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Bill Withers passed away on March 30, 2020 (his family announced his passing on April 3). This was a sad thing for me and a lot of other people of course. Bill Withers first came to my young boy world in Chatham County by way of "Lean on Me," I guess his most well-known release (or was that “Ain’t No Sunshine”?). At the time (1972) I was deeply into activities at my church in Bonlee. Fourteen years old, I was teaching my age-group Sunday School class a good deal of the time and my contemporaries and I there were also increasingly participating in the choir and other worship service moments. It was an interesting time as I look back, especially when I do a little research into the context and recollect the world around me as I was receiving it.

What I found when I dug into those times was Jesus all around and me, a sponge soaking up every bit. I was also absorbing, breathing in nigh literally, every scrap of media that crossed my eyes and ears. The radio, then all AM, was a lifeline into the outside world and WKIX in Raleigh and WNCA in Siler City were primary senders. There I got my tunes. My brother Glenn had left the radio in our bedroom tuned to those stations when he went off to college. Indeed, his own dedication to the hits of the day had in turn introduced them to me. During his high school years he had even been a Disc Jockey at the Siler City station and our house was filled with 45s and the rock and soul sounds of the mid-1960s. Everything from the British Invasion to MoTown to the Rhythm and Blues of East Coast Beach Music (the stuff I would later discover was the favorite of Frat Boys one I headed off to college). AM radio played all those things in those days — the radio stations that I was glued to were hardly discerning in their playlist — you got a little bit of everything. And that was good.

Looking back I can see that as the early 1970s started updawned I was feeling very introspective. I read Hal Lindsay’s ‘The Late, Great, Planet Earth’ with its apocalyptic prophecies tied to current events and the End-Times seemed to loom. In contrast the 5th Dimension sang about “The Age of Aquarius” and the dawning of a new era of love and peace and harmony. Of course, Barry McGuire’s ‘Eve of Destruction’ was always somewhere in the depths of my remembering as was The Bomb. At church the messages were intriguing to say the least. While the preacher railed against long hair and the wrong-headedness of Protesting for Peace I was reading, really reading, ‘Good News for Modern Man,’ a New Testament transposed into the language of the day. I still read the King James Bible of course, and even took copies of both to church with me on Sunday, but there was something enticing, almost subversive, about that Good News version. I’ve always been drawn to that sort of thing.

My parents were avid magazine readers. We had subscriptions to Time, Newsweek, The U.S. News and World Report, Life, and Look. I got Sports Illustrated and Sport too. The Progressive Farmer and Southern Living were ‘must haves’ to boot. In 1971 the “Jesus Revolution” made the cover of ‘Time Magazine.’ I knew something was up for sure then.

On the radio too I was hearing some decidedly Christian Rock. “Day by Day” from the musical ‘Godspell’ was there and even stronger was the power of the simple lyrics to “Superstar” from the musical “Jesus Christ Superstar.” Both those songs were top radio hits of 1971. By that time, I had become practiced at reading all sorts of messages into the lyrics of pretty much any song that I heard. The world “out there” was, after all, mighty spiritual and I was picking up on it.

Around that time, somehow I got permission to play the 45 of Bill Withers’ hit “Lean on Me" and say a few words at Sunday evening meeting. I did not know this then but Withers had written that song when living in Los Angeles and missing the community that he had known in the small West Virginia town, much like Bonlee, where he had grown up. I felt the message of the lyrics deeply at that time as I did most things around me. Such is the life of a 14 year old after all. I came to understand that there had been some grumbling in the aftermath from a few (not all) when they noted that the singer was African American but my parents stood by me on it (Deddy was a deacon). I don't think I ever appreciated that enough. The voice and the message have always been powerfully pertinent. They remain so…


“Lean On Me”
Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs that you won't let show

You just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on
If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me

Call me
If you need a friend
(call me)
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(call me)
If you ever need a friend.

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Bill Withers passed away on March 30, 2020 (his family announced his passing on April 3). This was a sad thing for me and a lot of other people of course. Bill Withers first came to my young boy world in Chatham County by way of "Lean on Me," I guess his most well-known release (or was that “Ain’t No Sunshine”?). At the time (1972) I was deeply into activities at my church in Bonlee. Fourteen years old, I was teaching my age-group Sunday School class a good deal of the time and my contemporaries and I there were also increasingly participating in the choir and other worship service moments. It was an interesting time as I look back, especially when I do a little research into the context and recollect the world around me as I was receiving it.

What I found when I dug into those times was Jesus all around and me, a sponge soaking up every bit. I was also absorbing, breathing in nigh literally, every scrap of media that crossed my eyes and ears. The radio, then all AM, was a lifeline into the outside world and WKIX in Raleigh and WNCA in Siler City were primary senders. There I got my tunes. My brother Glenn had left the radio in our bedroom tuned to those stations when he went off to college. Indeed, his own dedication to the hits of the day had in turn introduced them to me. During his high school years he had even been a Disc Jockey at the Siler City station and our house was filled with 45s and the rock and soul sounds of the mid-1960s. Everything from the British Invasion to MoTown to the Rhythm and Blues of East Coast Beach Music (the stuff I would later discover was the favorite of Frat Boys one I headed off to college). AM radio played all those things in those days — the radio stations that I was glued to were hardly discerning in their playlist — you got a little bit of everything. And that was good.

Looking back I can see that as the early 1970s started updawned I was feeling very introspective. I read Hal Lindsay’s ‘The Late, Great, Planet Earth’ with its apocalyptic prophecies tied to current events and the End-Times seemed to loom. In contrast the 5th Dimension sang about “The Age of Aquarius” and the dawning of a new era of love and peace and harmony. Of course, Barry McGuire’s ‘Eve of Destruction’ was always somewhere in the depths of my remembering as was The Bomb. At church the messages were intriguing to say the least. While the preacher railed against long hair and the wrong-headedness of Protesting for Peace I was reading, really reading, ‘Good News for Modern Man,’ a New Testament transposed into the language of the day. I still read the King James Bible of course, and even took copies of both to church with me on Sunday, but there was something enticing, almost subversive, about that Good News version. I’ve always been drawn to that sort of thing.

My parents were avid magazine readers. We had subscriptions to Time, Newsweek, The U.S. News and World Report, Life, and Look. I got Sports Illustrated and Sport too. The Progressive Farmer and Southern Living were ‘must haves’ to boot. In 1971 the “Jesus Revolution” made the cover of ‘Time Magazine.’ I knew something was up for sure then.

On the radio too I was hearing some decidedly Christian Rock. “Day by Day” from the musical ‘Godspell’ was there and even stronger was the power of the simple lyrics to “Superstar” from the musical “Jesus Christ Superstar.” Both those songs were top radio hits of 1971. By that time, I had become practiced at reading all sorts of messages into the lyrics of pretty much any song that I heard. The world “out there” was, after all, mighty spiritual and I was picking up on it.

Around that time, somehow I got permission to play the 45 of Bill Withers’ hit “Lean on Me" and say a few words at Sunday evening meeting. I did not know this then but Withers had written that song when living in Los Angeles and missing the community that he had known in the small West Virginia town, much like Bonlee, where he had grown up. I felt the message of the lyrics deeply at that time as I did most things around me. Such is the life of a 14 year old after all. I came to understand that there had been some grumbling in the aftermath from a few (not all) when they noted that the singer was African American but my parents stood by me on it (Deddy was a deacon). I don't think I ever appreciated that enough. The voice and the message have always been powerfully pertinent. They remain so…


“Lean On Me”
Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs that you won't let show

You just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on
If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me

Call me
If you need a friend
(call me)
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(call me)
If you ever need a friend.

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One of the saddest and truest things that Dr. Martin Luther King ever said was, "We must face the sad fact that at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning when we stand to sing 'In Christ there is no East or West,' we stand in the most segregated hour of America.”
 
Brandywine, Yorktown, Saratoga trail, Concord, Bennington.....................No cornwallis lol
 
The best thing going for Heritage Hiils most of the time I lived there was that Don Whilhoit, Chair of county commissionsers lived there. So we got fairly quick Snowplowing and when Fran hit the Orange county prison crews came out and hauled off trees ..........
 
mpaer said:
Brandywine, Yorktown, Saratoga trail, Concord, Bennington.....................No cornwallis lol
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So yes to battles...The proliferation of roads named Cornwallis in North Carolina is a strange thing just the same.

I crashed the pool there a few times back in the very early 1980s.
 
There’s also a Lexington, a Princeton, a Cowpens, and a Kings Mountain.

It’s all battles; but, not all of the battles.
 
Missed this one yesterday. On April 4, 1968 MLK, Jr was assassinated. The year before on the same date at Riverside Church in West Harlem he gave a speech/sermon that was historic.

“On 4 April 1967 Martin Luther King, Jr., delivered his seminal speech at Riverside Church condemning the Vietnam War. Declaring ‘my conscience leaves me no other choice,’ King described the war’s deleterious effects on both America’s poor and Vietnamese peasants and insisted that it was morally imperative for the United States to take radical steps to halt the war through nonviolent means (King, “Beyond Vietnam,” 139).”

"Beyond Vietnam"

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mpaer said:
Brandywine, Yorktown, Saratoga trail, Concord, Bennington.....................No cornwallis lol
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Do they pronounce it the Yankee way or the right way? "conquered" or CON-CORD?

It is after all the opposite of discord and nobody pronounces that "disquered"
 
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#OTD in 1808 Jonathan Lewis was arrested for the murder of Naomi Wise in Randolph Cty. Wise, said to be pretty & innocent had been courted by Lewis, who also promised to marry another. Wise, pregnant, fell to her death into the Deep River-Lewis fled-was caught-tried & exonerated.

The song, ‘Omie Wise’ remembers her & these events. Doc Watson sings it here: More of the story here: https://www.ncdcr.gov/blog/2015/04/08/poor-naomi-wise-sacrificed-to-the-beast-in-man‬
 
#OTD in 1970 Paul McCartney quit The Beatles. My Aunt Irma grew up in #DeepChatham County, NC but migrated into New York/New Jersey after World War II. Subsequently, she became the personal secretary to Mike Shevell, owner of Associated Transport. She was close with the family and often babysat for his daughter, Nancy. In 2011, Shevell and McCartney married. Until she passed on in February 2024 at the age of 102, Nancy Shevell telephoned Aunt Irma at least once a month and wrote many cards and letters to her in Chatham where she had relocated at the age of 80. She, of course, met McCartney too.
 
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#BlackMountainCollege in Western North Carolina (1933-1957) was truly a remarkable place and its influence reverberates globally to this day. Here is yet another example. For instance, look for the influence of Kenneth Noland around you.

#OTD in 1924 the Color Field Abstractionist Kenneth Noland was born in #Asheville. Shapes and Memorable Color Combos marked his work. He studied at nearby #BMC where such Out-Of-The-Box innovators as Joseph Albers, Paul Klee, and Ilya Bolowtowsky were his influences. Growing up in Asheville his mother managed a jazz club and a ‘Citizen-Times’ story related that he saw his youth in #WNC as important in framing his style.

After #BMC Noland was part of a group known as the Washington Color Painters who attempted to “demystify” abstract expressionist art.

Noland passed away in Maine in 2010 and is buried at #Riversidecemeterync in AVL. Read more here: https://www.ncdcr.gov/.../10/kenneth-noland-and-abstract-art
passed away in Maine in 2010 and is buried at #Riversidecemeterync in AVL. Read more here: https://www.ncdcr.gov/.../10/kenneth-noland-and-abstract-art

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