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VOLUME
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, MARCH 27, 1959
NUMBER 52
Younger than Springtime, and
still writing poetry at the age of
87., That’s Miss Fannie Trenwit^l,
who taught for years in Craven
county schools, and is pleasantly
remembered by a multitude of for
mer pupils.
Miss Fannie came along in the
days of one-room schools, and, in
cidentally, in the days when a
, ' teacher was paid five dollars' a
«. : week to guide the destiny of chit
dreh eager for learning.
!What she failed to reap in the
'' way of material^ gain was more
*. compensated for by the reali
zation that she was extending the
; horizon for countless small fry.
% > More, we suspect, than facts and
^ figures in textbooks was passed
1^5/ ' along to those in her care. To Miss
.“^Fannie, the world was wonderful,
and much of her love for flowers
and birds and trees was perma
nently planted in the hearts around
her.
' Although Impaired vision in re
cent years has deprived this grand
little lady of an unobstructed view
• of Nature’s blessings, she enjoys
the miracle of green-up time.
% No longer able to tend her own
garden, she had her beloved posies
transferred to the garden of a
niece, Mary Duffy Hughes. Quite
' appropriately the Hughes home is
located on a portion of- the planta
tion where Miss Fannie and her
^ two sisters grew up.
There, with tender hands, she
keeps tab on buds, and, thanks to
" ii-ttthei? Springs, compares their
glory.-with the fdrgetHme-nots that
" still bloom brightly for her on
- Memory Lane.
Miss Fannie, in writing of one
I of her favorite flowers, penned
these lines:
The Angel Trumpet, a woodland
I flower.
Blooms in the silent twilight
hour.
With foliage of brilliant leaves so
green
And white trumpet flowers in
between.
This beautiful flower fades away.
Lives only a few hours every
day.
Then leaves its buds of purest
r white
To bloom again the coming
night.
We walk the garden grounds to
' see
This perfect flower of purity.
Then may our lives be as pure and
white
As the Angel Trumpet blooming
at night.
* * * *
In praise of the Heavenly Blue
'Morning Glory, Miss Fannie says:
In the afternoon you droop your
head.
And fall asleep as if in bed.
Then no one can see your lovely
cup.
Oh Heavenly Blue, ’til the sup
is up.
Then next morning when we
arise
You have opened your beautiful
eyes
And look to Heaven as if to say,
“I am glad I can cheer you up
today.”
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Although she has written poetry
on many subjects, including her
cat, this very nice New Bernian
devotes most of her writings to
flowers. You’ll find numerous
poems written by others in her
treasured scrapbook, and most of
these likewise have a floral theme.
It should surprise no one thumb
ing through this scrapbook to find
photographs of children scattered
through it, including some of her
classes of long ago. And, if you
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yiT^ES WERE IMTORTANT^^feia iBvezyhody loves T kitchen, and vJsitorB are going to find
m the east wing of Tryon Palace* and will acquaint you, this one a sight to see. You’ll probably recognize the Palace
with the household routines of 1770. Herbs and vegetables guides in this latest ph'otogr^^ featured by The Mirror,
shown were actually grown in today’s Palace gardens. I in its series of Palace prevues.
New Bern's Ernest H. Wood
Is a Top Medical Authority
From the moment he entered
New Bern’s public schools, until
graduation in 1932, Ernest Harvey
Wood, Jr., did very little talking.
But for his high marks, and the
fact that he attained the rank of
Eagle Scout, the shy blonde with
the wavy hair might have been
overlooked altogether.
However, then as now he had a
record that spoke for itself. While
other boys counted on boisterous
ness to attract attention, he was
content to quietly follow his desire
for a dedicated career in medicine.
Today, nationally recognized, he
is the Dr. Wood who is chief of the
Radiological Service at North Caro
lina Memorial Hospital, and pro
fessor of Radiology in the School
of Medicine of the University of
North Carolina. "
In addition, he has served as in
structor in Radiology in the Col
lege of Physicians and Surgeons at
Columbia University; attending
Radiologist in the Neurological In
stitute of New York; civilian con
sultant in Radiology for the United
States Army; consultant in Radio
logy for Watts Hospital in Durham;
consultant in Radiology for the
Veterans Administration Hospital
in Durham; and trustee of the
American Board of Radiology.
He received his A. B. degree
(magna cum laude) from Duke Uni
versity in 1935, and his M. D. from
Harvard Medical School in 1939.
He interned at Philadelphia Gen
eral Hospital, followed by resi
dency at the Presbyterian Hospital
in New York.
A diploma from the National
Board pf Medical Examiners camp
his way in 1941, and another from
the American Board of Radiology
in 1946. From 1942 to 1946, in the
Army, he advanced from 1st
Lieutenant to Major, as - Chief of
Radiology in General Hospitals.
He has represented the Ameri
can Medical Association on the
American Board of Radiology;
served as a member of the Com
mission on Education for the
American College of Radiology,
and elected a Fellow in 1956; was
elected president in 1958 of the
Association of University Radiolo
gists.
Ernest, in addition, has been
treasurer of the New York Roent
gen Society; president of the North
Carolina Radiological Society; and
holds Honorary Society member
ships in the Neurosurgical of
America, the Detroit Roentgen
Ray Society, Phi Beta Kappa, Alpha
Alpha Omega Alpha, and Sigma
Ki.
He is happily married to the
former Ruth Eleanor Ratcliffe of
Melrose, Mass. They have three
youngsters—Ernest HI, age 12; Wil
liam, age 10; and Janet, age 7.
Distinguished though he is, the
native New Bernian is still genu
inely modest. When approached by
The Mirror, and informed that this
feature was in the making, his
answer was typical of his lifelong
sense of humility.
“I am greatly honored that you
have asked for this material, and
that you propose to write an
article about me,” he said.
Then he added, “You may want
to include a few lines about my
Dad, a really grand and dedicated
New Bernian. . . We have missed
him greatly these past eight years.”
Adding a few lines about Ernest
Wood, Sr., a former New Bern
Mayor, pleases us as well as his
noted son. Like the famed doctor
who bears his name, the veteran
druggist was, above everything
else, a gentle and soft spoken man.
The devotion they felt for each
other was a heart warming thing
to those who knew of the relation
ship. That’s why Dr. Wood’s desire
to include his father in any recog
nition his way is just what friends
would expect.