First Class Delivery

In 1964 Linda and I realized that we were going to have a roommate in 7 or 8 months. It was time to find an Obstetrician.

Not just any old obstetrician......would do for me. It had to be the best.

Jackie and John John Kennedy

So, being in the same town as the President, I figured that any Doctor the President and First Lady chose, would probably be good enough for me.

Throughout my life,“Ignorance” has often been my friend. Most people would have been “smart” enough to know that someone “off the street” like me wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance to have the physician that delivers the President’s children....deliver mine!

But that’s exactly what happened.

(Linda disputes this. She says it was because I was such an important media person at the time. But I think I just told her that back then to impress her.)

At any rate, Dr. John W. Walsh became Linda’s doctor. His brother, was Dr. William B. Walsh, who founded and led Project HOPE, a nonprofit program that provides medical training, health education and humanitarian assistance around the world.

Dr. Welby

Linda was crazy about Dr. Walsh. He was the kind of Doctor that most of us knew as kids.....a “Doctor Welby” bigger than life figure, who could almost make you well....just by walking into your room. They used to do that, too! Doctor visits back then meant that he would visit you!

(Jackie Kennedy requested that Dr Walsh meet her at Andrews Air Force Base to help her cope with her grief when she returned from Dallas on that fateful day.)

The night I brought Linda into Georgetown Hospital to deliver our first born, I was, to put it mildly, a basket case. But when Dr. Walsh met us in the waiting room I felt as if warm oil was being poured down my back.

Linda and John Myers Shephard

What a relief! I knew then that Linda and our baby were in good hands and I might even survive as well.

Two years later we’re in the same waiting room. Linda’s in Labor, but she’s very calm and serene.


I’m a basket case.

Georgetown Hospital Washington, DC

But this time, there’s no Dr. Walsh!

It just so happened that Ethel Kennedy was also having a baby that day. So, it looked like the young intern would be delivering our second child!

I’m certifiable by this time.

Instead of Dr. Welby, this young kid, barely out of medical school, is going to be delivering our baby? I wasn’t sure if an “intern” is even a real doctor or not, (he was) but I wasn’t at all happy about it. Besides, his name was Don Payne.

Doctor Payne!!

I was getting some bad vibes.

He came out into the waiting room and formally introduced himself to me and explained that Dr. Walsh was delivering another baby at the moment, but would probably be able to be here in time to deliver mine. He mentioned the latest timing of the labor pains......etc.....and the longer he talked, the more he didn’t seem like a kid anymore.

He came and gave me up-dates about every 20 minutes.

There was no feeling of that “warm oil” running down my back, but some of Dr. Walsh’s bedside manner must have rubbed off on him because his demeanor was starting to settle me down a bit.
My hair was no longer standing on end and I had ceased bouncing off the walls.

Dr. Walsh did arrive in time to deliver our second child, David, but by then it didn’t seem so important to me. Dr. Payne had sold me.

Linda and I both became very fond of Don. A couple of months later, he invited us to a party at his house in the posh Spring Valley neighborhood of Northwest Washington, where we met his beautiful wife and four little boys.

Hollywood couldn’t have contrived a scene depicting a more convincing picture of a young man who has “the world on a string!”

I would like so much for this story to have a happy ending.

But it doesn’t.

In the late 70’s Dr. Payne, by then one of the leading gynecologists in Washington, went through a messy divorce.

Jessica Savitch

And in 1981 he married the troubled NBC TV anchor person Jessica Savitch. A few months after their marriage, she suffered a miscarriage which her friends said Don blamed on her hectic schedule.

On August 2nd of 1981, he hanged himself in the basement of their home in Washington.

On October 23rd, 1983 Savitch had dinner with Martin Fischbein, VP of the New York Post. Driving home after the meal the station wagon in which  they were traveling veered off the road and went over the edge into the shallow water of the Delaware River, landing upside down in the mud which sealed the doors shut.

Mort Crim, who co-anchored a local Philadelphia TV newscast with Savitch in her pre-network days, is quoted as saying, "She attracted tragedy like a magnet."

Jessica Savitch was 36 years old.  -Ed



(Editor's note: The picture of Linda holding our first born, John Myers Shephard was taken in the bathroom of our apartment when he was about 4 months old. He's laughing like Hell because he just saw himself in the mirror for the first time. Click on picture to enlarge -Ed)

From the Mailbag

Someday soon.....little kids will be asking their parents,  "What's a mailbag?"
But, until then here are a couple of emails I'll pass along:

Obie Oakley sends this one:

Unable to Take Richmond : 

Abraham Lincoln once asked General (Winfield) Scott the question: 

"Why is it that you were once able to take the City of Mexico in three
months with five thousand men, and we have been unable to take Richmond
with one hundred thousand men? "I will tell you," said General Scott.
"The men who took us into the City of Mexico are the same men who are
keeping us out of Richmond ." (Confederate Veteran Magazine, September
1913, page 471) 

******

Ellouise has returned  safely from her West Coast work/vacation tour:

Ellouise's California Cut

"We had a great trip to California - visiting our daughter and her family (our 3 grandsons), time with Jim's family in Fresno and LA, and I performed Pushing Boundaries at the Rogue Performance Festival in Fresno. We both enjoy this Festival - because it is held in the Tower District- which is Jim's growing-up neighborhood and the people are so warm and friendly. This was their tenth year and the Rogue is like a well-oiled machine - runs smoothly for everyone. Did think about CHS54 though - our rental car had XM Radio and I kept it tuned to and blaring all the 50s music. Music is wonderful isn't it - brings it all back.

I changed my "look" a bit in Fresno - let the enthusiastic young woman in a Tower District beauty shop loose on my hair- "its too cute, on you."  Well - it is different!

 We left in the cold and came back to see that Spring is trying to spring. That is nice.

Hugs,

Ellouise

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Don and Letty Nance:

Letty and I went to the ACC tournament. When we returned home I went to the web page and enjoyed reading about the wire recorder. I remember there was one at Piedmont and I used to record with it. I remember the spool of wire was mess if I was not careful.

Of course, you had someone at the radio station to fix it for you , just like you had someone bait your fish hook.

I hope all is well with you and your family. Letty and I are planning to go to the beach a few days next week. 

Don 

(NOTE:  What Don is referring to is the time he and I went fishing in a row boat in the Catawba river one summer. He obviously doesn't understand the rules of the sea.

Since I sat in the front of the boat, I was the "Captain."  He sat in the back....with the oar; therefore he was technically the "crew." Everyone knows that the crew is responsible for rowing and baiting.  -Ed)

Captain Eddie

Of all the people I ever interviewed in my years of broadcasting, undoubtedly, the most impressive was World War One “ace” and Medal of Honor recipient, Eddie Rickenbacker.

 Eddie Rickenbacker

It was 1967. He had just written his autobiography and was in Washington to promote the book. Rickenbacker was 77 years old, which to me at the time seemed very old. It had snowed the night before and Washington traffic was at a standstill. The chance of anyone getting to the station on time for a live, morning TV show was very slim.

But he made it.. He had walked from his hotel which was about 10 blocks away.

Autobiography (1967)

Not far into the interview I got the distinct feeling that “Captain Eddie” (which was what he preferred to be called) wasn’t there ‘just to sell books,” but to make sure that “Washington” was reminded how “wrong headed” it sometimes could be.

It certainly had been about him.

Rickenbacker was a well known race car driver prior to World War One. As it became more and more obvious that the United States would soon be drawn into the war, he convinced a group of his fellow race car drivers to join him in presenting a plan to the US Government for using airplanes for more than just observation (as it was then doing.)

His idea was to use airplanes as offensive weapons....and, in his opinion,  there were none more qualified than his group of top notch race car drivers who also knew mechanical engines as well or better than anyone. He said that his squadron of drivers, which he called the Aero Reserves of America, were all in agreement and ready to begin immediately.

The government rejected the idea because:

#1 Rickenbacker and the others did not have college degrees.

#2 They were too old........(pilot candidates had to be under 25 years old at the time)

#3 The fact that they knew engines so well meant (in the mind of the government) that the pilots would refuse to fly if they thought their engines weren't working properly.

So in May of 1917 Rickenbacker used his racing contacts to join General “Black Jack Pershing’s” expeditionary force as a “driver”...eventually becoming General Billy Mitchel’s chauffeur. It was only through Mitchell that Captain Eddie was allowed to finally fly.

Ace of Aces

Medal of Honor

Rickenbacker became America's "Ace of Aces" downing a total of 26 enemy planes.

He told of his saddest memories of seeing so many American pilots holding on to the tails of their burning planes as they went down in flames.

Other than the engine, the planes of that era were primarily made of wood and canvas. An enemy bullet to the engine would usually start a fire that would burn from the front to the back.

The Germans had parachutes, but the American government did not allow our pilots to carry them for fear they would "jump out" at the first sign of danger.

The other story that Rickenbacker told that day was about the time during WW2 when he was asked to deliver a message orally to General MacArthur in the south Pacific when the B-17 in which he was traveling became lost and ditched at sea.

He and the crew spent 21 days and nights floating in a rubber raft in the shark infested Pacific ocean before being rescued.

They had no food....and only occasional rainwater to drink.

About half way through their ordeal, an almost unbelievable event occurred.

To occupy time and to try to keep the men's spirits up, Rickenbacker suggested that they hold a prayer meeting each afternoon. Shortly after prayers were over that first day, a possibly lost and exhausted seagull landed on Rickenbacker’s head. He ever so slowly raised his right hand and captured the bird.

 After rescue

They called it their "gift from heaven."  Whatever it was, It saved their lives. They divided the bird into equal portions and ate it..

Afterward, they used the entrails as bait.....and caught enough fish to allow them to survive their ordeal.

Three weeks from the day of their crash landing in the Pacific, they were spotted by a US Navy plane and rescued. Rickenbacker and all but 2 of the 9 people on board the B-17 had survived.


Captain Eddie said that ever since that experience, never a day had gone by that he didn’t drink a very large glass of water.

Another thing he happened to mention was that in addition to never getting a college degree...

......he also never got a pilot’s license......

......nor a drivers license. -Ed

Linda Garmon Huggins Recovering

 By Frank Clontz (CHS 55)

Linda Garmon Huggins had her second round of surgery for a stubborn cancer on March 2nd. She is home now recovering from the surgery; one, which the doctors say went well. This was her second round in about six months along with one round of Chemo and Radiation.

When my wife and I were in Florence several months ago visiting her and Ross, she looked good, however thin. The second surgery required was a surprise to her because the doctors, upon a follow-up, found a new growth and wanted to get it as quickly as possible. I talked with her yesterday (3/13) and she sounded very tired, something to be expected. Those classmates that wish to send her a card please do so at:

Linda Huggins
2548 Keswick Dr.
Florence, SC 29501

Please, no phone calls at this time.  -FC

THE GHOST BOOKS (Part Two)

The Lincoln Chair

The Last Photo taken of Lincoln

“He pictures the tall man in the stovepipe hat walking at dusk through the fallen leaves, coming slowly down the winding path, The grieving man would doff his hat, duck his head, and enter alone, to stand for a moment by the child he'd lost in the White House in the winter of 1862.
Here, more than any other place in Washington, by this secluded tomb carved into a hillside in Georgetown's Oak Hill Cemetery, historian James L. Swanson feels the mournful essence of Abraham Lincoln.” 

That’s how the Washington Post began their article about the well known historian.

That’s very close to how ordinary citizen, Ed Myers, felt too.

But not many ordinary citizens have ever been there. In fact, very few people even know about it.
I didn’t either, until I began working with John Alexander on his ghost book in 1973.

The site is the Thomas Carroll Mausoleum in Washington’s Rock Creek Cemetery. It’s where the heartbroken Lincoln placed the body of his favorite son, eleven year old Willie, until he could be transferred to his final resting place in Springfield, Ill.

The Lincolns didn’t own a burial plot in Washington, so they accepted the offer of William Carroll, clerk of the Supreme Court to place Willlie’s body temporarily in the Carroll family vault.

There’s no greater tragedy for a parent than the death of a child.. Lincoln was quoted as saying, “My poor boy. He was too good for this earth. God has called him home. I know that he is much better off in heaven, but we loved him so, It’s hard, hard to have him die.”

His death devastated his parents. Mary Lincoln could not bring herself to attend his funeral and remained bedridden for three weeks; she would not emerge in public for months afterwards. Abraham Lincoln, who had stayed at Willie's side through his illness, would shut himself in his room after his son's funeral to weep, and often had dreams of spending time with his son.

The Lincoln Chair

In fact, Lincoln was reported to visit his son’s body often, spending long hours there. At least on two occasions he had the crypt opened. It’s said that he would sit and stare at the youth for hours, apparently  Lincoln could not bear to leave the boy alone in that cold, dark tomb.

There was a wrought iron chair, just inside the tomb which I photographed while working with John Alexander.
In all likelihood, it was the chair the grieving Lincoln sat in.

I say, WAS...... because shortly after I took this picture, the tomb was vandalized and the “Lincoln” chair disappeared.

That’s the reason the photograph could not be reproduced. And apparently, no other picture of the chair exists..


 Willie and his father both traveled back to Springfield on the Lincoln funeral train in 1865.

-Ed

Website Beautification Continues

Warren Sparrow submitted this classic picture to our beautification project!  It's just the kind of picture that old philosopher had in mind when he said, "A picture is worth a thousand words!."

Warren and Becky Sparrow Family  (1969?)

It's also just the kind of thing your kindly old webmaster is looking for!

Have you sent yours in yet?   -Ed

Coping with Grief and Loss

 By Jerry Gaudet

Betty (Rose Templeton) Palomba passes along word that Theresa Bartholomew, who is the daughter of classmate Betty (Pressley) Leone, has written a book, "Coffee Shop God", explaining the death of her brother, Steve, (Betty and Richard Leone's son) and now has written and is producing a documentary about the murderer.

Here are some links to Theresa's project...


http://www.thefinalgiftfilm.com/gallery.htm provides a photo gallery. Betty Pressley Leone can be seen in the aqua dress.

http://www.thefinalgiftfilm.com/documentary.htm describes the project

http://www.thefinalgiftfilm.com/book.htm gives a synopsis of the work.

Further information from the author...
From: therese@thefinalgiftfilm.com

LDL 29!

By Jerry Gaudet




CHS’54 celebrated “LDL” on March 8, 2011, at Jimmies Restaurant. Proprietor, Chris Pourlos, son of Ronnie and Jimmy, on seeing Mary Sue’s decoration asked “where is the green beer?” St. Patrick’s Day was evident all about. Many thanks to Mary Sue and Clyde for their work in brightening our surroundings.




The “REAL” celebration came when Lou and Betty Palomba arrived, both looking as bright as new pennies. After all that Lou (and Betty) has been through, it was a true celebration…

On being welcomed by Mary Sue, on behalf of us all, Lou responded by expressing their great thanks to all of us for the many encouraging emails, cards, and prayers lifted for them, crediting these gestures for keeping them strong through their ordeals and helping Betty to be his "rock". It was a great celebration!

This was our 29th “LDL”. Shirley Maynor would be proud that we continue...and probably is keeping an eye on us!

We always gather for “LDL” on the second Tuesday of each and every month, the next being April 12. Get your taxes done so you will be in a good mood and come join us. We will look forward to your being with us. Call a classmate and suggest that you meet at Jimmies!…or offer to pick them up!!   -JG

The Spool of Wire

The Germans invented the “tape recorder.”about the time the Nazis began trying to take over the world.

Disc Recorder

After the war, we brought that audio technology over to this country and the radio stations began using tape for the first time. Before then, they had used either discs.....which were actually “cut” with a recording needle, or wire recorders, both of which produced an irritating amount of noise into the recording, known as "hiss."

Wire Recorder

Tape, produced a remarkably noise free signal.

In 1948 my dad bought radio station WAYS' old wire recorder...for $25 bucks.

I used it for years to practice “trying to sound like a radio announcer,” my passion at the time.

Wire recording from Ed's attic

I have no idea what happened to that old relic, but when cleaning out our house on East 5th street. I found a spool of wire at the bottom of one of the boxes which I recognized as part of that old machine. It probably contained recordings of me at age 12 or so.....pretending to be Edward R. Murrow......or who knows what.

I brought it up to Virginia where it sat in a box for another 10 years.

Recently a radio engineer friend of mine, whose hobby is rebuilding obsolete radio station equipment  (He built an exact copy of the radio studio and all the equipment of the first station he ever worked for....complete with a working transmitter.in his home.) happened to mention that he had just completed rebuilding an old “wire” recorder and it was working perfectly.

I couldn't resist digging out that old spool of wire.......and asking him to see if anything was on it, and, if so, make a CD of it.

It turned out to be the third radio show I ever did at WGIV. My father had recorded it off the air.....in the fall of 1952.

Lets go to the tape!

I mean, WIRE:

(Theme song, Washington and Lee Swing....up and under)

Ed  1952

“Good morning everyone......this is Ed Myers....welcoming you to another half hour of recorded music and news of the Charlotte High Schools.


Training all of our thousand watts and the 1600 kilocycles we open our show with “Water can’t quench the fire of love....”


I was dreadful. The records I selected were almost as bad.

Jack Campbell

Bill Bullard

There were two special guests on the show that day, Bill Bullard and Jack Campbell......both of whom had just been named “All State” for the football season just ended.

Neither said very much, but then my questions to them were pretty lame.

Neil Jones 1952

Apparently, Neil Jones had driven them to the studio...because I mentioned him as being one of the studio guests.


I gave special mention to the finalists in the just concluded “I Speak for Democracy” contest:

Barry Clark 1952

Jo Ann Casey, North Mecklenburg High
Linda Hughes, Tech
Jimmy Sample, East Mecklenburg
Joe Hass. Harding
Barry Clark, Central
Doris Ann Williams, Clear Creek
Vernon Greg Jr., 2nd ward
James Jones Jr. Myers Park
Melvin Boyce, Pineville
Dorothy Greer, Plato Price
Jeanette Green, West Charlotte and
David Foley, O’Donahue

One of the records was "Why Don't You Believe Me," by Joni James (who was new enough at the time for me to say "some call her Johnny, and some say Joni.")


Another was Jambolia by Homer and Jethro:


Jambolia and a pizza pie and a bowl of soup beans,
Potted ham and a can of chocolate covered sardines,
When we sing, it sounds just like a cat and dog fight,
But we don't sing for money.......just for spite.

Mercifully, the show was only 30 minutes long.

It made me realize that memories are best stored in our minds, not on some cold electronic medium.

That small spool of wire also reminded me that now, as I'm winding down my radio career, I'm going out the same way I went in......broadcasting news of Central High School. The only difference is the tools I'm using.

Those thousand watts and 1600 kilocycles have been replaced by the station known as CHS54.net.  -Ed

Diamond Jubilee Launched

By Ellouise Diggle Schoettler
 (Re-printed from her March Newsletter)

Ellouise 1936

This is my Diamond Jubilee Year. My 75th birthday is in July so I am celebrating this passage by telling stories in important places of my life - touching the stones, so to speak.


In February I went to my hometown, Charlotte, NC to launch the celebration.

At Elizabeth School

I told the story of "The Day I Started the First Grade" for an Assembly at the Elizabeth School - where, on the Tuesday after Labor Day my Daddy walked me to school before he left for WWII. The first grade classroom today is the same one that was my classroom.

At CHS LDL

Telling the same story at a luncheon for about 40 members of the Central High School Class of 1954 prompted an hour-long Story Swap as we all shared our memories of that day - and others through our school years together. It was a celebration for all of us - sharing our Diamond Jubilee year.



And, I told an evening of stories for the Olde Mecklenburg Genealogical Society at their meeting.

Telling the stories of some of my family - brought them close to me and reminded me how deep my tap roots are in this place of my childhood. Grateful for this review.

All the while I was in Charlotte I could feel memories surfacing and new stories percolating. More will be revealed.

Loved every minute of it.

(I will be catching these memories and posting other stories on a new blog - My Diamond Jubilee.) 
                                                                                                                 -Ellouise


Proof that "75" is the "NEW 50"  (not for me, but for Ellouise) take a look her schedule:  -Ed


"March is Women's History Month and I am very happy to be telling my 1970s women's history program Pushing Boundaries frequently - from the East Coast to the West Coast.
March Pushing Boundaries


Rogue Performing Arts Festival
Fresno, CA
March 4 7:30 PM
March 5 1 PM & 8:45 PM
March 6 5 PM
Spectrum Gallery
608 East Olive
Fresno, CA
$5


March 16 Pushing Boundaries
7:30 Pm FREE
Tales in the Village
Friendship Heights Village Com. Ctr.
4433 South Park Drive
Chevy Chase, MD




March 22 Shepherdstown, WV
March on Washington - CWAO Group Shot
7:30 PM $15
Sponsored by Friends of the Library and
Shepherd University Women Studies Dept
Shepherdstown Men's Club
102 E. German Street
Shepherdstown, WV 25443


Coming Up
Ellouise blck and white
March 17 SWAN Event
Mixed Arts
Nat'l Mus. of in the Arts
Washington, DC


March 19 Flesh on Old Bones
Workshop
VASA Gathering
Masanetta, VA
www.VASA.com


March 26 SWAN Event
Storytelling and poetry
1PM
Puro Cafe
1529 Wisc. Ave, NW
Wash. DC


March 27 Bernadette Nason and
Ellouise Schoettler
3 PM


Details TBA
Chevy Chase, MD


April Stone Soup Storytelling Festival
28 & 29 Woodruff, SC

May 2 Flesh on Old Bones - Stories
Univ. GA Catholic Ctr.
1344 Lumpkin Street
Athens, GA
704-543-2293
Covered Dish supper at
6 PM (bring a dish)
Storytelling at 7 PM


May 5 Flesh on Old Bones WkShop
and
Concert
Anderson Public Library
Anderson, SC
More details later.


July Capital Fringe Festival, Washington, DC
details TBA
My Diamond Jubilee
New One-Woman Show"

Midwood School 1942-1948

 Mr. Levi


By Obie Oakley,

As we were growing up, the title of Mister implied a man with a position of importance to the one addressing him. For example it usually meant someone older or perhaps an authority figure. Mister carried with it a status of being dignified and wisdom in dealing with others. A Mister worthy of the title was compassionate and committed to fairness and a job well done. A true Mister was willing to take the time to encourage others and cause them to feel better about themselves.

In my years in Midwood Elementary School, the authority figure was Eva Burch, God forbid we ever referred to in any way other than Miss Burch. She was our principal and was an authoritarian ruler, quite stern and seemingly unapproachable to this young elementary student.


Of course there were the lessons we learned from that wonderful group of teachers we had who not only taught abc’s but also “life lessons” such as fairness, sharing, discipline, obedience and even Bible verses. These gentle dedicated professionals left us indelibly imprinted with many of the virtues of life that would remain with us for the rest of our lives. We remember them as Miss Price, Mrs. Minogue, Mrs. Craig, Miss Kennedy and Miss Yost to mention a few.

I think however, some of my real lessons in that environment came from Levi, never Mr. Levi, just Levi. You see, Levi was our somewhat portly custodian who came in early and made sure our classrooms were warm. Levi kept the building immaculately clean and the grounds cut and free of debris. He raised and lowered the flag on the front lawn every day. This quite gentleman was always dressed in a neat pair of bib-overalls and crisp shirt that seemed to be as much a part of him as his smile.

The thing I remember most about Levi was that he was would open the “book store” from an enclosed bookcase in the hallway and sell us our school supplies of pencils, paper and crayons. He would stand beside his “store” and patiently wait for us to make up our minds or fumble for the money our mothers had given us. It was during these times as well as others as he moved about the building that we were beneficiaries of his life lessons.

Perhaps the most memorable trait Levi passed along was his positive attitude. Always with a smile, always gentle he never seemed too busy to lean down and listen to the little 7-year old who wanted to tell him something. Levi taught us the meaning of dignity, firmness with a blend of fairness from an obvious position of certain authority.

Overdue as it may be, the time has come to correct an innocent and unintentional yet overlooked act of courtesy. So, here goes, sixty + years later, thank you MISTER LEVI! 

Midwood Kids    (Click on picture to enlarge)

Beautification Project

I was inspired by an email from Bob Ellis this morning to begin a WEBSITE BEAUTIFICATION PROJECT.

This is a "shovel ready" project.....and it works like this:

Dig deep (if you have to) into you photo albums and send me something beautiful that will brighten our day and make us smile!

I'll start this brilliant project off with what inspired me ........a picture of  DANIELLE NICHOLE HINES..........who just happens to be Bob's grand-daughter!


Let the smiles begin!   -Ed

Danielle Hines

Bob says that

".....As a proud grandfather, I thought she was, indeed, very beautiful. I appreciate someone else validating my thoughts..The dress she is wearing was hand made by my oldest daughter using a decorative embroidery process called smocking. Very proud of both!"

LDL on Tuesday March 8

By Jerry Gaudet


 

"LDL" (Let's do lunch) will be held on
Tuesday, March 8, 2011, 11:30 AM
at "Jimmies Restaurant"

Jimmies

off Hwy. 51 (in Mint Hill)
7024 Brighton Park Dr.
Mint Hill, NC




This link may help you find your way:

Spread the word! Invite other classmates to come!
Even better, bring someone with you! Be sure YOU, come!


For answers to any conceivable lunch questions,
please contact Mary Sue (Banks) Burnett, marysburnett@yahoo.com  -JG



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