|Wilson Snell 1958|
By Ed Myers
|Wilson's Boyhood Home|
Wilson was one of my oldest friends. He lived in what the Charlotte Observer called not many years ago "The Oldest Farm House in Mecklenburg County." Or maybe they called the "Last surviving Farm House," whatever, I loved that house. The backyard was about 40 yards from the railroad tracks that run almost parallel to East 7th Street. Weddington Ave was the name of the street. It was a major
I use that word, "Study" very loosely. I've written here before how we "studied." We spent all afternoon one day trying to discover the meaning of "reasonable facsimile," so we could make a couple of a Ralston Cereal Box Tops to send in for a TOM MIX decoder ring. It took the entire afternoon, but I guess we finally made one or two, because a few weeks later we received the rings.
We both agreed to tally that up to 3 hours of "study."
Wilson was always to first to be picked for our sandlot football games because he was the biggest kid in our neighborhood. He was also chosen as our gang's boxing champion. I think he won most of his matches, but he would have won them all if we had been able to ever get him "mad" at his opponent.
But he never did. I don't remember his ever "getting mad" at anyone.
By the time we got to Central, most of "our gang" had caught up, size wise, with Wilson so you probably don't remember him as being particularly "big."
But those of us who knew him well also knew of his "big heart."
Rest in Peace, Wilson.