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Strong Are Thy Walls, Oh Salem
by Amy Cass
As I was traveling east on
Interstate 40 into Winston-Salem
Saturday afternoon, I noticed many
trees and signs destroyed. I first
realized this damage right outside
the city limits. Slowly but surely
we creeped into town awed at the
damaged surroundings. My dad
commented "this wasn't just a bad
thunderstorm, something much
more serious has happened. " Since
I was unaware that Winston had
experienced a tornado I did not
expect to find my "home" in a
disastrous state. But the closer we
got toward the campus the more
extensive the damage appeared to
be. Then as we entered Old Salem I
could see that our community had
been hit by a tornado demolishing
God's nature and the beautiful
exterior of our college. I was
Examining Our Values
by April Edmondson
Have you ever considered what is
important in your life? In the last
few days I have pondered this
question many times. The answer I
have come to is one that I am
satisfied with and by no means
reflects what others should feel.
During this time of grief I have
thought many times about all of
the things we do in our everyday
lives that have absolutely no real
value. I am referring to the
superficial things we do in order to
appease others.
As I stood outside of the rear
entrance of Main Hall today and
watched as the tree men carefully
took down yet another tree from in
front of the Science Building I
began to cry. I cried not because of
the destruction that has occurred,
but instead because of the
tremendous beauty that God has
and always does share with us.
Even in the face of disaster we
are fortunate to be able to
experience the fresh smell of newly
cut trees and grass, the rainfall.
and the sincere care of all those
who have come together to help in
Salem's moment of need.
We have experienced a
tremendous devastation, however, 1
cannot help but feel grateful in that
our lives were spared. We were
located in almost ever area of the
campus. Even after the storm when
students were wondering
throughout the campus assessing
the extend of the damage no one
was injured.
It is not the exterior beauty that
makes Salem College what it is,
but instead it is the interior beauty,
coming from within the students,
faculty, staff, and administration.
In our moment of trial and
tribulation we must remember that
this institution is not represented
by the trees, but instead by the
young women that make Salem its
home. I believe we should count our
many blessings and remember the
second verse of the Moravian
Blessing;
"Bless thy dear ones everywhere,
and keep them in thy loving care."
devastated! I must go on to explain
that not only is this environment
important to me because I am a
student at Salem College, but I am
also Moravian.
I can remember visiting Old
Salem through the years. I came
with my first grade class, my
Sunday school class and my youth
group and toured the historical
park just like children continue to
do today. Throughout my life I've
cultivated the Moravian histroy
and cherished my ancestor's
triumphs and accomplishments. I
have a tendacy to brag about the
Moravians and the village they
constructed as Old Salem over 200
years ago. I have grown to love
this place over the many years.
Now I sit in front of this computer
and think back to the scenario
during the 1760's - the Moravian
people working together to erect
this village brick by brick, shingle
by shingle and tree by tree. I
reflect on my religion's history,
remembering how the Moravians
struggled as they constructed this
society. My forefathers had to
contend with the invasion of
unfriendly Indians. They also
encountered numerous deaths and
illnesses due to disease. And
winters brought harsh weather
conditions. During Old Salem's
early existence, the original tavern
burned to the ground. And
fifty-five years ago a terrible ice
storm destroyed many of the trees
across the campus. A member of my
church in Greensboro and a Salem
alumnae of 1933 reflected on this
encounter by stating that 'President
Rondthaler stood looking over the
destroyed trees and all he could do
was cry."
So as you can well see Salem has
suffered some devastating
disasters. But just as the Moravians
survived over the hundreds of
years, we shall hold our heads
high and do the same. We are
grateful that our buildings are still
standing and especially thankful
that all of our "sisters" escaped
without injury. But as a proud
Moravian I am thankful that the
historical houses that resemble my
religion's beginnings in the South
were not destroyed. It's a miracle.
But the overwhelming shock is the
extermination of God's creation -
the tree. These trees have stood
tall and protected us for many,
many years. Now the majority of
them are laying on the ground flat.
Some fell on the ground, some fell in
the streets, some fell on the fences,
and some fell on the buildings. It
won't be long before a new roof is on
Main Hall, new glass replaced in
the broken windows and a new
white picket fence boundering this
historical area. The Salem
Community will never be the same
again. I'm sure we will make the
necessary repairs and plant new
trees. However in our life time, we
won't see Salem as we remembered
it on the afternoon of May 5,1989.
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