Perspective
The mystical inner power
Men call it "gut feelings. Women
it "Intuition." Some folks say it's
plain old "instinct." Whatever it is,
it's the most valuable possession I
have. My instinct has led me down
many paths through the years; paths
that have taken me into adventures
some people only read about, as well
as to places I had never ever heard
of. I've learned to let that mystical
inner power have its way, and I've
never been sorry that I did.
I've relied on my female intuition
to select everything from shovels to
diamonds. I always ignore my men
tal list of pros and cons and make my
final decision based entirely on what
"feels" right.
? It was that intuition that locked
into place and homed in on a mar.
with dark, curly hair and bright blue
eyes that I hauled to the alter sixteen
years ago instead of a few blonds that
were sprinkled around in my life. It
was intuition that chose the college I
attended, the car I purchased and the
-friendships I've made.
I believe intuition. Suddenly you
know something. You don't know
How you know, but you know. And
accept it. You may as well, for intu
ition will have its way. No matter
what. It's inevitable.
I And sometimes, instead of leading
you To something, it takes you Away
from it. Like people. And situations.
And potential trouble. It's cheaper
than therapy, unbiased and discreet,
and a foolproof way of sensing when
something is right or wrong.
Through following this inner in
stinct, I have become quite good at
reading people like an open book dur
ing the first Ave minutes after intro
duction. My intuition takes the place
of biting my nails and flipping coins.
It hasn't always made me popular
with everyone, but it's stuck by me
through the years. The times it didn't
"kick in" always confused me and
made me wonder why I didn't have
some inkling something was wrong.
But I've come to realize that there is
always a reason for this. If I had
known, I would have done something
to prevent what was meant to be, and i
that, much as I have sometimes |
wished differently, is not for me to ,
do.
EASTERN
ECHOES
CH GAIL R06ERS0N
I remember when I first became
aware of this extraordinary power. I
was just a girl when I discovered this
sharp beam of light shooting up from
my soul. I shook hands with my intu
ition when I was ten years old. I was
in my daddy's packhouse trying to
keep warm, surrounded by my di
aries and notebooks and listening to
the icicles dripping fromn the tin
roof.
I knew on that cold winter day that I
would be exactly what I have be
come, regardless of what hurdles I
would have to cross. I would be a
writer. Nothing else. For me there
has never been anything else. I had
other jobs along the way, but I wrote
every moment I could and wondered
when it would be "time." Finally,
many years later, on a day when the
honeysuckles twisted patterns on the
fence and watermelons lay ripe upon
the vines, my instinct said..."It's
time. Go ahead. Do it." And, on that
day, I laid everything else in my life
to rest, explained to my family and
friends, and took up the pen, for life.
Sometimes my intuition has pre
vented disaster. Like the time I
stopped my car along a dirt path and
walked across the bridge up to an old
house, only to return to find the
bridge caved in and a pickup truck
half submerged in the creek. And the
time I knew on which part of the farm
we'd find my lost little brother, to say
nothing of all the occasions I've re
turned home to check on the stove
and found near disasters underway.
So, the next time you experience a
nagging feeling down deep in your
soul. . pay attention. Tap into a power
that, though confuses and mystifies
the scientific world, will serve and
enhance your own.
Differences arise between
childhood friends
With nine brothers and three sis
ters, I always had plenty of play
? mates while growing up, but other
. friends were important also. It was
often easier to share childhood
dreams with someone other than
family.
Barry was one of my closest
friends. He and I had many good
1 times together, times I will always
remember. We talked about things
that boys will talk about and we
shared our dreams for the future.
In many ways, Barry and I were
alike. We were close close in age,
; about the same size, and enjoyed
? many of the same things. He also
! came from a large family and we
; both knew what it meant to do with
out. For years, we were the only fam
ilies living on the road which led to
the old Naval Base in Edenton, so it
was only natural that we would share
as neighbors.
; As we entered our teenage years,
Barry and I spent less time together,
and eventually went separate ways. I
; into the service and he to a northern
State. I've not seen him in nearly 20
years and often wonder where his life
has taken him. And I wonder about
1 the differences that caused two grow
? ing boys to drift away from a
? friendship that meant so much to us
' then. A difference, though we knew
existed, that didn't matter.
; At the time, we didn't think too
much about these differences.
? Though I called his father "sir," I
? was allowed to address him by his
!ffrst name. Barry had to call my
I daddy "Mr." I enjoyed many an ecx
- cedent Sunday dinner at his table,
I but when he came to my house, he ate
In the yard or on the back porch.
Though we were neighbors, we rode
Afferent buses to different schools.
Saturdays, he shined shoes and I
worked a snow cone machine. Often
'.when we were both working in town,
?we'd get together for a soda at the
! local drugstore. Since Barry wasn't
allowed to sit at the counter, we
(?ually took our drinks and sat to
gether at the curb. There were many
other "differences."
But that's the way things were and
though he and I didn't really under
stand why some things were as they
were, we were friends and didn't
think too much about such matters
then. Our difference in skin color
mattered little Eventually it would.
As things began to change in the
mid-60's he and I were caught up in
those changes. He became more and
more involved with his people's
struggle for change and I became
more and more influenced by those
opposed to changed. We found it
more difficult to share our feelings.
We were both confussed by the
changes that were dividing our na
tion and would eventually divide the
friendship we had vowed as kids to
never break.
Many of the things that were differ
ent then no longer exist. Many posi
tive changes have been made, but
here is still much to be odne. The re
cent events in Forsyth County,
Georgia are an indication that there
are still those, on both sides, who
have learned little from the past.
As hundreds of blacks, in what was
considered an intimidating move by
the all-white community,, attempted
to do what was labeled a "brother
hood" march in the county, hundreds
of whites responded in a manner sim
ilar to the violence of the 60s. In all
probability, more incidents will fol
low.
It's apparent we haven't come as
far as we thought. The differences
that separated two childhood friends
so many years ago still exist.
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Josiah Nicholson comes home to Perquimans County
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Josiah Nicholson, third son of Jo
siah and Anna (White) Nicholson,
was born in Perquimans County on
April 13, 18311 He received his early
education at Belvidere Academy,
going on to Friends' School in Provi
dence, Rhode Island, in 1850.
He returned from Providence in
1852, the year his father died. Under
his father's will Josiah inherited one
third of the paternal homeplace, to
gether with a trunk, a small gun, and
a feather bed and furniture.
For some years, probably in the
1850s, Josiah taught school in New
England. He was in Perquimans dur
ing part of the decade, however, sur
veying a tract of land on or before
December 15, 1854, and posting bond
as Perquimans County Surveyor on
February 13, 1855.
At Piney Woods Monthly Meeting
on November 7, 1857, Josiah re
quested a certificate to Smithfield
Monthly Meeting in Rhode Island,
preparatory to marrying. His chosen
bride, whom he married December
12, 1857, was Ellen M. Bassett.
Wiggins off to Vietnam
20 YEARS AGO
Lt. Wiggins Off To Vietnam: Lieu
tenant M. Shirley Wiggins is spend
ing a leave with her mother, Mrs.
Mary L. Wiggins of Winfall, prior to
reporting for duty aboard the USS
Sanctuary in Vietnam. Lt. Wiggins is
a member of the Navy Nurse Corps
and just recently completed a two
year tour of duty at Kittery, Maine.
She is a graduate of Perquimans
County Union School at Winfall and
St. Agnes School of Nursing in Ra
leigh, N.C.
Steven* To Attend President's
Breakfast: Robert Lewis Stevenson,
executive vice president of Peoples
Bank & Trust Company of Hertford,
and Mrs. Stevenson, have been in
vited to attend the Seventeenth An
nual Presidential Prayer Breakfast
for President Richard M. Nixon, to
be held at the Sheraton Park Hotel in
Washington, D.C. Thursday morn
ing, January 30, 1909. Mr. and Mrs.
Stevenson will also attend a Break
fast with members of Congress on
Friday, January 31. The breakfasts
are sponsored by the International
Christian Leadership, in connection
with the National Leadership Semi
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Announce Birth: Mr. and Mrs.
Jim Roberrson announce the birth of
their first child, a son, James Dennis,
born at the Albemarle Hospital. Mrs.
Robertson is the former Linda Sut
ton, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Sutton of Rt. 3, Hertford.
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Bom at Danby, Vermont on July
S3, 1833, Ellen was the daughter of
friends' minister William Bassett
ind wife Rhonda. She spent most of
ler childhood in Smithfield, Rhode
island, and became a teacher. An at
ack of illness about 1854 left her an
nvalid, but did not prevent her serv
ng the public in many capacities.
Jo6iah and Ellen remained in
Rhode Island for at least three
Tionths after their marriage, return
ng to Perquimans in time to attend
;he wedding of Samuel Winslow and
Mary Ann White at Piney Woods
Meeting House on May 13, 1858.
Having sold his inherited land to
Henry White on July 26, 1855, Josiah
lived for a time with his brother Wil
liam at Belvidere. William had pur
chased Henry White's old store, qga 1
Josiah became a merchant there ?
The 1860 Census for Perquimans
County, Up River District (now Bel
videre Township), indicated fourteen
people constituted Dr. William Nich
olson's household. Included were Wil
liam's wife, son, stepson, nephew,
cook, housekeeper, farm laborer,
and medical partner. With them
were brother Josiah (a merchant
with real estate valued at $1200 and
personal estate worth $4500) , his wife -
and daughter, and a store clerk. Tbe
household was completed by a girl
whose presence there is not ex
plained. z
With such a crowded house, Josiah
needed a place of his own. It so hap
pened there was property available
right across the road from his store.
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