he and my mother, Nancy Womble married and not long afterward he and Archie Andrews bought the store and he ran it until 1983 when he let it go.

Deddy was a New Dealer. He thought a lot of Franklin Roosevelt. He became Postmaster of Bonlee during FDR’s administration. I think he thought even more of Eleonor Roosevelt though and his own ideas seem, in my recollection, to have meshed with her’s even more than with those of the President’s. Deddy never saw either one of them speak, though he heard many of the Fireside Chats that FDR gave between 1933 and his passing in 1944. I wonder if 22 year-old ‘Elec’ might have thought about making the journey over the Chapel Hill in early December of 1938 when the President spoke on the UNC campus? In the mid-term elections the month before the Democratic Party (and thus The New Deal) had taken a bad beating in the midterms, losing 72 seats in the House and 8 in the Senate. Despite those setbacks Democrats still retained control of Congress though many of those Dems were in The South and conservative, thus unreliable allies for the President on New Deal policies.

I suspect that things looked bleak to a Democrat like my Deddy as 1938 came to a close - the battle to revive and reform capitalism was still afoot and the threat of fascism was growing in Europe. Deddy had met, and was courting my mother by this time though, so I suspect he was happy in the main - though from what I understand from tales told by he and Momma, they had a break-up or two that troubled him a great deal before they tied the knot. I do know that despite the relative rural isolation of Chatham County that world events weighed on him - he passed that on to me.

It turns out that on December 5, of 1938, 86 years ago, and only 35 miles from #Bonlee, FDR was slated to speak in Kenan Stadium on the UNC campus. On that occasion, the first visit of a president to Carolina, Dr. Frank Porter Graham, one of the Greatest Tar Heels of all and at the time perhaps The South’s foremost liberal and UNC’s President, introduced Mr. Roosevelt and cited him for his support for “oppressed minorities and dispossessed majorities” while working for a United States that “stands for freedom of open and wide discussions of all issues and a fair hearing for all sides, for the ways of peace and democracy rather than war and dictatorship; for a new hope to you and a more equal educational opportunity to all children in all states.”

The President received an honorary degree from UNC that afternoon, thanking the university as a “representative of liberal teaching and liberal thought.” FDR also felt the need to respond to press accusations that he was “an ogre, a consorter with Communists, a destroyer of the rich,” who “breakfasted every morning on a dish of ‘grilled millionaire.’” Slyly, he assured everyone there that he was more fond of scrambled eggs.

I don’t know how that message might have set with Deddy but I suspect that when Roosevelt said, during the 1936 campaign, that the nation’s 1% were “economic royalists” and added that, “They hate me and I welcome their hatred,” that given the state of things among the working folk of Piedmont North Carolina, that my Deddy approved of the message. He wouldn’t have been alone, that year North Carolina voted 73.4% to 26.6% for Roosevelt over his conservative Republican challenger Alf Landon.

Just the same I reckon Deddy stayed down in #DeepChatham on that rainy Monday afternoon on the 5th of December, 1938. FDR eventually spoke to 6,000 packed into Woollen Gymnasium at UNC after weather forced relocation from Kenan Stadium. Overflow listened in Memorial Hall to piped in audio. The speech was carried nationwide via radio and even broadcast to Europe by shortwave with translation in Italian, German, French, and Russian. The BBC covered it for the international English-speaking world.

Deddy would have worked until at least 6:00 at Mr. Waddell’s Hardware Store anyway. Perhaps there were listeners gathered around a radio there. #BonleeHardware could be like that. It was 10 months before Hitler invaded Poland and three years and two days before, in the aftermath of Pearl Harbor, the US entered World War II. Such tumult still ahead - perhaps in December of 1938 his attention remained resolutely turned to winning over the love of his life and writing romantic verses to Miss Nancy Womble of Siler City. I, for one, am glad for his persistence in matters of the heart. I owe my existence to them after all. Sure wish THAT notebook had survived. [ Attribution and more here: FDR at UNC in 1938: I eat no “grilled millionaire.” – NC Miscellany ]
 
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Deddy was born in 1916 on a hard-scrabble tobacco farm near Sandy Branch Baptist Church in Deep Chatham County, North Carolina. Grandpa Willis and Grandma Ila Dunn never had much but some creek bottom land, family, and neighbors. Grandpa was a mechanic and his middle son, ‘Pete,’ became one too. ‘Doc,’ the baby, went off to the city of Greensboro where he worked for Sears-Roebuck and raised up his own family. Ethel, the lone girl, met a man from Tyson’s Creek and with the help of their large family they farmed down that way. My Deddy, who like his brothers had a nickname - ‘Bic’ - but was called ‘Elec’ (#DeepChatham pronunciation of Alex) by one and all, rambled a bit before sinking his roots just 3 miles from Sandy Branch in #Bonlee.

I don’t think of Deddy as rambling and I doubt anyone else does and maybe it’s a stretch but I do know that around 1934, when he was 18 and having finished up the optional 12th grade at Bonlee School, he went off to Florida. Most kids in those days, certainly farm ones, stopped at the 11th grade if not before but when ‘Pete’ said he’d rather learn mechanicking from Grandpa Willis than books, that freed up Deddy to go to another year of school. I’ve recently ‘discovered’ a book of “Love Verses” that he wrote, they are clearly his composition, in an “F.S. Royster Guano Company” labeled pocket notebook. The calendar in the book is for 1930 so these are the thoughts of a teen-age boy mooning over his farm girl classmates and their charms.

“The dew is on the honeysuckle, the tide is on the sea. I am thinking of you, do you still think of me?”

“When you are away and your face I can’t see, just stop before the looking glass and kiss yourself for me.”

Most are of that tone - but this is probably my favorite:

“A kiss is sweet, but oh how bitter when the kiss comes from a tobacco spitter.”

The simple life of Sandy Branch was eventually intruded upon by the harsh reality of The Great Depression. It was the most classic of historic hard times and fresh out of Bonlee School 18-year-old ‘Elec’ heard that a mill in Greensboro was hiring so he set out on foot (today it is a 14 hour walk according to google maps). I suspect that he managed to hail a ride or two along the way but when he arrived he found “a line a mile long” of other men applying. Returning home he made a bigger foray and hitchhiked to Florida where the family of his mother, Ila Womble, lived. There he found a job in an orange packing plant.

By 20 he had returned to Chatham and was working as a timber cruiser for Dunlap Lumber Company in #Bonlee. When I found this out I understood much better his love of trees and long walks in the countryside. I went with him daily as a boy to tramp over the very land on which he was born and raised - this was always referred to as “checking on the cows” but I have come to realize that those rambles were a great deal more. Often very quiet treks, at other times quite animated verbally, those are cherished times of companionship so subtle in the moment I was unaware of the education I was receiving. I still love trees.

Timber cruising wasn’t enough for Deddy so he went to work for Mr. James Waddell in his hardware store there in Bonlee. In 1940 he and my mother, Nancy Womble married and not long afterward he and Archie Andrews bought the store and he ran it until 1983 when he let it go.

Deddy was a New Dealer. He thought a lot of Franklin Roosevelt. He became Postmaster of Bonlee during FDR’s administration. I think he thought even more of Eleonor Roosevelt though and his own ideas seem, in my recollection, to have meshed with her’s even more than with those of the President’s. Deddy never saw either one of them speak, though he heard many of the Fireside Chats that FDR gave between 1933 and his passing in 1944. I wonder if 22 year-old ‘Elec’ might have thought about making the journey over the Chapel Hill in early December of 1938 when the President spoke on the UNC campus? In the mid-term elections the month before the Democratic Party (and thus The New Deal) had taken a bad beating in the midterms, losing 72 seats in the House and 8 in the Senate. Despite those setbacks Democrats still retained control of Congress though many of those Dems were in The South and conservative, thus unreliable allies for the President on New Deal policies.

I suspect that things looked bleak to a Democrat like my Deddy as 1938 came to a close - the battle to revive and reform capitalism was still afoot and the threat of fascism was growing in Europe. Deddy had met, and was courting my mother by this time though, so I suspect he was happy in the main - though from what I understand from tales told by he and Momma, they had a break-up or two that troubled him a great deal before they tied the knot. I do know that despite the relative rural isolation of Chatham County that world events weighed on him - he passed that on to me.

It turns out that on December 5, of 1938, 86 years ago, and only 35 miles from #Bonlee, FDR was slated to speak in Kenan Stadium on the UNC campus. On that occasion, the first visit of a president to Carolina, Dr. Frank Porter Graham, one of the Greatest Tar Heels of all and at the time perhaps The South’s foremost liberal and UNC’s President, introduced Mr. Roosevelt and cited him for his support for “oppressed minorities and dispossessed majorities” while working for a United States that “stands for freedom of open and wide discussions of all issues and a fair hearing for all sides, for the ways of peace and democracy rather than war and dictatorship; for a new hope to you and a more equal educational opportunity to all children in all states.”

The President received an honorary degree from UNC that afternoon, thanking the university as a “representative of liberal teaching and liberal thought.” FDR also felt the need to respond to press accusations that he was “an ogre, a consorter with Communists, a destroyer of the rich,” who “breakfasted every morning on a dish of ‘grilled millionaire.’” Slyly, he assured everyone there that he was more fond of scrambled eggs.

I don’t know how that message might have set with Deddy but I suspect that when Roosevelt said, during the 1936 campaign, that the nation’s 1% were “economic royalists” and added that, “They hate me and I welcome their hatred,” that given the state of things among the working folk of Piedmont North Carolina, that my Deddy approved of the message. He wouldn’t have been alone, that year North Carolina voted 73.4% to 26.6% for Roosevelt over his conservative Republican challenger Alf Landon.

Just the same I reckon Deddy stayed down in #DeepChatham on that rainy Monday afternoon on the 5th of December, 1938. FDR eventually spoke to 6,000 packed into Woollen Gymnasium at UNC after weather forced relocation from Kenan Stadium. Overflow listened in Memorial Hall to piped in audio. The speech was carried nationwide via radio and even broadcast to Europe by shortwave with translation in Italian, German, French, and Russian. The BBC covered it for the international English-speaking world.

Deddy would have worked until at least 6:00 at Mr. Waddell’s Hardware Store anyway. Perhaps there were listeners gathered around a radio there. #BonleeHardware could be like that. It was 10 months before Hitler invaded Poland and three years and two days before, in the aftermath of Pearl Harbor, the US entered World War II. Such tumult still ahead - perhaps in December of 1938 his attention remained resolutely turned to winning over the love of his life and writing romantic verses to Miss Nancy Womble of Siler City. I, for one, am glad for his persistence in matters of the heart. I owe my existence to them after all. Sure wish THAT notebook had survived. [ Attribution and more here: FDR at UNC in 1938: I eat no “grilled millionaire.” – NC Miscellany ]
That's a nice recollection and an excellent capture of a time and place. Sometime shortly after when you were talking about, my father was at Marine OCS in Quantico, VA, pre-WW2. One of the fellow candidates at Quantico had a car. My Dad and as many others who could fit in that car would often drive our to one of the numerous nearby Civil War battlefields on Sunday afternoons. They would walk the battlefield under the impression that no battle could be properly understood unless you had personally walked the terrain. And often they would stop at one particular spot and sagely pronounce that "it was here" that Lee, McClellen, Longstreet, Meade, or some other Civil War luminary had made the critical mistake that had lost the battle. When Dad would tell this story, he would laugh and say that more than once when he was completely lost in the fog of war on one or another god forsaken South Pacific island and when he was desperate to know what was happening 20 yards away from where he was, he recalled his arrogance on those peaceful and quiet Sunday afternoons.
 
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