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VOLUME 16
NEW BERN, N. C. 28560, FRIDAY, AUGUST 3, 1973
NUMBER 21
Here’s to little old ladies with
snowy white hair, eyes full of
laughter, and loet dreams to
shwe....They smile at strangers
who happen their way, and
wave to chiidren, excit^ at
play.
Dozing in rockers, or knitting
for hours, puttering around in a
wee patch of flowers...They’re
facing the sunset, well knovdng
that dawn, and morning and
high noon are past, dead and
gone.
But they’re contented to slow
down in life, wary of struggling
and fed up with strife...So, they
step aside while youngsters
rush by, age prefers low gear,
youth must have high.
All over our State you’ll find
they’re the same, different only
in locale and name....In ttie
Land of the Sky, where peaks
meet the blue, they live out their
days without much
ado Those in the Piedmont
likewise are serene, and the
Coast too can boast of each
gracious queen.
Who dare to deny that there’s
charm to behold, are silver
strands inferior to gold?....Do
gentle hands lose their tender
touch, because the years have
claimed so much?
No, even as fiddles of ancient
design, and dust-gathering
bottles of treasured
wine...There’s something
special and noble and sweet,
about the elderly women we
meet....You can’t describe it,
but you know it is real, a subtle
grandeur that you sense and
feel.
Little old ladies, prim in their
lace, etchings by Father Time
traced on each face....Often
forgotten, and ieft to them
selves, with naught for
amusement but Memory’s
shelves... jSurely, there’s no one
more lovely or fair than little
old ladies, with lost dreams to
share.
Yesterday was when the low
Wall around the front yard of
the home now occupied by
Nettie and Paul Cox served as a
bench for New Bemians waiting
for Callie McCarthy’s trolley
cars.
Pollock at Metcalf was the
intersection where the street
car that went from Ghent to
Union Station exchanged
passengers with the one that
bounced along to Riverside.
Understandably, it was
referred to as the junction.
We never pass the comer
without recalling the people
once seated on the wall, waiting
to exchange a nickel for a ride
on one of the few trolley cars in
North Carolina, then or later.
Because some folks aren’t too
certain about the two routes
taken by the street cars, we’ll
tdl it like it was. The trolley
frmn Ghent came down Spencer
Avenue, continued down
Pollock to Middle. Then, tur
ning right on Middle it went to
South ^nt (now Tryon Palace
Drive). Turning left, it went one
block to Oaven, up Craven to
(|^en, and m to the Derct.
The trolley to Riverside left
Metcalf and Pollock, and went
up Metcalf to New. It turned left
it New, and travded to New’s
Honest iqjun, if you had your ruthers wouldn't you summer day? Photo by Jack Layne, Chick & Jack's
like to be a kid again, if only for a single, golden Studio
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