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The Community Is Fortunate
There has never been a community in which all the
people could be coanted on to contribute their best efforts
all the time. No matter what the endeavor, it has been
necessary for a very small group to spearhead the work,
hoping that others would join in to insure the success of
the project. Zebulon is no exception. Here we have a
good town with wonderful people, but all our wonderful
people do not have the time, money, nor inclination to work
for things which make our community a growing and pro
gressive place to live. Most of us are satisfied to sit and
“let George do it.” And if it were not for a few “Georges”
in our midst, we would soon find our town fading awa^.
One of our best “Georges” is Ed Hales, retiring presi
dent of the Zebulon Chamber of Commerce, who returned
from overseas service with the army to make Zebulon his
home. Somehow he has found time to establish a growing
business during years when time has been a substance no
body had enough of. And he has stolen time from his busi
ness to give to his community, displaying an unselfishness
that others of us can well copy.
It has not been in a single field that Ed has given his
best. His church, his neighbors, his town, and his com
munity have benefited. It is impossible to point to any
progressive move without finding that Ed Hales helped get
it moving.
Men like Ed Hales shame us slackards into doing more
than we intended for the community. When we think we
are hard pressed and can’t spare the cash for the March of
Dimes, the rural fire truck, the Girl Scouts, or a church sup
per, we sort of get spurred along by seeing Ed’s example.
When we figure an evening at home is worth more than a
Chamber of Commerce meeting, we remember that Ed has
been attending Chamber of Commerce meetings, Finer Car
olina meetings, Wakelon School Board meetings, Legion
meetings, Rotary meetings, library meetings, and an endless
list of others. And Ed doesn’t just attend —he actively par
ticipates, and the meetings benefit by his presence.
We’re glad to have Ed Hales with us. We hope he is
with us for a long, long time; because we know that as
long as Ed and a few like him are members of our commun
ity, we’ll have no fears for the future. He and the other
‘Georges” will show us the way. They’ll be the examples all
of us should follow.
Lessons In Farming
Soil conservation should be one of the easiest subjects
to teach, because each day that passes produces more les
sons in what results when soil conservation practices are not
followed. The sun beats down and the land dries out, and
we see farmers lose their crops. The rains come and the
land washes down the river, leaving broken terraces, ruin
ed fields, and gullies as reminders of conservation work
which should have been done but wasn’t. Most farmers
refuse to listen, refuse to learn, refuse to follow the path to
successful farming. What was good enough for Grandpa
is good enough for them except that Grandpa had bet
ter land to work with, because he and two generations since
him have abused the land, stolen its fertility, and let its
topsoil wash down the river.
The time may come when it will be too late to learn
and, unfortunately, the time may be close at hand. Unless
present day farmers heed the warnings nature gives us
daily, future farmers will have arid land to till. Soil con
servation is not just a matter of making more money now—
it is a moral obligation to future generations. It is a les
son which is being taught and must be learned.
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The Zebulon Record
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Entered as second class matter June 26, 1925, at the post
office at Zebulon, North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879.
Member of the North Carolina Press Association.
Published Tuesday and Friday of each week at Zebulon,
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BARRIE S. DAVIS Editor
JAMES M. POTTER, JR Publisher
FERD L. DAVIS Fifth Wheel
The Zebulon Record
Potter Patter
By Eloise Potter
The hot pokers I mentioned in
last week’s column referred to
flowers described in a paragraph
that had to be omitted because I
was so long winded on the garbage
issue.
Just before Jack left for Fort
McClellan he mentioned some
large red flowers he had noticed
at Mrs. Pattie Fuller’s home on
Gannon Avenue. They turned out
to be something I had never seen
except in catalogs, although a
number of people in and around
Zebulon have them: Tritoma, com
monly called “Red Hot Poker,”
which is an apt description.
•
When I went to work one day
last week Pattie Pearl Mullen had
a pleasant surprise for me —a
large number of summer poinset
tia plants. I had never seen any
before and had heard of them
only through her. The foliage very
closely resembles that of the famil
iar poinsettia, and the blossom
does too, according to Pattie
Pearl. I’ll let you know when
mine bloom in case any of you
want to stop by to see them—if
they live, that is.
•
You know, the more I look at
flowers and try to grow them,
the more I realize how very little
I know about them. In one short
week Isaw two plants for
the first time although both grow
Seen and Heard
Two weeks at summer camp
caused one illness among Zebulon
National Guardsmen which was
cured completely by a return to
Zebulon. By Wednesday of the
second week nearly every man suf
fered from a severe case of home
sickness.
•
On the trip down a stop was
made at a rural Georgia filling sta
tion for a road map. “We got maps
of Florida, North Carolina, Ala
bama, and South Carolina, and
even one of Mississippi, but we
ain’t got a one of Georgia,” the sta
tion operator said. It seems that
folks know their own state so well
they don’t need roadmaps. Or may
be they just don’t go anywhere.
•
During the trip down, the mess
section served at the Atlanta Gen
eral Depot at 2 a. m., so that an
early start could be made on the
day’s travel. Sergeant Max Wil
liams, first cook, inquired of Sfc.
Percy Parrish: “What time are we
going to serve breakfast after we
get through serving this meal?”
•
After six days of traveling and
training, one of the Battery A
Guardsmen was worried about the
sanitation of the unit’s officers.
“I’ve been watching all week,” he
Resolution of Appreciation
INASMUCH AS
Miss Carol Smith is severing her
relations with the Zebulon Bap
tist Church as Minister of Music
with the intention of accepting a
like position with another church,
we desire to express our appre
ciation of her and her services in
the church and community,
THEREFORE BE IT RESOLV
ED:
1. Miss Smith came to our
community as a stranger both to
our members and others. In her
church and social life she has made
many friends within and outside
in the vicinity of my home. And
of all the plants in the world I
could meet two new ones every
week, or maybe every day, for
the rest of my life and still not
know them all.
•
Last week someone at the shop
asked me how I decide on the
form for proper names in my col
umn. I obviously don’t follow the
style book since I seldom use a
title. The truth of the matter is
that I write names just the way
I use them in conversation. In
other words, if I talk to you on a
first name basis, I’ll write about
you on a first name basis. When
it comes to spelling proper names,
I just do the best I can and try
not to make the same mistake
twice.
•
When I finally got around to
digging my tulip bulbs I found
that field mice had eaten nearly
all my black tulips. Now was that
just a coincidence, or did I have an
epicurean mouse in my yard?
•
Since this a flowery column, I
want to describe a petunia growing
in Irene Richardson’s yard. It is
deep purple with a large white
star in the center most striking.
•
Our gladioli are finally opening.
I think Jack and I were the last
in town to have a glad open enough
to cut because ours are planted on
the shady side of the house, where
told First Sergeant Sidney Holmes,
“and I havn’t seen a one of our
officers come take a shower yet.
We must have the nastiest officers
in the whole army!” The Guards
man felt better when he found out
the officers had another shower a
couple of blocks away which they
used daily.
The Guardsmen were saddened
by the death of one of their mem
bers in the wreck as the battalion
convoy entered the Anniston, Ala.,
city limits. Every battery in the
battalion was represented at a
memorial service held in one of
the post chapels Wednesday eve
ning of the first week.
•
Only injuries sustained by Bat
ter! A personnel were two cases
of poison ivy, one cut finger, and
multiple mosquito bites. Rapid re
coveries are expected.
•
Following night firing with the
105-mm howitzers Tuesday night,
the firing section began clearing
the weapons about 10:30. At 11:45
the work was done, and for the
next 30 minutes the cannoneers
kept the night air ringing with
their cadence as they marched up
and down the dusty Alabama
road, singing and chanting. Tired
but happy, they crawled between
the congregation. Her life has
been appreciated by every one be
coming acquainted with her and
her work.
11. She has shown herself gift
ed and well-qualified in her pro
fession as organist and choir di
rector, being both faithful and
earnest in her duties as Minister
of Music.
111. It is with regret that, at her
request, she severs her relations
officially with us. We hope and
pray that God’s richest blessings
may graciously go with her in her
new field of service.
We request that copy of these
Friday, July 3, 1953
I can water them easily. Although
they are late this year I am pleas
ed with the blooms which are pret
tier than in previous years when
the pulbs were planted in full sun
and watered insufficiently.
•
During one of the good rains we
had recently I planted three gar
denia bushes my mothe rrooted.
One of them is only about six in
ches high and has a fat bud
which Jack and I inspect daily for
signs of opening. It’s the sassiest
little evergreen I ever saw.
•
Just about the first thing Jack
asked me when he returned from
Alabama was, “How much have
they done on the armory?” Since
I didn’t know, he and I rode by
the building site Monday morning.
We found Warren Green, Will H.
Mumford, and Hilliard Greene
working on some tit-tat-toe af
fairs that will be used for rein
forcing the concrete. When Hil
liard brought Will H. (who is Gla
dys Jones’ brother) home Monday
night he told us that Warren had
been injured by a power saw. I
certainly do hope his cut leg will
heel quickly.
•
Several mornings recently Brian
has had plum jam on his toast. I
wonder if any other little boy has
ever eaten jam made by his great
grandfather. I doubt it since no
other little boy has a great-grand
father quite like Preacher Davis.
their blankets at 12:15, to be
awakened, at 3:30 a. m. for an
other day of work.
•
Pfc. Marvin Strickland, who had
helped chop through layers of rock
and red clay in both Georgia and
Alabama to dig a kitchen sump,
kept his record perfect by helping
dig in South Carolina on the re
turn trip. The sandy S. C. soil dug
so easy in comparison with that in
Georgia and Alabama, that Strick
land continued to dig downward
until it was necessary for other
Guardsmen to reach down, grasp
his hands, and help him from the
6-foot-deep hole.
•
With Mess Steward Percy Par
rish leading the hymns, the men
in Sgt. Talmadge Pearce’s wire
section sang until after midnight
the last night out. Major Darrell
Perry, popular battalion executive
officer, walked in to tell the men
to hit the sack and not only failed
to stop the songsters, but ended
up by joining in a half dozen cho
ruses.
•
“The best group of men I’ve ever
known,” was First Sergeant Sidney
Holmes comment on the Zebulon
Guardsmen during the two weeks.
resolutions be given to Miss Smith,
one to be recorded in the records of
the Church, and one given to the
Zebulon Record for publication.
Theo. B. Davis
Mrs. E. A. Chamblee
Armstrong Cannady
Committee
Thse resolutions were read and
uanimously adopted by the Zebu
lon Baptist Church in cenference
assembled, this the 28 day of June,
1953.
Rev. Beverly A. Asbury, Mode
rator
Ruby Dawson, Clerk.