Wednesday, August 07, 2019

CHS'54 "LDL" is Tuesday , August 13, 2019, 11:30AM

Here we go as"LDL" (Let's do lunch) will be held on...
Tuesday, August 13, 2019, 11:30AM @ Jimmie's Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please help share the word!  Tell and invite other classmates to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
Hope you get the idea that we'd really like to see you and sure hope you'll come!

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

The next LDL June 11th

By Jerry Gaudet


 Hold still.  You can wait until next week, but don't forget.
The next "LDL" (Let's do lunch) is to be held on...
Tuesday, June 11, 2019, 11:30 @ Jimmie's Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please share the word!  Tell other classmates!  Invite them to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
Hope you get the idea that we'd really like to see you and sure hope you'll come!

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Warren Sparrow's Tribute to a Fallen Soldier

s The Weakly Reader
Volume. V, No. 2
Forest City, North Carolina
27 May 2019
Memorial Day: Why I Cried
To my Charlotte Central High Classmates, family and friends within a mouse-click from this
message, I send you greetings and good wishes on this Memorial Day. For reasons not clear to me, this
day of remembrance is more poignant than previous ones. Perhaps the reason for my more serious
reflection is because I went to the service with Mary Sandra in my new town which calls itself Small town
friendly. Deep roots. Forest City, NC, is true to its slogan.
With a population of approximately 8,000, Forest City reminds me of The Saturday Evening Post
covers. From 11 a.m. until noon today this town brought me to tears. Main Street was blocked off for
the event. Rows of white folding chairs, some tucked under and equally white temporary tent, were
mostly empty when we arrived 30 minutes before the start of the service. The effect of those rows of
white empty chairs was sobering, a reminder of the white crosses overlooking the beaches of Normandy.
As the 11 o’clock hour grew closer, the white chairs began to fill. People clustered on the
adjacent sidewalks. Parents brought their young children, a gratifying site to be sure. There was no
parade, no ice cream, no Cokes, only a bunch of serious-looking veterans about to do a serious job.
Smartly at 11 the program began when a retired Marine sergeant, resplendent in his ribbon-
adorned dress blues, gave the crowd a history lesson about Memorial Day. His military bearing got my
attention. His delivery and command of the facts inspired me. All the while the town’s large American
flag stood guard, flapping slightly against a cloudless Carolina Blue sky.
Set Pieces
Events like this one have some set pieces, i.e. the presentation of the Colors. Today the Marine
sergeant introduced the color guard, four members of a local high school Marine Junior ROTC program.
They looked too young for the part but they, like the sergeant, looked smart in their dress-blue uniforms.
The woman who sang the Star Spangled Banner did an excellent rendition, an uplifting one perfect for the
somber occasion.
The program moved along with a series of speeches by veterans, each one a story of
extraordinary sacrifice known personally to the speaker. During those speeches I was reminded of what
happened long ago and far away. Today, on this bright Monday morning in the town with “deep roots,”
the town that is “Small town friendly,” I cried. Here is why….
In June 1954 at the Charlotte Armory, Principal John Otts awarded diplomas to the graduating
seniors of Central High School. Mary Sandra and I were two of 300 seniors who received our diplomas
that night. Both of us were headed to college, Mary Sandra to Women’s College (now UNCG) and I to
Cow College (now NC State University).
Slide Rules and Drawing Kits
A third senior in our class had agreed to be my college roommate. In September 1954 we moved
into Owen Dorm Room 207, bought required slide rules and drawing kits, fully confident that we would
do well. After all, we had taken college algebra, solid geometry and trigonometry at Central High School.
Indeed we did well, making A’s on the weekly freshman math tests which were given every Saturday
morning.
Meanwhile, others from our Central Class of 54 were not doing so well. One of them was failing.
He said he was going to take the Naval ROTC exam, hoping to get a scholarship. If he got the
scholarship he would transfer to another school because State did not have a Navy program, only Army
and Air Force ROTC. Because State was a land-grant school, every student was required to be in one or
the other for the first two years. Juniors could opt out.
My roommate and I pondered what our classmate said, thinking it was odd that someone who was
doing poorly in school would think he could qualify for an academic scholarship. Nevertheless, we
agreed there was something to be said for taking the Navy exam.
This nationwide test was given throughout the country on the same day: Saturday. “Why not
take the exam?” we wondered. It would give us an authorized excuse to miss a Saturday morning math
quiz. By taking the exam in Charlotte, we could leave Raleigh Friday after class and go to a Central
basketball game that night. Perfect.
Spit-Shinning
We executed the plan to perfection. We passed the exam. So what? Neither of us had given
much thought to leaving State. We were doing good, spit-shinning our Army ROTC shoes and making
A’s in math. Even though we had passed the exam, we had not been awarded a scholarship. All we had
done was go to a high school basketball game.
In a few days the proverbial plot thickened. The Navy scheduled us for physical exams in
Raleigh. My roommate and I shrugged. We not only shrugged but we knowingly did not show up.
Neither did we call the Navy to say we were not interested.
A day or two passed after we turned our backs on the Navy. My roommate and I were in our
room when the dorm counselor came to the door and said there was a phone call for my roommate. (The
counselor had the only phone on the hall.) My roommate went to the phone and returned, saying “It’s the
Navy wanting me to reschedule the physical.” He continued, “I told them I was not interested and they
want to talk to you.” Upon hearing this, my brain popped. As I walked down the hall toward the
counselor’s room, I thought, “This is an opportunity to stop worrying about my college expenses.”
When offered the opportunity to reschedule, I immediately said, “Yes.” At the physical, the
Navy chief petty officer who weighed me looked at the scale, looked at the rule book and said with a grin,
“Slim, you passed.”
Prepared to Leave State
Assured of the scholarship, I prepared to leave State after one year for Duke’s Naval ROTC
program. My roommate chose to stay at State. For the next three years, he flourished. He made good
grades, was a campus leader and was commissioned as an Army 2d lieutenant upon his graduation in June
1958. Smart, soft-spoken and unselfish, he became an Army helicopter pilot. Now I come to the part of
this tale that makes Memorial Day so important to me.
My roommate, my high-school friend whose steady hand guided me through my time at State,
was killed 30 May 1961 in Laos while flying a helicopter for Air America, an arm of the CIA. The US
government at first said he had crashed in bad weather. Later it was disclosed that he had as many of us
suspected been shot down.
How my roommate went from an Army helicopter flight instructor to CIA combat pilot in Laos
has never been clear to me. What is clear to me is he “paid the ultimate price.” His name is Charles H.
Mateer. He was Charlotte’s first casualty in the war in Southeast Asia. So there you have it. I cried
today and now you know why.
The Weakly Reader
Warren Sparrow, Editor and Publisher
165 Fox Run Road
Forest City, NC 28043
wsparrow@ix.netcom.com

Saturday, May 18, 2019

The Next LDL

I understand that our old friend Herb Jacobiwitz is planning  on attending the next LDL event.

Great News!

I only wish I could get down there for one of those events myself. !

But that will have to wait...my old man eyesight is making driving more and more difficult.  And that's here around town.  Long driving trips are pretty much history for me.

However, I have 3 great kids with perfect eyesight.....

So, I'm still in the game.

The game of keeping up with some of the great people I was blessed to attend good old Central High school with!

Now, all I have to do is convince one of those future brain surgeons  that he, or she, really wants to drive almost 300 miles with a half senile old man to have lunch with a bunch of his old buddies.

Ed

-Ed

Friday, May 17, 2019

Lights Out

...is the way that old spooky radio show began....it used to scare the heck out of my sister and me....The episode I remember to this day was about a woman whose voice sounded more and more like a Cat's meow....as the show went on, and by the conclusion, she had actually turned into one.
That's about all I remember about it, but that obviously was enough to make me remember it for the next 60 or so years.

I'm not sure if the show was called "Light's Out" or not, but that's the way it began...with the announcer's "voice of doom" calling for  "Light's Out."
At which point (and this was in the 1940's when the whole family was sitting around listening to the radio) my Dad would switch off the lights.

And then it got really scary.....

Sometimes I think I would be over 6 feet tall today....if it hadn't been for that radio show. I'm convinced that it stunted my growth at least to some degree.

But like most kids....my sister and I loved to be scared by crap like that.

And our Dad loved to join the fun.

the next "lights out" episode in my childhood was not a radio show....but real.

My father was out of town on business that particular night, and my Mom, Sister and I  were returning home from a trip to Stanley's Drug Store...and as our car started up our driveway...the dining room lights, which my Mom  had left on....in our house, suddenly went off.
We knew my Dad was still in New York, and my Mom and sister and I were together in the car....the obvious question was "Who turned out the lights?"
We didn't dare enter the house...not knowing who could possibly be in there.
So Mom did the sensible thing and drove back to Stanleys and called the police. they arrived about the same time we did and Mom gave them the keys. One officer stationed himself at the rear of the house to capture the intruder if he tried to escape that way,  while another officer entered the front
...with gun drawn.

After about 10 very tense minutes.....the lights came back on, and the brave officer emerged.

Alone.

"All's well," he exclaimed.

Great work, I thought.....and he didn't even fire a shot.

I was waiting for the intruder to be dragged out of our house.....when the officer came over to our car and said,  "It was a fuse."

He went on to add that, "When your car started up the driveway, it obviously caused a loose fuse to become completely unattached and caused the lights to lose power.

That makes for a pretty boring story…...

But, sometimes, boredom is GOOD!

Ed



Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Wind Sprints, Two Laps and

"...there goes 50 Dollars."

Words burned into my 17 year old brain.

Words still there after all these years.

Windsprints were a form of torture, usually performed after an hour of vigorous  football practice. We were required to line up and run at full speed for about 20 yards...for 3 or four times...or until we dropped.

:...there goes 50 dollars" was uttered by our formidable principal, Dr. John Otts...when he emerged from his office after hearing a loud bang following the collapse and destruction of a marble bench in the first floor hall....caused by my trying to pull it a few feet to the left in order to hang an election poster.
His words, haunt me to this day,
"There goes 50 dollars."

And he turned and went back into his office.

Never even imagining that ….more than 50 years later...I would remember that like it was yesterday.

-Ed

Wednesday, May 08, 2019

It Seems like just yesterday...

...we were sitting the auditorium listening to our glee club singing "While We Are Young".....
and I was feeling a little guilty because I felt it was a bit too much like "bragging."

...and it was.

But, if you are going to brag.....that's the time to do it.

The next opportunity we'll have will probably be when we're in our late 90s.

Speaking of the CHS auditorium, I'll never forget how uncomfortable I felt for the speaker who had no idea that we had our own peculiar definitions for certain words.

For example..the word Squirrel….you know...the little animal that  is in most of our trees around here.

He was trying to make some kind of point ….by telling the story of a man who went squirrel hunting....So every time the poor guy mentioned the word ..we would snicker.  I even saw a couple of our female teachers trying to contain  their laughter.

The poor man finally finished his speech and left....probably thinking the we were the most insane group of kids he'd ever encountered.

-Ed


Tuesday, May 07, 2019

Country Club Set

Even those of you who grew with me and my modest family probably never realized that we were members of the "Country Club Set.

Well, at least my father was.

He dropped by "the Club" just about every night after work
 and enjoyed a couple of "shooters" with  the other 4 or 5 members. "Fill 'er up" was their official motto.
And their cocktails were all high test.

The club was on he corner of East 7th and Pecan. You have probably driven by there many times and never realized what it actually was.  That's understandable because the sign outside the establishment reads as if it's a "filling station."

And it WAS…..IF you were a "member."

You could even get gas for your car there too.

It's gone now, at least the country club aspect.

Next time I'm in Charlotte I'm going to go by there and tell them to "Filll er Up"

…..and see what happens.

-Ed

Next LDL

Now, the real thing!
Our usual disclaimer (and vision test)...This message is being sent to all CHS'54 classmates for whom we have an E-mail address. We recognize that many of you live great distances away and may not elect to "do lunch", but we want you to know what we are doing and hope you'll come when you can.

Not yet, but it's coming soon! The next "LDL" (Let's do lunch) is to be held on...
Tuesday, May 14, 2019, 11:30 @ Jimmie's Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please tell other classmates!  Invite them to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
Hope you get the idea that we'd really like to see you and sure hope you'll come!

Saturday, April 20, 2019

College Life

In all my four years in college I only lived in a dorm for one semester. Other than those first 3 months or so, I made other arrangements.

The only thing I really liked about my first semester of living in a dorm…….was the Loud music.

Say what?  The loud music?   That must be a typo.

Nope, it's true. the loud music blaring from the room across the hall never failed to  entertain and inspire me. (The reason, he told me, that he turned it up so loud, was so he could
enjoy it while he was in the shower down the hall.

It wasn't "rock and roll"...….because that hadn't been "created" back in 1955. It wasn't "race music" (which was what "rock" was called when it was first invented.) It wasn't even "Pop."

My hallmate was a classical music fan!  And the music was beautiful!

Aa far as I know....no one on our floor ever complained.

-Ed


Friday, April 19, 2019

Clark Gable Never Wore a Beanie

I spent the first semester of my freshman year in college at Furman University in Greenvile South Carolina.

Why Furman?  Because my boss at WGIV, Francis Fitzgerald , a man I greatly admired went there. And I was given a small scholarship.

As a freshman I had to wear a ridiculous little beanie cap with an F on the front, so the upper classmen would know who they could "Haze."

This was college?

After about 3 weeks, my girlfriend from high school came to visit. I tried to play the role and look the part of a sophisticated college man, but it was hard as Hell to do.  How sophisticated can one be...wearing a beanie?

She did her best not to laugh...and she didn't. but I could see in her eyes that she was thinking ......this "romance" thing is not exactly what she thought it would be. After all, there were not any Hollywood movie scenes showing the leading man wearing a beanie.

The only way I could have looked less like a leading man is if the beanie had a propeller on it.
I don't believe I was able to overcome her image of me wearing that beanie. Our romance never flourished after that.

-Ed







My Latest...

...favorite Hillbilly song title:

"If Your Phone Don't Ring,
It's Me"

Weakly Reader By Warren Sparrow

The Weakly Reader
Volume V, No. 1
Forest City, North Carolina
18 April 2019
BIG APRIL
From the Town of Forest City, North Carolina, I welcome you on this bright April
morning to the latest edition of The Weakly Reader. What a month this April has been. In the
aftermath of the Notre Dame fire, many folks are having a hard time saying “Happy Easter.” To
make matters more unsettling came the strange behavior of a woman obsessed with the
Columbine massacre of 20 years ago. We still have 13 days to go!
Amidst all this angst let us not forget “that famous day and year.” Yes, it was “the
Eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five,” according to Longfellow who wrote about it 85 years later
(April 19, 1860). We all know the story of Paul Revere’s Midnight Ride. How long has it been
since you read Longfellow’s account? I am not sure I ever read “the whole thing”… until
yesterday.
The Weakly Reader humbly presents the following abridged version of “The Midnight
Ride of Paul Revere:”
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the Eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
(Paul tells his pal to hang a lantern or two, etc.)
Then he said “Good-night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her mooring lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
(Paul’s pal wanders through town, looking for clues.)
Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the somber rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.
(Meanwhile, Paul is antsy, waiting for the signal from his pal.)
And lo! As he looks, on the belfry’s height
A glimmer then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And, yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
(Paul is on his way. In Bedford he hears the crowing of a cock, the barking of a farmer’s dog.)
You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmer’s gave them ball for ball….
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
There you have it. Big April: Easter and The Midnight Ride, together By the way,
both events needed someone to spread the word. Who? Naturally, two guys with the same
name: Paul.
Thanks for listening. Happy Easter and God bless America!
The Weakly Reader
Warren Sparrow, Editor and Publisher
165 Fox Run Road, Forest City, NC 28043
wsparrow@ix.netcom.com

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

I Remember

...the coach telling us, in the locker room, before the game....that
" ...you will remember this for the rest of our life..."

And that was true. those games...the practices...the windsprints….in 90 degree summer weather…"cotton mouth".....

Yes, I remember.

And the games....I remember some of those too.

But, the "real" action.....or so I was led to believe. began after the game.

Now, donl't get me wrong, I/m talking about the victory parties, etc.

all riight, maybe a kiss or two from my girlfriend...but that's it.

However, truth be known, that's why I, and just about every other high school male, put up with such physical torture.

The mental picture in my mind...was of an after the game photo of the girlfriend of the her gridiron  hero looking longingly  into his eyes.....just before the  kiss.

But the truth was:

"Don't spend so much time in the locker room talking with your buddies...….we've got to be at the after the game party in 30 minutes."

"Yes Dear."

Ed


Monday, April 15, 2019

Oh, say. can you see......

Somewhere,and don't ask me where, I came across the lyrics of  what was called "The Central High School Anthem."   The only thing I remember about it were the first few lines.....which were…..  "On the banks of Sugar Creek...…"

Well, that's what killed it for sure.  Otherwise, we probably would have sung it at our graduation.

-Ed


Wednesday, April 10, 2019

College Days

I still have my  "beanie" that freshmen at Furman were required to wear.

It's a little blue cap with a big F on the front.

The purpose was to let the upper classmen know who they could harass without consequences...for at least a semester.

It was not a fun time for me.  After all, this was college, for crying out loud ...not junior high school.

But it was "tradition"....held over from the 1930's or so.

I chose to go to Furman because my boss at WGIV, Francis Fitzgerald, a man I greatly respected, went there.

During the 3 months or so I was there, I never felt real comfortable.  Too many things just didn''t match my idea of what I thought college should be like.
For one thing, boys and girls were housed...not only in different dorms....but dorms 15 miles apart....on the other side of town.

The girls dorm was called "The Zoo."  That was the OFFICIAL name...not a nickname, but the official name!   (A great injustice however....because some of those South Carolina girls were absolutely  beautiful!)

Our dorm had a "Den Mother."  We were required to be in our rooms by `10pm each night......
etc..etc.....

This wasn't my idea of "college life."

I transferred the very next semester to UNC.

It wasn't perfect, but it was where I should have been from the very beginning.

Tuesday, April 09, 2019

Violin Lesson

I was in the fourth grade at Elizabeth School when a music teacher came in our classroom with his violin...with the purpose of getting kids interested in learning a musical instrument.
He gave his talk about the "joy" and benefits of learning to play an instrument....mainly to deaf ears.
Then, he put the violin to his chin....and began to play a few bars of "The William Tell Overture"....also known as "The Lone Ranger's theme song!"

It was an epiphany moment for me!  I was hooked.  I didn't put the violin down very long for the next 12 years.

I took private lesions from a wonderful man, Michael Wise as well as a very nice lady, Mrs Evelyn Spratt.  Both terrific teachers!

But the lesion I remember most happened one hot summer day when I was practicing a particular  difficult passage of music  I was preparing for an upcoming  concert with the very professional Charlotte Symphony. I was honored to be selected to perform with them for one concert.

But that one particular passage....had me completely baffled. I tried playing it several different ways...but none seemed right.  And there was no one I knew of that I could call to find out.
Then I heard a voice from my open window…...
"Pardon me," he said.
It was the yard man....the man my Mom had hired to cut our lawn.
"I couldn't help but listen to you practicing....and I must say you sure do a fine job with that fiddle.
but, you're misreading that particular passage you're working on. "
Then, he went on to describe how it should be played.

At my next lesson with my teacher, Mr. Wise, I played the passage as the yard man had told me....and Mr. Wise was amazed... and impressed.  He said I was the only student of his who had ever interpreted it correctly.

I just smiled.

-Ed

Monday, April 08, 2019

"Pow, Pow, Splat..."

"Look, look.
See Dick.  See Jane...….go up the hill."

Now which one of those "stories" do you think 5 year old Eddie Myers couldn't wait to read?

You got that right. "Pow, Pow , Splat" comic books won every time.

What happened after Dick and Jane went up that hill....would have to wait a few years before Eddie and his buddies would give a hoot about that.

As good as our teachers were....they could only lead us in the right direction. To really learn anything, bottom line is......YOU have to teach yourself!

And to do that ..you have to WANT to learn....whatever the particular subject is.

I think if one of our teachers had told me WHY...........I wanted to learn algebra...I would have done much better.

-Ed

Sunday, April 07, 2019

Buying Time to Think

"Well, well, well...….said the three Artisions…..."

Now that makes no sense whatsoever.  But I've been saying that for years....

I think it's something I say when my mind is in a "holding patterrn."

That is, when I'm confronted with something that is totally unexpected.....and I really don't know what to say......but I know that I'm expected to say something.

Uttering that meaningless phrase....allows me to borrow a little time while I try to think of something

President Nixon used a similar technique.....he used to say, "About that....let me say this....."  which gave him a few seconds to organize his thoughts.

That's my opinion anyway....

-Ed




(to be continued...)



Friday, April 05, 2019

Nancy Robinson Passes

By Jerry Gaudet

I was saddened to receive the following email:




"I am Jack Heintzleman, husband or your classmate, Nancy Robinson.  I am sad to report that Nancy died last Thursday, March 28th.  She was buried in the Bridgewater, Virginia town cemetery.

Nancy has enjoyed reading emails concerning the activities of  her Central High School friends.  Thanks for your many notices.

Go well, Jack "

We have the following contact information:
Mr. Jack Heintzelman
Sunnyside Eiland Assisted Living Center
3935 Sonnyside Dr, Suite B, room 366
Harrisonburg, VA 22801


Everybody Has at Least.....

...one great true story to tell!

I believe that.

My son David and I were sitting at a restaurant in Falls Church, VA a few years ago when I departed this great wisdom to him.

"For example," I said, "I'll bet our waitress, who just served us...has experienced at least one unique and fascinating event in her life."

So, to  prove my point, I asked her, as she was serving our coffee, to tell us of her most exciting  event in her adult life.

"Easy," she said. "I'll never forget  it. It was the day...not long ago, if fact,
right here at this very table....

that I served Buck Owens' bus driver..."

"How's your schoolwork coming ,Son...….…."

=Ed

-Ed

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

Next LDL Tuesday April 9





Our usual disclaimer (and vision test)...This message is being sent to all CHS'54 classmates for whom we have an E-mail address. We recognize that many of you live great distances away and may not elect to "do lunch", but we want you to know what we are doing and hope you'll come when you can.

You've waited long enough to hear! The next "LDL" (Let's do lunch) is to be held on...
Tuesday, April 9, 2019, 11:30 @ Jimmie's Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please tell other classmates!  Invite them to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
Hope you get the idea that we'd really like to see you and sure hope you'll come!

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Obie Retires

Carolinas Freedom Foundation Announces


Retirement of Longtime Executive Director Osborne “Obie” Oakley
and Hiring of New Executive Director Susan Perry Yarber
Charlotte, NC January 15, 2019...Osborne (Obie) Oakley retired in January 2019 after serving 16
years as the original Executive Director of the Carolinas Freedom Foundation. The organization
conducted a regional search and is pleased to announce that Susan Perry Yarber has been hired
as the organization’s new Executive Director.
When the Carolinas Freedom Foundation was founded in 1995 by former prisoner of war and
retired Air Force Col. Quincy Collins, he drafted fellow Citadel alumnus Oakley to manage the
foundation’s programs, including its signature events: the Carolinas Freedom Foundation
Veterans Freedom Breakfast and the Carolinas Freedom Foundation American Airlines
Veterans Parade.

After serving as a Green Beret in the Army, Oakley returned to Charlotte and ran his family’s
successful printing business. In addition, he worked to create service opportunities for himself
and his fellow veterans. Thirty years ago, Oakley and two friends raised the money to build the
Vietnam War Veterans Memorial in uptown’s Thompson Park. He has: chaired boards, raised
money and awareness, and been a prime force behind the Carolinas Freedom Foundation. For
his tireless work to serve others, the Army honored Oakley with its highest civilian award, the
Distinguished Civilian Service Medal.

Susan Perry Yarber is the organization’s new Executive Director. Yarber’s multilayered
background includes marketing at Fletcher, Barnhardt & White, non-profit management and
fundraising through her years with the Charlotte Chamber, Alliance Credit Counseling,
Blumenthal Performing Arts, and more. Yarber’s family has deep connections to many branches
of the armed services. With years of experience in events and volunteer management, Yarber is
already an asset to Carolinas Freedom Foundation.

Carolinas Freedom Foundation has retained Terri DeBoo of Terri DeBoo Ideas@Work, a
Business Growth Advisory firm, to manage the Executive Director transition and coordination of
corporate and individual fundraising.

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Thursday, March 21, 2019

Funeral for Bobby Wells' brother, Ed

Fw: Ed Wells Funera - Update


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John Lomax

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Dear Classmates,  The following emails regarding services for Ed Wells were sent by Walter Mills. 
Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2019 10:10 PM
Subject: Re: Ed Wells Funeral - Update

UPDATE - A cookie and punch reception will be held in the Worship Center foyer after the 1 PM service on 3/30.   Walter
On Wed, 20 Mar 2019 21:58:37 -0400 <walterdmills@juno.com> writes:
The service for Ed Wells will be on Saturday, March 30th at 1 PM at First Baptist Charlotte.. 
This is a week from this Saturday.  There are extended family members that cannot be here until later.  I am not sure about receiving of friends at this time.  I will let you know when I hear more.
Walter