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THE YANCEY RECORD j .Established July, T 936 TRENA P. FOX, Editor ft Publisher THURMAN L. BROWN, Shop Manager ARCHIE BALLEW, Photographer ft Pressman PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY BY YANCEY PUBLISHING COMPANY Second Class Postage Paid at Burnsville, N. C. 0 THURSDAY, SEPT. 9,19« S NUMBER TWO SUBSCRIPTION RATES 32.50 PER YEAR ■* TALES FROM THE MEMORIES OF AN OLD SOLDIER There’s a sto-y in the Re co d this week concerning William Anglin, a Confeder ate Soldier and relative of Grover Anglin of Burnsville. There is a close parallel to the news stcry of which we are a part. My grandfather, James Fo<, with two brothers, Mose and Kell, we ea part of the Confederate army at the same t me of William Anglin. The parallel to the story is that my grandfather was also a company fifer and was wcunded in the wrist in the battle of Chikamauga at Chattanooga. A union army bullet entered his wrist a few inches above the hand and came out on the back side. Because of this wound the little finger on that hand was drawn in to ward the palm and remain ed in that position until his death on Ap-il 9, 1923. The part of the story that does not parallel that of Mr. Anglin is that my grand father returned with many tales of the hardships and humor that was encounter ed in the war between the states. At a time almost beyond memory, my grandfather would come to Burnsville, spend the night visiting with us. And on these visits, as we sat before a great fire place with wood crackling and occasional bursts of sparks flying onto the hear- - th, either I or one of my brothers would fay, “Grand pa, tell us about the war". And those words would roll back the thoughts of my g andfather to memories that are now recorded in history, and a tale for small boys would ensue. To me, in childhood, be cause of his tales of war, my grandfather was a great man. And in later years, when thinking back over some of his stories, I realiz ed that he was truly a gen tleman of g-eatness. In some of his story tell ing he told of a time when in enemy territory soldiers were commanded to steal in mercilessly and set fire to farmhouses and other build ings of the enemy. On one iuch occasion my grandfa ther and one of his.' broth ers were told to steal in at beauty shoppe THE YANCEY RECORD night and set fi*e to a cer tain house. Under possible penalty of death, he told the officer who gave the command, “We won’t do it.” Two other soldiers hearing the command immediately volunteered for the ar&oi job. The quick volunteers probably saved the lives of my grandfather and great uncle, my garndfather said. In explaining his refusal to obey the command to set fire to a hou e, I can remem ber that he said shooting at men who were shooting at you is one thing, but burn ing a house where probably only women and children lived was another. The selection of a com pany fifer was one of the stories that always amused me. It seemed that another soldier in the company also played the fife and was in terested in becoming com pany fifer. The same then as now, the company com mander passed the buck. My grandfather was told to begin playing the fife and to start walking in one dir ection, and the other man w;>s told to do the same, ex cept walk in the opposite direction. The fifer who had the most soldiers following him was elected as the of ficial filer. My grandfather »vcn. I never knew if it was his musical ability or his personality that gave him the honor. I can remember that as a very rmall boy, playing in the yard of my * grandfath er s home, I found a pecular looking hollow stick with a row of holes in it. I asked someone what it was. “That’s your grand-dad’s old fife”, was the reply. I guess I left it in the dirt where I found it. I wish I had it today. Some years following the war, he attended a conven tion in Atlanta, Ga., for both Union and Confederate sold iers. He told of a conversa tion he had with a Union Soldier. “I spinged at' you, and you spinged at me. I didn’t shoot to hit, did you?” the old Union man asked. ,‘Yer danged right, I did.” my grandfather replied. I’d bet he did, too. Amey Fox / : r This type of scene may be found almost anywhere this week in the burley section. Fields like this one dot the Who Want* To Pick Apples? Well, here we go again! First it was California and the Southwest reporting farm labor shortages. Then came Florida saying citrus growe-s were unable to hire orange and grapefruit pick ers. Then came Georgia peach growers who said, from a labor standpoint, this past season was the worst in years. Even though the work of picking peaches is fairly easy, as farm Work goes, no one wanted the Job. So now the ci'cle is swing ing to New England where apples are harvested. Growers say the U. 8. La bor Department is clamping down on the importation of apple picking labor from Canada. For years ,it seems, New England orchard own ers have used pickers from across the border. Secretary of Labor Wirtz banned the importation of foreign farm workers unless it has been clearly establish ed that worke s are not av ailable locally, or elsewhere in the country. UNITED FUND BUDGET FOR 1965 This fall’s United Fund campaign will have <. “some thing to the form coMprehensive $8,278 budget figure. The 1965 Budget, showing an increase of SSB over the past year, was set Tuesday by the United F'und’s Budget Committee at a meeting in th*» Burnsville Town Hall. Eighteen different charit able, educational, and ser vice organizations, operating on a county and regional barls, are represented o n this year’s budget. 1965 UNITED FUND BUDGET 4-H Clubs $ 400.00 Rural Community Development 400.00 Blind and Sight Conservatio n 250.00 Orthopedic Clinic and other Health Center Work 300.00 Boy Bcouts 600.00 Girl Scouts 600.00 Yancey Library 400.00 Yancey Hospital 500.00 Red Crass 2,905.00 Cerebral Palsy 100.00 * Dread Disease Committee of Yancey County 500.00 Helping Hands 100. .00 ÜBO 139.00 Florence Crlttenton Home 125.00 Children’s Home Society 260.00 United Medical Research of n. C. , 238.00 N. C. Mental Health 87..00 Seven Other Agencies 59.00 Carolina* United 159.00 Expenses of Yancey United F\md 150.00 68,278.06 THURSDAY, SEPT. 9, 1965 ; •* 5 <*. .. tv r- . v ■ county, with tobacco stand ing like little tepees, waiting to be placed in the barn for ciuing. p. Judging from the reports from California, where acre after acre of strawberries and other crops rotted in the fields because labor was not available, and from Flo rida where oranges and grapefruits rotted on the ground, and from Georgia, where orchard operators told the public to “come and get” peaches (but pick 'em you self) because so many government -checks were floating around no one wanted to work, it begins to look ai If there is 'no avail able labor anywhere in this country. The Labor Department has a series of hearings under way on the farm labor cri sis. If these headings run true to government form they’ll take weeks and weeks Meantime crops are rot ting, and the unemploy ment, welfare and poverty war checks continue to flow from the government’s rapid feed checkwriting machines. It’s all cod£syed. Can was taken by the Budget Committee to assign allotment* in view of the money which can realisti cally be subscribed In the fall campaign for funds. I '-paring this year’s bud get, listed below, were Wooo.jw Anglin, Ted Ballou, Don Burhoe,, Mrs. O. W. Deyton, Hubert Justict, Bob Helmle, Mrs. Max Hopson, Edgar Hunter, Mrs. Horace Daniel Ray, Dr. Garland Wampler, Edd Wilson, and Woodward Finley, Chairman. WESTWARD HO! By: William L. Ra'hbura In the two last issues of The Reco"d, I have ycu across about two thirds of this continent. This week we shall arrive at my desti nation. As we set our course to ward the setting sun, our map tells us that we are soon to pass through a cor ner of Montana, from when ce we drop down into the realm of IDAHO SPUD, whe~e the potato is- king of a fantastically luxuriant ba sin. Here the old method of irrigation is relegated to the past. Sprinkler systems have almost replaced the ditches of yore. We watch as they twirl the precious water, and note that these systems are portable inasmuch as they are mounted on wheels, so that they a~e ea ily moved to any part of a field. Mechanization has retired the horse here in a land where, except for irrigation, these wide vistas of Incred ible productivity would be the deserts they were before the white man’s spirit for adventure moved him to a wild empire. The verdant seas of bloom ing potatoes finally becomes a monotonous sameness as we sweep along at a rpeed r* envp-ty to eighty miles per hour. But, just as we are about to succumb to boredom, the scene changes to one of ut ter desolation, and we learn that we are entering an area set aside as a National Monument, The Craters of the Moon. To all appea-ances, we are actually passing throu gh a bed of cinders which comprises an area about the ;ize of Avery, Mitchell and Yancey Counties. The great crater, itself, Is an extinct volcano, with trails leading downward to a depth where all is dark ness, and where the moon and stars can be seen by day, and appea- as luminous as on the darkest night. Passing this great earth vent, a huge sign looms be fore us. It merely says: “THIS AREA IS FOR THE BIRDS. THIS IS FOUL TERRITORY.” Now, we see the snow caps atop the Blue Moun tains as the sun becomes a bloody orb this is 'lime’s way of putting a period to the end of day. We motel at a friendly little village called Rich field, where a young lady manages a motel, restaur ant and her. At dawn, we are racing toward the Blue Mountains, coming at last to Lagrande which sits astride The Blues. Now, we have but to coast into Pendleton, where the rodeo classic is held each fall. And I am reminded of the unique way this show is opened: A rocket is fired into the air, bursts and the American Flag opens and, a* it floats earthward, a band plays the National Anthem. After climbing out of the hole where Pendleton drow ses, we finally sight the Mighty Columbia, passing McNary Dam, the John Day and finally the Bonneville. (Continued on back page)
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