Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Guest Author



Occasionally I get requests from readers to submit their own articles for publication on our modest website.

The author is a man named Jason Lewis....and this is what Church means to him.


-Ed


This is How Attending Church Can Improve Seniors' Health
By Jason Lewis

As seniors look to improve their mental and physical health, they often consider exercising,

eating healthy, and meditating. One way you can improve your health that you may overlook is
attending church services. In fact, attending worship services boost seniors’ health in several
ways.

1. Church Services Relieve Stress

A study done by the Center for Research on Men’s Health at Vanderbilt University found that
people who attend church, synagogue, or mosque services have less stress and live longer. In
fact, the study found that middle-aged men and women reduce their risk of mortality by 55%
percent. Additionally, the study found that “non-worshipers had significantly higher overall
allostatic load scores and higher prevalence of high-risk values for three of the 10 markers of
allostatic load than did church-goers and other worshipers.” Allostatic load includes
physiological measurements of cardiovascular, nutritional/inflammatory, and metabolic
measures; the higher the load, the more stressed the individual is.

Church services also give seniors a quiet place
to pray, meditate, and reflect. Attending church
gives people the opportunity to be mindful and
put their worries to the side or lift them up in
prayer: “It can be difficult to make ourselves focus on the here and now, especially if we’re going
through a transition as life-changing as addiction recovery. But taking even a few minutes a day
to be mindful of all we have in the present moment – and especially all we have to be grateful
for – can help us feel more at peace with ourselves, our surroundings, and our circumstances.”
Being present in the moment during a church service does wonders for a senior’s mental health.
2. Socialization through Church Activities Boosts Physical and Mental Health

Seniors who attend church services find socialization opportunities and a community that
welcomes them with open arms. Church members visit one another, provide meals for one
another, run errands for each other, send cards and notes of encouragement, and a variety of
other kind things throughout the year for fellow congregation members. Seniors who feel
isolated or who struggle with depression benefit from knowing that others care.
They also benefit from socializing in general because they establish relationships with others
and feel less lonely. In fact, loneliness is a significant cause of concern when it comes to
seniors. According to Seniorly, individuals who are lonely are twice as likely to develop the form
of dementia linked to Alzheimer’s disease than those who are not lonely. Other studies show
that socializing helps seniors fight illnesses and boost their immune systems.

Church activities also boost physical health in seniors. For example, many churches host
luncheons for seniors during the week or after the worship service. Seniors have the chance to
eat a free, healthy home-cooked meal, which provides the nutrients a senior needs to stay
healthy.

Churches also commonly host exercise classes and hobby times for seniors. Many of these
activities are led by community resource centers and are designed specifically for retirees. By
attending these activities in their churches, seniors benefit from socializing in addition to being
physically and cognitively active.

3. Attending Church Services Decreases Risk of Certain Diseases
Fitness magazine points to a study conducted by researchers from the Harvard T.H. Chan
School of Public Health to demonstrate how attending church benefits people’s health and
decreases their risk of certain diseases. Specifically, the study found that regular church
attendance results in a lower risk of mortality and a greater longevity. For example, women who
regularly attend church have a lower risk of dying from cardiovascular causes and a lower risk
of dying from cancer.
The lead author of the study contends that “groups that not only have social gatherings but also
have a shared sense of meaning, healthy behavioral norms, and a common vision for life would
have a larger effect on mortality than, say, would merely showing up at a bingo game.” That’s
why the church seems to figure so prominently in improving health for seniors.

Seniors benefit mentally and physically from attending church. Worship services relieve stress
and promote mindfulness. They also provide socialization opportunities for seniors to combat
loneliness and certain diseases.


-JL




Wednesday, April 04, 2018

LDL Tuesday, April 10th 11:30am

By Jerry Gaudet

"LDL" (Let's do lunch) will next be held on Tuesday, April 10, 2018, 11:30 AM at "Jimmies" Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Help spread the word!  Invite other classmates to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
We sure hope you'll come!
 


Friday, March 30, 2018

Church News

With the current controversy involving the Pope, there are some in the Catholic hierarchy who regret not electing Cardinal Antonio Sicola instead of the current Holy Father.

Cardinal Sicola was  hghly respected and qualified for the job.

However, the decision was made NOT to select him for fear of inviting  derision and jokes about the name, Pope Sicola.

(Get it?    Sorry folks, I just couldn't resist.  -Ed)

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Ball Point Pens

Did we use ball point pens at Central?

I don't remember......do you?

Those pens were pretty expensive in the early 50's, so we might have continued  using "pen and ink" for quite some time.  Also, they weren't very good.  (they "skipped" a lot.

-Ed

"Get Out Your Pencils and Paper......"

On No!

Those dreaded words..........which were always followed by a "Pop Quiz!"

"Oh, the humanity!"  to quote one of the bystanders at the  Hindenburg disaster.

At 82 and a half years old....going on 83.... you'd think I had deleted those words from my memory a long, long time ago.   Nope.  I've tried......but haven't had any luck;  they're still there.

-Ed

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

"Beware the Ides of March"

According to Shakespeare, that was the warning given to Julius Caesar just before he was done away with by his "friend "Brutus.

But that's just "book learning" stuff, most of which I've forgotten.

What the heck is , or are...."ides"....anyway.

Well, I looked it up...and it means "middle of the month."

Whew!! 

We survived again!

-Ed


Thursday, March 08, 2018

"The Storm is Always Worse....

...from the window !"

I don't know where that quote came from....but it's right on target!

I was reminded of it..on my way to the dentist this morning, while hoping that would be the case today.....because from the "window in my mind"...I had conjured up a frightening scenario of what horrors just might occur in that soulless looking building in Tyson's Corner, Virginia in the next hour.

I would not be peering in the window at this event.

I would be sitting in that ugly black chair next to the "spitting bowl" with that white napkin around my neck.

A "filling",,,,is bad enough...but this was for an (Horrors !)  EXTRACTION!

Not ONE....but TWO!


"Oh the humanity'"


He left the room for about 5 minutes....supposedly to allow the Novicain to  take effect.

At least, that's what he said.   I believe it was an act of human decency and courtesy...to allow me time to finally decide whether to STAY......or Jump out the window!

Just before I had made my final decision (I had gotten through "Ennie......and Mineie........"but just before ... "Moe"....Dr. Doom returned ..with pliers in hand....

Flash, Bam, Allakazam!!    Not 15 seconds later.....it was over!

He said I'd feel some pain tonight...and I do...but nothing like the pain my mind had scripted...through that "stormy window! drama"  in my head,

-Ed


Wednesday, March 07, 2018

Whoops !


This  website may not have many viewers.......BUT.......the ones we DO have....are the smartest in all of webdom!!

One of our brilliant and sharp-eyed viewers  (Bob Ellis by name) points out that the CORRECT date for the next LDL is TUESDAY MARCH 13th.......!!

This website originally listed an incorrect Date for that event.

The CORRECT date  is.....Tuesday, March 13, 2018!!

Thanks Bob!

-Ed
By Jerry Gaudet


We are on go for "LDL" (Let's do lunch) to be held on Tuesday, March 13, 2018, 11:30 AM at "Jimmies" Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please help spread the word!  Invite other classmates to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
We sure hope you'll come!

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Ripe Old Age

When the Doc slapped us on the back...in 1936, give or take a year of two....and announced to our parents that  they had a healthy child....who would probably live to a  "ripe old age."

I'm glad he was wrong!

Say what?

Yep.....I'm glad he was wrong...Don't misunderstand....he was "well meaning," but... a "Ripe old age" in 1936 was 50 years.

I assume that anything older than that is"past the expiration date."

And we've been on the "Priced for quick sale" shelf for quite sometime now.

But, by golly (that's the way we used to "cuss".....back in our day)  I hope you will join me in fighting  this "growing old" nonsense...down to the wire!

Beginning today....I am going to make a concentrated effort to RESIST ....and STOP acting OLD!

No longer will I do weird things with my tongue.

Nor, repeat myself....over and over.
Nor talk like Titus Moody.
Never admit that I know who Titus Moody was.
Never use the expression "Back in my day."
Never complain that today's songs.....have no tune.
Never ask your grocer when he's going to start giving out green stamps again.

Etc., etc.....You get the picture.

-Ed


Monday, February 26, 2018

Hanging Up Her Skis

      By Obie Oakley      


Lindsey Vonn, medalist in three Olympics, has acknowledged that this was her last run down the hills as a participant on TEAM USA.  She will be missed.
            In other news from the slopes, Maxcyne Motte (Yawarsky) , member of Central High School Class of 1954 has also announced her retirement.  At the end of this season, she will no longer purchase her annual pass to ski  the slopes around her home town of Ogden, Utah!

            Maxcyne has skied every season for forty-eight years!  Wow, what an accomplishment. 
            She watched the Winter Olympics with great interest since she was a volunteer at the 1992 Games in Salt Lake City and knows what goes on “behind the scenes”.

            Called Mad Max by her kids, she is to be
congratulated for this achievement of longevity and staying healthy.  Must be pretty darn good.  Way to go Max!
            We're proud of you.

-OO

Out of the Past


Just wondering......How many of this class......are still with us? 

Monday, February 19, 2018

Jimmy Weller Passes

One of my oldest friends, Jimmy Weller died a few nights ago  of cancer.
I should have more details soon, but I know that Jimmy was battling the Big C for quite some time,
See the source image Personally, I still remember the 3 or 4 year old Jimmy peddling his tricycle down East 5th street from his home on Greenway Ave. and
"introducing himself".....however kids that age did it....

we remained friends from that day on.
Jimmy was the bravest of my friends back then.  He was the first to try to smoke a cigarette....
Correction!   It was not a real cigarette......we didn't have any cigarettes....but Jimmy and I (being "brain surgeon smart" ) made some.
We found some cigarette paper...somewhere....and figured that coffee grounds looked almost exactly like tobacco....so....we made our own cigarettes.  Looked just like the real thing.

For you scientifically minded.....coffee grounds burn faster than cigarette paper.  Or maybe it's the other way around.
At any rate...our experiment gave new meaning to the term, "Hot Lips."

Jimmy and I cooled things off with a swig of two from a bottle from  his dad's medicine cabinet  that Jimmy called "VO DAK."
He was right about it being great "medicine."
It made me feel real good......and I wasn't even sick!

By this time .....THE LONE RANGER was on the air...and after he gave the widow lady he had just saved from the bad guys...a silver bullet, it was time for me to go home.

Correction....stagger home.

Rest in Peace, Jimmy.

Ed

A Service of Witness to the Resurrection will be held Saturday, March 3, 2018, at 11:00 am in the Chapel of First Presbyterian Church, Spartanburg. Memorials may be made to Winter Warmth, First Presbyterian Church, 393 E. Maine St., Spartanburg, SC 29302 or St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, 501 St. Jude Place, Memphis, TN 3





Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Night Thoughts

Here it is Sunday night.

That's when we began to get back into our "school tomorrow" mode.  When the voice on the radio announced "....and now Drew Pearson's PREDICTIONS OF THINGS TO COME........."
bedtime...and another week of school was imminent.

Damm it!

Although school, Elizabeth, Piedmont, and Central, were all exceedingly good to me (Thank you fellow students) Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday mornings were  usually distasteful. By about 10  am each day...my body had adjusted itself to the fact that it was destined to dance at least one more day on this mortal coil.

Because of work schedules, Sunday Dinners were the only time my family and I sat down and dined together.  I ate all my other meals at restaurants. George's Grill, across from Mercy Hospital, was my favorite. They didn't advertise the fact of course, but anyone could dine there.....even if you were destitute and had no money to pay.  I saw it happen many times.

I ate several meals at a boarding house on Hawthorne Lane...down a little ways from Saint John's Baptist Church, but on the other side of the street.  The food was great.  You had to be there at exactly 6 o'clock when they began serving. Everyone was seated at a long table...and ate "family style."  A lot of teachers, several of whom taught at Piedmont and Central ate there; in fact they lived there.

I only ate there a few times, because I felt that being a "student," I was inhibiting their conversations, and....well, I just didn't fit in at that dinner table.

So, back to George's Grill.

That night There happened to be a couple in the booth next to me....sharing one plate.
A few minutes later, the cook brought them another plate.....at .no charge.
I decided then and there....that's where I'm spending my dinner money for the rest of the year.

I doubt if Georges Grill is still there...on East 5th Street across from Mercy Hospital.....but if it is....it's the first place I'm going to look for next time I'm in Charlotte.
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I began this story talking about Drew Pearson.  I got to be personal friends with Pearson soon after I came to Washington.  He appeared several times on my local TV show....and was always an excellent guest!

Pearson lived on a "working farm" outside Washington.  He even bagged and sold fertilizer from his farm. He labeled it "Drew Pearson's Fertilier....All COW....No BULL

Getting to know and  "rub elbows" with well known people was a wonderful benefit to my chosen profession.

I never mentioned this,, but every time I talked with him......my mind would wonder back to Sunday nights......in Charlotte....and........thoughts of having to go to school tomorrow!

-Ed

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Catch Up

By Diana White

Hello, dear people!  I owe you a catch-up email, after Warren's very welcome Weakly Reader and Elloise's email and all.  So, let's see.

I had, if not the flu, a bad bronchitis.  My dear friend Claudia had the flu.  Our symptoms were similar - except I had no fever, only a bad cough that whistled when I breathed out, no energy, and no will to get up and get on with it.  Not common for me.  And she had body aches, headaches, some nausea, the cough, and the same lack of zip.  Uncommon for her.  We both are finding that it takes awhile to get back to what passes for normal - my usually-encouraging son Reid, family physician, told us to give it four to six weeks before we really were all the way back.  I think he was adding a week or two, for my advanced age.  

At least I had plenty of books.  I had been to the library just before I woke up sick, and - embarrassment of riches - also to Barnes and Noble, so I was well supplied.  The scary thing was not feeling like reading anything challenging.  So I put aside some of my concerned citizen books (in view of #45, I have found myself wanting to read some other viewpoints - like The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump).  And I picked up Newgrange and Stonehenge books; son Reid gave me a wonderful book on Newgrange, which set me off on a book-trek.  I re-read some of last year's Inklings; daughter Kay gave me a wonderful book about The Inklings - CS Lewis, JRR Tolkien, Owen Barfield, and Charles Williams, which started me off on almost a year-long trek to find all their writings; Barfield is the hardest to locate - he was a practicing attorney, and wrote only a few other kinds of things; who wants to read briefs!  And (blush) I read Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb and Debbie Macomber and mysteries and romances and easy stuff. Mysteries are my go-to quick reads.   And I have yet to dig into some of the English lit/history/see-the-big-picture stuff I'm gathering...of course, Newgrange added archaeology to the list.  

I cleaned out my sewing room last year, and set aside about three UFOs (a quilter's Unfinished Objects - we all have 'em) to finish.  There's one now, not quite finished, that I had almost decided to give Mary Sue Banks Burnett - but it wasn't ready to take to her in time.  I was blessed to get to the Hospice in Monroe, near Charlotte, to which Clyde took her, the last few weeks of her life.  We had four remarkable days, to visit and catch up and - just be together.  Not sure when I'll get that quilt finished now.  It'll tell me.  I think I'll know where it's supposed to go, too, all in good time.  And then I'll scrounge around in my sewing room and get going on the next thing.  If I live to be 100 I won't get all my fabric used up...

And as always, I am planning some quilty things to have done by Christmas, a perpetual Work in Progress.  This year, it's table runners.  I got a couple made last year, and they were greeted with glad sounds, so I'm encouraged.  And, o happiness, they don't take as long as a full-sized quilt, even hand-quilted.  Yes, I prefer hand-quilting.  I had two teachers when I started, in 1990 - they were sisters, and Libby was a machine quilter and Debbie was a hand quilter.  So I enjoy both.  But the handwork - that has always been my joy, even before quilts.  

Couple of art projects I have in mind, and lots of writing projects.  Still working on My Story.  It's about 200 pages now; I've told some of you, it's my Uncle Bob's fault.  He lived to be 104.  At 90, some of us received his collected writings, essays and memories and musings.  Like all the Cappses (my mama's people), he was a good storyteller.  At 100, he gave us the party he'd promised at his 90th.  We all got a present.  For at least a year before the 100th, he and his dear daughter Sue collected all his writing (yes, all the old yellow legal pad notes and jottings on cards and Christmas letters), she transcribed them all, gathered photographs, and put together for him what turned out to be about 100-125 pages with B/W photos and much family data, a BOOK!  It instantly became a family treasure, and went into extra printings - everyone wanted one for someone else.  Reid and Kay each got one - and immediately I heard, "Mama, this is wonderful!  If you start now, just think what you could pass on!"  So I started.  I'll write like fury for a few weeks, and get busy on something else and put it aside.  Then I'll go back and edit and get caught up again, and write some more.  Time to get to it again.  I won't even try to set an end date.  But I do keep a couple of back-up zip drives with what I have so far, so the children can have that at least, if I don't get the thing finished and printed and bound...

We don't travel much anymore.  We used to get in the truck, hitch up the camper, and take off, for a week at spring break when I was teaching, and for several weeks in the summer every year.  State parks are great places to camp; we could stay out much longer than if we'd traveled by air or train and stayed in motels.  Good memories!  Now, it's mostly traveling to family - Reid and his wife Alex are in Kingsport TN, Kay is in Knoxville, Ivan's son Don and his wife JoAnn are in Greenville, and many of my cousins are in Charlotte or near there.  Family is important - I'm trying to work out now, how to get together with Ivan's nephew Scott and his Tami, to give Jackson (almost 11) and Ava (just turned 8) their birthday and un-birthday presents; we had a conflict on Ava's birthday, so we're re-planning.  

My Agnes Scott Class of '58 has our (gulp!) 60th reunion this year.  How'd that happen?  I need to make reservations.  

And this evening Ivan and I are going to Mad Italian, for the fun of eating out on Valentine's Day; like some other older folks, we'll go early!  Hope you have special plans too.  I put one Valentine into Ivan's swim bag this morning before he headed out to the pool where he works out three days a week (started when he had Physical Therapy after some scary stuff).  He brought home red roses and baby's breath.  And now we're going out, and I'm not cooking.  Really, Life is pretty terrific.    

And that's the news from Diana Kay Carpenter Blackwelder White!



Tuesday, February 13, 2018

The Ghosts of Past, Present and Future

By Warren Sparrow


Most folks think of the “past” as some distant memory. For me it could mean my days and nights at The Charlotte Observer or my first glimpse of the Mighty Wasp, my oceanic home
for three years. Today it means something different. It means yesterday, literally yesterday.


Yesterday was, like Stevie Wonder sings, “an ordinary day.” It was a day filled with the usual, mundane things. It began with making the bed here at Huntington, a neighborhood within
Forest City, NC 28043, a town of 8,000 souls. After making the bed, I enjoyed breakfast with Mary Sandra. We had our “usual” Cheerios sprinkled with walnuts and blueberries. In order to
“better ourselves,” we read not one but two newspapers, The Charlotte Observer and The (Not) Daily Courier which is published in Forest City four days each week.


The balance of the morning was consumed by attention to personal grooming, etc. Next came lunch. Because it was Friday, we did what we do every Friday: Meet with the Lunch Bunch which is a gaggle of Mary Sandra’s longtime pals, usually four to six of them. Yesterday there were four. We met them at El Michoacan in the center of Forest City. A good time was had by all.


After lunch I undertook a major project, one which required great patience. I “decalcified” our Kuerig 2.0 coffee-maker. It took two hours! Believe it or not, our coffee tastes better. Once this time-killing job was done, it was time again to get serious about bettering myself. Instead of sticking my head into the internet sand, I returned to a book I had been reading for a month: Grant by Ron Chernow. I was about 100 pages from the end (Page 959),
vowing to finish it before bedtime.


After supper I watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy before returning to Grant. A little after 9 p.m. I finished the book. I learned that Grant died of throat cancer, having been a heavy smoker of cigars. He weighed 80 pounds at the time of his death. I cried while reading the last few pages.


My melancholy passed quickly thanks to NBC’s broadcast of the Olympic opening ceremony. Did you see the drones? Wow.
Let us now turn to the “present.” It is Saturday morning, a tad gloomy and wet. I am enjoying my new surroundings although they are not so “new.” I have been living in Forest City
for about 16 months. Our home is one where Mary Sandra has lived for about 30 years. It has two bedrooms, 1.5 baths and a good-size living area equipped with a big, flat-screen Visio TV.
We truly “have it made.” We have two air-conditioned cars, an air-conditioned condo, a dishwasher, a refrigerator, a washing machine and a dryer.

For “outside” entertainment we go to baseball games at the local ballpark where college players spend their summers learning to hit
with wooden bats. The beer is cold and the barbecue is hot. We have season tickets.


We go to high-school football games. But, we do not have season tickets. We go to concerts played by the Rutherford County Symphony at the local community college which is
named Isothermal and has a large and well-appointed auditorium. We go to the movies, driving to Shelby (25 miles) or to Spartanburg (35 miles). By the way, we liked Darkest Hour better
than Dunkirk.


Finally, let us turn to the future. I am going to sell the West End home. Though I have gone back and forth on this notion for many months, today I am firmly committed to selling the
“old family home place.” My future is not tied to that unheatable barn in any way. The house and its contents are part of a life well lived. They are the “past.” They are not the “present” and
they are most assuredly not the “future.”
So I say goodbye to my old friend. I will miss you. Let us go forward on separate paths.
I will be pulling for you. Please pull for me.


Gratefully yours,
s/ Warren Sparrow

12 February 2018
Forest City, NC

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

LDL February 13th


Here we go again as "LDL" (Let's do lunch) will be held on Tuesday, February 13, 2018, 11:30 AM at "Jimmies" Restaurant in Mint Hill.
Please help spread the word!  Invite other classmates to come!  Even better, bring someone with you! 
We sure hope you'll come!

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Raiford

It takes time, but when a loved one, or close friend passes, inevitably your sadness and grief lessons and  slowly, but surely turns to pleasant and even humorous memories.


I do my darndest to jump start that process. Life is short.


And at my age, getting even shorter.

The first time I heard him on WBT in 1952, I believe, I was


"hooked."

His intelllegence and professionalism came barreling


through the radio like nothing I had ever heard before
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from any local DJ.

As a fledgeling announcer/DJ myself, I was mesmerized.

I decided there and then that I had to meet this man.

My excuse was to invite him to speak to my high school


"radio club" under the leadership of Mr. Gil Balance,

a long time CHS English teacher and radio enthusiast.

Bob Raiford accepted my invitation and made


a memorable presentation to our class.  I remember his

opening line to this day. He quoted Tenneyson,

"I'm a part of all that I have met."

and went on to advise the class to "learn from those


they admire," but never imitate.

I did my darndest to stay in touch and learn about the radio


business from this man as possible.

Good fortune has often been my friend, this was


no different. My fledgeling career landed me in two radio

stations (WSOC and WTOP) at which Bob was working...

giving me the opportunity to observe and learn as much as

I could from one of the best in the business. 

Having known me in Charlotte...as "Ed Myers,"   and in


Washington...as "Lee Shephard'....he called me "Eddielee."

Those were memorable days indeed!

Bob and I stayed in touch after he moved back to Charlotte


and became  a staple on the popular "John Boy and Billy" show.



He retired from that show about 2 years ago, after a stroke

disabled his speaking ability.  A voice, that entertained

audiences for more than 60 years!

Rest in Peace, Bob.

"-Eddielee"


Monday, January 29, 2018

My Boyhood Home

I'm withholding the address for fear of disrupting the neighborhood....like a stampede or something.

But my old boyhood home that my Mom and Dad purchased in 1936 for 6 thouisand dollars was recently sold for over 200 thousand.


That's an impressive figure; however, it would have been much more if....I had revealed what I'm about to tell  you

There's a buried treasure on that property!

I know because two friends of mine, Earl Pope, Jimmy Weller and I buried it there in 1946.

I was sworn to secrecy, but to give you an idea of how valuable the treasure is....I can reveal that among its contents are:   a Tom mix secret decoder ring, complete with an "emergency" whistle, and "straight shooters" membership card, an autographed picture of "Tony," Tom Mix's horse  (Yes, apparently he could write) and several other priceless items.

Although I was greatly  tempted  many times to dig up the treasure (to purchase our home and send our kids to college..etc)...

I resisted.

So there it lies...undisturbed for over 60 years.

Oh...and one more thing:  Don't try to find the spot and  dig it up;  There is a CURSE on it!

The curse is:   IF THE CURRENT HOMEOWNER SEES YOU DIGGING UP HIS YARD...HE WILL EITHER SHOOT YOU OR ,CALL THE POLICE AND YOU WILL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR GOLDEN YEARS IN THE LOONEY BIN for digging up a man,s yard looking for a Tom Mix decoder ring!

Monday, January 22, 2018

Jimmy Pourlos




Jimmie Chris Pourlos, 85, passed away on Saturday, January 20, 2018 at Novant Presbyterian Hospital. Jimmie was born in Domianous Greece on June 8, 1932, son of Efrosini Frankoskias and Chris Pourlos. Jimmie was the embodiment of the American Dream. He immigrated to the United States in March of 1951 and settled in Charlotte, NC. Jimmie arrived in America by himself with only $11 in his pocket, but through hard work and determination quickly found success in his new home.

During his first two years living in America he worked at Central Drive-In, known to the students of Central High as "The Maid". In 1953 he acquired the restaurant and renamed it Jimmies Restaurant. After 50 years on Elizabeth Avenue, Jimmie's moved to its Mint Hill location where it is currently run by his sons: Chris and Deno. Jimmie was a devout Orthodox Christian and was highly involved in his church, Holy Trinity Cathedral. He was a charter member of the Holy Trinity Cathedral Foundation and a member of the Parish Council for many years. Jimmie was a founding member of the Charlotte Greek Festival and served as its treasurer for 23 years. He was also a member of the Evrytanian Association.

An avid outdoorsman, Jimmie loved to hunt and fish. He spent countless summer days fishing at Surfside Pier and autumn mornings running his beloved beagles. He made many lasting friendships through Jimmie's Restaurant and even met his future wife while she was a student at Central High. Ronnie Rallis and Jimmie were married in the Greek Orthodox Church June 1, 1958 and remained happily married for almost 60 years.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his son George Pourlos, whom he missed dearly. His siblings: Stelio, George, Rodothea, and Elizabeth; all of whom died during the Greek civil war. Survivors include his wife Ronnie Rallis Pourlos, his son Chris and wife Athena, his son Deno Pourlos, and grandchildren Demetri, Alex, and Christena Pourlos all of Charlotte, North Carolina and Gabrielle Gibson of Austin, Texas, stepmother Helen Pourlos, brother Steve Pourlos and wife Haido all of Greenville, South Carolina, his sister Rodoula Giorgiadis and husband Thanasi of Athens, Greece, and many nieces, nephews, and cousins whom he loved very much. Of all the things Jimmie cared about in life, family was always the most important. Visitation will be held Tuesday, January 23 from 6pm to 8pm, with a Trisagion at 7pm at Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday, January 24 at 11am at the church, with burial at Evergreen Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in Jimmie's name to Holy Trinity Cathedral Foundation, 600 E Blvd Charlotte, NC. The family would like to extend a heartfelt thanks to our special angel Kameelah Blackwell for all her love and care for Jimmie. Notes of encouragement and condolences may be made to the family by visiting ellingtonfuneralservices.com.