Mountain Fever

Every fall I start having "mountain fever" and long to go to see the beautiful fall leaves in the NC mountains. We lived in Winston-Salem, NC in the 1980's and we would ride up to the Blue Ridge Parkway on Sunday afternoons in the fall to see the beautiful foliage. We used to go to church retreats at Montreat Presbyterian Church Conference Center. Jim and I are pictured at Lake Susan in the center of the complex. The leaves were beautiful last Sunday afternoon when we stopped by. 

Last weekend we were in Black Mountain, NC, visiting with my sisters Carolyn and Alice and their families. Carolyn and her husband Dave own a beautiful B&B called Arbor House. They remodeled an old home and it contains 4 bedrooms with baths, a large lounge, dining room and decks where you can observe 7 mountain peaks. The B&B overlooks a large city lake. You can walk down the hill and travel through Carolyn's beautifully landscaped yard to get to the walking path around the lake. Or sit on your deck and watch the wildlife in and around the lake and observe people walking on the path around the lake. You can go online and read all about Arbor House (http://www.arborhousenc.com/).

Sunday afternoon we drove up a mountain to visit the Blue Ridge YMCA Assembly. This white 3-story conference center building has been there a long time. There are many other buildings and cabins at the assembly grounds. It is filled to capacity during the summer with different groups coming to camp here. Visitors can stay on weekends when campers go home.

We left Black Mountain on Monday morning and drove to Asheville and stopped at the Farmers Market where we saw "tons" of produce for sale. Tomatoes, mountain cabbage, and of course a large variety of freshly picked apples. We bought a large box of golden delicious apples to eat and to give away to friends.

Then we went west to Waynesville and on to Franklin where we visited my cousin Linda and her husband Chip Westbrook,  just south of Franklin at Otto. They were spending the week at their mountain cabin.

They like to go there for long weekends in the summer and always spend a week there in October and enjoy the festivals, music, etc. in the area. They prepared a good lunch for us and we were joined there by another Elba couple who have a home in the same area. We left after lunch to drive back to Elba (a seven-hour trip).

My mountain fever is gone for awhile (until spring when the mountains are covered with flowers).

23rd Curtis School Reunion

In 1985, my classmate of 12 years, Janice Cowen Hudson, and I decided to hold a class reunion for the old Curtis school. It had closed in 1967 and a few years later the building burned. We didn't know if there would be much interest, but there was and today we had our 23rd reunion.  What a great time! 

We honored a family that moved away from the community before their children graduated from high school, and we all lost touch with them. Last year one of the girls came to the reunion from Dothan to see her cousins that were being honored. We asked if her family would like to be honored this year.

They were so excited when they arrived today, coming from Atlanta, GA; Gardenia, CA; Dothan, AL. One sister from Baton Rouge, LA was unable to attend. There are pictured here, children of Howard and Ann Foley Danley. This photo was taken today and the man on the right, Tom Cowen, was their neighbor when they were young. 

We were all excited on Oct. 12, 1958, when one of the bus drivers, Dick Daniels and his wife Dot had twins, Jim and Judy Daniels. We sang happy birthday to them. They were home visiting their mother and celebrating their 60th birthdays tomorrow. I think they were surprised that we remembered!!

These 3 friends, Sara Young, Bessie Griffin and her sister, Loris Cauley, were so happy to see each other and talk about what they are doing these days. One is still teaching china painting and the other still gardens near Pensacola, FL and uses the riding lawn mower to cut her grass. And of course they are both driving and running their own errands. This would be common lace except for the fact that Sara Young and Bessie Griffin are both 91 years old. Sara's 71 year old son came with her from Opp. Bessie's sister Loris was there with her son Kenneth, who brought them to the reunion.

One visitor remarked that he would see if he could get invited back; that he had never seen such a spread of the best southern food he had ever eaten. So many homemade cakes and pies. And I counted 5 bowls of chicken and dumplings (the homemade kind). Kenneth Cauley brought a big pan of fried sidemeat (pork) and this was the hit of the day!

The reunion was held in a big pavilion that my friend Janice Cowen Hudson and I raised  money to build in 1998, behind New Ebenezer Baptist Church. The 10 large picnic tables which we had built can hold 8 people, and all were all filled. Approximately 90-100 attended.

Afterwards a classmate invited us to his house to talk some more and have a light dinner. For various reasons (medical and just aches and pains of aging) some had to go home and were unable to attend. There were 3 of us who went to our friend Ralph Crocker's new home. We were "stuffed" from all the reunion goodies, but still managed to eat finger foods. I put the photos that I took at the reunion today on a CD and took it to Ralph's house where we had so much fun looking at them in a slide show.

Many of us won't see each other again until next October (and some we'll never see again as they are getting very old). The school reunion is as the name implies - a great reunion for classmates who went to Curtis school.

Eulogy for Mary Logan Gilmer by Jim Gilmer

Eulogy Jim presented at his step-mother's funeral:


Our mother was born and raised in the rugged hills and ragged “hollers” of northern Kentucky, at the time, a very isolated section of the state, in Lewis County. It was a time and place that required families to be self sufficient, for families to help other families in time of need, for a strong faith in the Almighty. Cash money was practically non-existent for most families. Government assistance programs as we know today didn’t exist.
Folks had to take care of themselves and each other. Mother was 9 years old when the Great Depression enveloped the country in 1929.


The Logan family had been in those hills and hollers since the late 1700’s. They were of Scots-Irish descent. Throughout their long history in Kentucky, mother’s ancestors had a strong streak of stubbornness, and toes that did not like to be stepped on.

Mary Gilmer in her late 80's

Mother’s character was molded to a large extent by the place and era in which she grew up, and by her Logan family genes. She had a strong will, unswerving principles, and practiced the art of frugality in her personal life. Yet she was very generous with kin and friends alike. However, those to whom she was a benefactor would at times feel the pull of attached strings, as mother would insist that the beneficiaries of her generosity use the proceeds wisely.


Mother was a strong believer in the power of education, as those of you who knew her can readily attest. She completed her AB degree with honors in 1957 at Morehead State University in Morehead, KY, while our father, J. T., stayed at home here in Harrisburg and worked and took care of Larry. After mother had completed her degree, she immediately started J. T, our dad, on his education journey. At the age of 46, dad began his education under mother’s tutelage, at the 7th grade level, and six years later, in 1963, at the young age of 52, dad received his bachelor’s degree from Appalachian State Teachers College.


Mother was a teacher for the Charlotte-Mecklenburg school system for about 25 years. She first taught at Hickory Grove for about 14 years, and then at Cotswold until she retired in 1981. Some of her former students have told me that mother was a good teacher, but very strict – she expected her students to apply themselves.


She was an active member of this church for over 60 years, and most recently was Church Historian and a member of the Session.

Mother devoted the past years as a tireless volunteer at the Cabarrus Senior Center, and the Lunch Plus program here in Harrisburg. (Mother is on left in photo)
Mother had countless “best friends” in the church, the Senior Center programs, and in the community. She was always ready to help some one who needed help, and to give advice. There might have been a few times mother gave advice when not asked!


Mother led a life of contribution to her work, her family, her church and to the community. She loved her family and friends dearly, and we all loved her. I believe she was the epitome of that “good and faithful servant”.

Our Grimes reunion

Today was the annual Grimes reunion when we gather to honor the memory of our James Shorter and Malissia Tillis Grimes ancestors. The reunion started during WWI when their oldest son John was leaving to serve in WWI. It was also her birthday that week-end in October when they were telling Uncle John good-bye. Fortunately for him, the war ended soon after and he did not have to fight. He was the oldest of 14 children and needed on the farm.


The family continued to meet every year the first Sunday in October to celebrate grandmother Grimes birthday. I remember going to the reunions when I was young, getting to play with cousins that I seldom saw except at the reunion. The reunion fell by the wayside when Grandmother died at the age of 92 in 1952. We lived near her the last few years of her life and I got to know her very well. I wanted to take piano lessons and we didn't have a piano so I would walk to her house to practice. She always came into the living room to listen to me practice. Now that's a very sweet, loving great grandmother to suffer through a 10-12-year old practicing the piano.

A few years later, my Aunt spearheaded a campaign to renew the reunion. She invited some of her first cousins to help and they had a reunion in my aunt's yard for a few years. Later they started meeting at civic rooms or churches. Pictured here are some of the children of James Shorter and Malissia Grimes. My grandmother Fannie Wilson is on the front row, right end. In 1998 the reunion was held the first Saturday of October, outdoors at the new picnic pavilion behind New Ebenezer Church where many of the Grimes are buried. James Shorter Grimes was the first person to be buried in the cemetery at New Ebenezer Church when he died from typhoid fever in 1903.


Grandfather Grimes was the son of John William Grimes and Julia Ann Garrett. Today was a special day. We held a grave marking ceremony and placed a marker at the foot of his grave with information about his service in the Civil War. The ceremony was carried out by a local group of United Daughters of the Confederacy. There were men dressed as confederate soldiers who participated in the ceremony. A lady dressed in black placed a wreath on the grave and at the end of the service, the soldiers did a canteen salute. This was very impressive.


Paul Grimes, a great grandson of John William Grimes, participated by reading a biography of his great grandfather's life. Descendants gathered at the tombstone for a photo after the ceremony. These descendants all belong to John W. Grimes son, James Shorter Grimes.

Update for Sept. 20 Blog

Yesterday I went back to the cardiologist and all cardiac tests on Sept. 22 were "normal". I just knew the Dr. was going to set a date for a pacemaker, but I was surprised. My pulse went from the 40's and 50's to 60. While I still have bradycardia and right bundle branch block, the Dr. felt I could wait awhile for the pacemaker. I have to check my pulse often and if it gets below 60 again, I will need to call him. I have felt so good the past week since my heart rate has improved.


And now about Jim's step mother, Mary Logan Gilmer. She passed away early Sunday morning, Sept. 21 in Kannapolis, NC. She never recovered from the stroke she had on 9/11/08. That date will take on more meaning of what happened on the other 9/11.


Jim was already in Harrisburg, NC (Cabarrus County) when she died. Our son Ron drove to Elba from Austin, TX and arrived on Sun. around noon, soon after we got the news of grandmother's death. There was a fear of not being able to find gasoline on the long drive but he made it ok. We couldn't leave to go to NC until Tuesday morning as I had a lot of heart tests scheduled for Monday. We left early on Tues., riding to Harrisburg in Ron's big diesel pick up truck for 10 hours. We met other relatives upon arrival and rested for the funeral the next day.



The funeral took place on Wed., Sept 24, at 4 pm at Harrisburg Presbyterian Church where she was a member for 61 years. Let me go back to Wed. morning when the family all gathered at the funeral home for a private viewing at 11 a.m. She requested in her funeral arrangements that she left behind that only the family see her. Our 3 sons were there and 3 of the 5 granddaughters came. Mary's sister, 2 brothers, and nieces and nephews from KY were there, along with Jim's brother Larry and his wife.


From there we went to the church for lunch prepared by the ladies of the church, Mary's friends. At 2:30 pm we gathered at the church Fellowship Hall for a 3-3:45 visitation prior to the funeral. Jim left Harrisburg after high school in 1952 and only returned for short family visits, so he lost touch with people he had known. He did get to see one of his classmates and even one of his teachers. It was so touching to talk to many of the older people about how they were his mother's "best friends". She was a great volunteer and worked almost every day helping serve lunches to two senior centers.


We went into the church sanctuary at 3:45 pm. The afternoon light was shining on the beautiful dark wood casket with the flowers the family chose to put on the casket. Mary had requested no flowers but a few were placed there. I think the most important part of the sermon was when Jim walked to the pulpit and did a eulogy of his mother (step-mother). He talked about her life and the hard times growing up in KY during the depression, and how she worked hard to get her education. She taught school for many years and some of her elementary school students came to say good-bye to one of their favorite teachers. That was so touching.


A couple of weeks before her death, she mailed her son Larry a copy of her funeral plans. We tried to follow them as she requested, except for the fact that we placed some flowers on top of the casket to ease the burden of staring at the big dark casket.


We went down the street to the church cemetery in the middle of the town of Harrisburg, and she was buried beside her husband J.T., Jim's father. It was a beautiful day and a nice breeze blowing.


Friends came to say good bye and we (the family) all went back to her house. Most people went back home but some of us stayed until the next day (Thurs). Before we left to go back home, Larry asked if we all wanted something to remember her by. She used to paint and several people chose a painting. Our son James wanted a clown picture she had painted and now he has it in his bedroom.


It's still hard to imagine her not being there when we go back to NC to see all our relatives scattered over the state. Soon the house will be sold and there won't be a "home" to go back to.


Someday I will ask Jim for permission to print the eulogy he wrote. It was so touching and everything he said had special memories for her family and close friends.


So long Mary...... rest in peace!

Too Busy to Write in my Blog

There's really no excuse for not writing more often. As you get older "time flies" and you wonder why you didn't get more accomplished. There's more things I want to record for my family before I close out my blog. I plan to print all of the things in my blog to give to my grandchildren someday.

Lately I've been taking lots of naps. This summer I've not had as much energy as in the past. My husband commented recently that he noticed I have not been weeding my flower beds this summer nor deadheading the flowers. I don't think about doing this until it's too hot to go outside. I used to get up at 5:30 am and go outside and work until 7, at which time I wake our son up to start getting ready to leave home around 8, when the van arrives to take him to his workshop. This summer my neighbor and I have been walking for 30 minutes every morning, 6:30 - 7 a.m.

Last month I found out I have a heart problem - pulse too low, in the 40s and 50s. I didn't know that was bad. I figured the lower it is, the better. At least that is usually the case. But not so when your heart rate is slow. So the cardiologist says I need a pacemaker. He said I would feel better but not toplan to go out and run a marathon. But before he installs this equipment, he is sending me for more tests on Monday. He said to plan to spend the day at Flowers Hospital to get a nuclear stress test and an ECHO (ultra sound). I hope they don't find anything else wrong.

I feel ok but do get tired very easy which is not my usual style. I like to keep busy.

And now another event has occurred in our family. Jim's step-mother suffered a massive stroke on Thursday, Sept. llth while attending a senior center event in NC. She never recovered and just yesterday was moved from the hospital to a Hospice House near Concord, NC to spend her final days. The Dr. said that if she lives 7 days (that was last Tues) he would be surprised. This is the 6th day. I expect a phone call any time. My husband Jim and his half brother and his wife from VA have been with her since the day after her stroke. There's so much to take care of as well as visiting with her. She doesn't recognize them and it's so hard for them to see her in this condition. At least she isn't suffering. Our mentally handicapped son James and I will not go to NC until her death. I don't think James could handle all of this and we don't really know how much longer she will live. She spent the week-end with us in the NC mountains this summer at a 50th birthday party for our younger son and she later told me she had the best time of her life. That's how I want to remember her. She is 88 and in excellent health. Didn't have to take any medicine.

Our older son is arriving here tomorrow from Austin, TX to spend a week, and will go to NC to see his grandmother. We will go with him if the timing is right for us to go.

If I didn't have all of this to think about, I probably would be worried about my heart problems. This is on the back burner (worrying) right now. I will go into my "Scarlett" mode and think about that tomorrow.

Friday Night Fever!

Small towns still turn out for high school football games every Friday night in the fall. I don't recall it being so hot at our football games when I was in high school over 55 years ago. I graduated in 1952. What I do remember is how cold it was sometimes and the fog that hung over the football field when the stadium was downtown by the levee. People often refer to the old stadium as "Foggy Bottom". It is still being used by the Elba Recreation Department. Tonight was the 4th game of the year for Elba and they have won all 4.


The year I graduated our football team was great and won every game that year.


I was in the band my junior and senior year and played a clarinet. Travelling to the ball games in the big yellow school bus was so much fun. I remember that we travelled in a Greyhound bus to the National Peanut Festival in Dothan and Mrs. Dorsey rented a suite of rooms at a hotel downtown Dothan so we could rest and get ready to march in the parade.


Another time our band marched in icy cold weather (January I think) at the governor's inauguration in Montgomery (don't remember which Gov.!!) It was so cold I remember my fingers sticking to the metal clarinet.


The band got new uniforms the year before I started playing in the band. I have a photo of our band in 1951 that I will post here when I locate the picture.


What is different at ball games now is the bands don't just play Sousa marches anymore. They do Broadway music and dance on the field. They have color guards and dancers (?) on the field at half time. They have a big truck to haul their instruments, etc. to ball games. We had to load ours on the school bus and walk around them or hold them in your lap.


Oh well, time marches on and there's a vast improvement in the bands of today as compared to those 50 years ago. But I bet we had just as much fun and I know we sounded just as good or better.


The new Elba High School stadium is so nice. The seating is on the side of a hill and the playing field in the center of the "bowl".


You know what I like about the current stadium? There's no smoking allowed so you can breathe nice fresh air. And it's so much fun to greet your friends at the ball game. Many of our friends have grandchildren playing for the Elba team, or cheer leaders or in the band.