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Box 8 Check Black Mountain, N.C. 28711 Bill me at this address t < !t's here -- the Sourwood Festivat Hans for the Fourth Annual Sourwood Festival were begun last September, nearly a year ago. Now that the big weekend has finally arrived, we welcome our out-of -town guests and hope they will enjoy the festival events. So many people have put so rmch time and energy into plans for making this the finest Sourwood Festival ever that it is impossible to begin naming names. Community committee chairmen, clubs, and organiza tions, the Black Mountain Chamber of Commerce, the merchants who back the festival, police and fire departments all deserve thanks for their long hours of work. So do those who have practiced dallying for the slow poke race, those who have done their best to ugli f y Rover and Bruno for the ugly dog contest and those who have christened homemade boats that just might stay afloat in the Lake Tomahawk race. The best way to enjoy the festival is to jump right in and participate, and Festival Chairman Andy Andrews assures everyone that it's not too late to enter any event until it is under way. Auto inspection is force One of the biggest farces ever perpetrated upon the citizens of North Carolina is the so-called automobile inspectors program. About a dozen or more years ago, the legislators in their wisdom figured that having the state supervise an auto inspections program would cut into the rising number of traffic accidents. A howl went up when the news got out. Drivers remembered the long lines that formed back in the late '40s, when the state ran inspection stations at key points. When you took your car then, you usually took your lunch. Today, you don't have to take your lunch. You don't have to wait. All you have to do is drive into an official, state-approved service station, tell the operator that you want your vehicle inspected, and then stand back. Sometimes in less than one minute, the job is completed. Four dollars, please. The hom is blown. The lights are checked. The brakes are touched to see if the stoplights are in order. The directional signals are tried, the windshield wiper checked-the tires, the rear view mirror. Some inspectors actually look at the exhaust system, but not many. They are supposed to check the high and low beams of lights, but not many do. They are supposed to check the emergency brake, but not many do. At the bottom of the check slip that is presented to the motorist is a red-lettered line that reads: Your safety is on the line. ft might well be on the line, but the inspection that you pay $4 for won't make much difference, one way or the other. If somebody in Rdleigh really wants to do the taxpayer a favor, it would be a good move to sponsor a bill to get rid of the state auto inspection program. Gastonia Gazette Express yoursetf! ... in a Letter to the Editor State youropinion, sign it and bring ormaitittothe News before 5 p.m. Monday. Living and Growing Vacations byCadMumpower. M.S.W. Asheville Counseling Center My skin is sunburnt, my back is hurting, my pockets are empty, and my eyes are bioodshot. My practice has gone ail to the devil, my house has been robbed and my friends have forgotten who I am. My credit cards are all overdrawn, my car is a thous and miles older and my refrig erator is full of moldy food. Yes, you guessed it: I've been on a vacation. Vacations are wonderful things. First you've got to figure out what the devil you're going to do, how you're going to do it, and how you're going to get there to do it. That Cart Mumpower typically takes no more than 30 to 40 hours of planning and consultation. Once that's all done you get to go out and walk miles and miles shopping for a new vacation wardrobe. When else do you get a chance to indulge your secret deisres to buy and wear a Mickey Mouse t-shirt or a purple polkadot hat with bright orange trim? Then you've got to take care of the family dog, the newspaper man and your parakeets. Where are your friends when you and Bimbo really need them? If you make it through all of the above, you're usually so exhausted you can't wait to get away. At the proper time, you jump into your car, plane or whatever and fight your way to that perfect vacation paradise you've been looking forward to Odds are that on the way, your car broke down, your plane was hijacked, or the Amtrack johnny maintenance staff was on strike, and that for sure things didn't go as planned. 11 you're lucky, you make it to your destination before your vacation is over. Then the rea! fun" begins. If, tike me, you Vvent to the beach, you proba My figured that tennis court tan you had was a good base for staying out on the beach for a long time. If so, you, like me, spent the first few days of you vacation crying in agony over the first-degree bums you got from too much sun. After spending a fourth of your vacation budget of Solar caine, you probably recovered enough to go out and eat at that favorite spot. Turns out that you and everyone else on the East Coast likes that same spot, so you wait in line for two hours, stare at your menu for another hour, and eat cold hushpuppies for still another while you wait to eat "fresh" frozen seafood that was proba bly trucked through your home town on its way to the beach. Most vacationers have a tendency to spend so much time having "fun" that they don't have any time to rest. There's nothing more refresh ing than getting four hours of sleep a night while you're living off potato chips, hot dogs and watermelon. Talk about healthy living-if most of us iived our daily lives like our vacations, we'd be deadly the time we were 30. All good things have to come to an end, and so it is with vacation. But just think of all the wonderful memories you'll have to hold dear. The insect bites, peeling shoul ders, headaches, visits to bankrupcy court, and the like will one day blur into Polaroid pictures of the good times you had. That's assuming you make it back to work in time to recover before you vacation has taken you too far down hill. Let's hope that doesn't happen, because it's going to take you at least a year to get ready for all the fun you'll have on next year's "vaca tion". Apropos Peanut butter, etc. by Edwin R- Andrews Lunch today induded a pea nut butter sandwich, a child hood favorite of mine. In times past, peanut butter meant economy as well as goodeating but with prices moving like they do today, this formerly humble food has begun to move into the gourmet dass. We may eventually come to re-name it and call it Carter caviar. However that may be, Santa had thoughtfully induded with the sandwich the additions necessary to make it an abso lutely deluxe, first dass culi nary occasion. She had put a dab of orange marmalade on the peanut butter-just enough to highlight the taste, but not enough to mask it. And she'd Edwin Andrews included a banana and a ration of raisins. If you've never (hed this recipe, you are at least to some degree deprived, and should strive to rectify the situation. As I carefully blended these ingredients in order to best please my taste buds—and also to prevent having peanut but ter sticking to the roof of my mouth-1 reminisced about some other boyhood experi ences with food. There is no way, for instance, for me to remember my cousins in Chat ham County without thinking of the big, big biscuits my aunt used to make. We kids wouid carefully punch a hole in the top of the biscuit, run a finger around to dislodge the insides, and full it with made-on-the place sorghum molasses. Of course, the first bite meant that we had molasses all over our face, hands, clothes and the table. But with all the good food we ate on those visits to the old home place, the one I remember most kindly is drip py sorghum biscuits. Strangely enough, another remembered food is mayon naise. On the counter of our kitchen, there sits today the earthenware mixing bowl in which Mother used to make mayonnaise. There weren't many luxuries on our menu in those Depression days; in fact, the homemade mayonnaise may not have been really justified. But ever so often Mother would gather the bowl, the egg beater and the neces sary ingredients, and would hum and sing as she made a batch of mayonnaise. What ever pleasure she had in making it could not have equalled my pleasure in "lick ing the bowl" by running my finger around it to be sure that not one smallest bit of mayon naise was lost. Another favorite food in mine is apple cider; this is remarkable, considering the circumstances of my introduc tion to it. TTiis time the locale was Mother's old homeplace in Bowman, Georgia. The cousins involved lived just a cotton patch away from Pa Webb's house. It was in the middle of a hot summer after noon that we tired of trying to dam the creek with sand, and decided to make some apple dder for ourselves. We went out back to the apple trees and found some apples on the ground. Then we invaded my aunt's kitchen and used her galvanized meat grinder to grind up the apples. With a little bit of straining, we had some fairly dear apple juice. W e passed the cup from one to another, sharing like good boys, httle knowing what hap pened when the add of the appies acted on the metal meat grinder. Oh, we were genuinely sick kids! We were wretched! There were tears from us and questions and shouts of dis may from our mothers. And then we were wretched some more. All of these are forbidden foods, I know. They fatten, they dam up the blood vessels, all of that. Somehow, though, I survived them and remember them well. In fact, any peanut butter lover is a friend of mine. And if you prefer creamy to crunchy, all the better! Fotk-ways and foik-speech Superstition abounds by Rogeis W hitener The mountains are filled this summer with budding thespi ans, breaking into the world of theater through summer stock, outdoor drama, nightclub acts and various other entertain ment vemdes. In addition to their venture into a world of make-believe, they are p'so entering a world of superstition. They find themselves, for instance, bidding each other "break a leg" before a per formance, in the belief that wishing ill luck will bring good luck. Other superstitions appear long before performance time, even during early rehearsals. Some actors, for example, believe that studying lines just before going to bed will ce ment (hem in the memory so that they will be easily recalled at the next rehearsal. Others believe that no lines from another piay-espedally Shakespearean lines-should be quoted during rehearsal or else the play in rehearsal will turn out to be a flop. Directors often refuse to have the closing line of the play delivered in rehearsal for fear of bad luck. The line is either omitted until the first actual performance or the director may call an end to the official rehearsal and then call for the line. Some directors forego a dress rehearsal the night be fore a play's opening in the belief that it will bring misfor tune. A related superstition is that a good final dress rehear sal means a poor opening performance. Most directors and produc ers are superstitious about piaying a show on Monday night. Thus most theaters are dark on this night, a tradition that is said to have begun through a pet superstition of Shubert, the Broadway pro ducer. Many directors and cast members are superstitious about the posting or reading of good luck telegrams sent to a company before its opening. These should never be publicly read or displayed until after the opening night performance lest they have the same ill effect as a spoken "good hick." A good luck ritual often observed just prior to curtain time is a good hick boot to the seat of the person first going on stage, an action perhaps borrowed by athletic coaches in their custom of slapping their players' seats as they go into adion. Another widely-held super stition is that actors should never enter the theatre through the front door. In stead, they should always use the stage door. Many actresses are super stitious about costume colors. Some will refuse to wear green on opening night while others will have no part of a yellow costume. Still others will push aside a costume that has been pinned rather than sewn. Old dothes associated with a past show are he!d to be lucky. They need not necessar ily be wom during the new play but should be dose at hand-an old pair of shoes wom during a successful per formance, old underware, a favorite hat, a wom and seedy coat. Some actors refuse to re move certain rings or other pieces of personal jewelry since this could mean bad luck. A wedding ring in partic ular is often taped rather then removed. Many other stage taboos exist: no whistling in a dress ing room prior to a perform ance and no make-up p re par ation in a dressing room with a broken mirror. As for stage properties, fresh flowers should never be used on stage. Lilies, fresh or artificial, should never appear, and peacock feathers should never be brought into the theatre, let alone on stage. Veteran actors-for good reason-try to avoid acting with children or animals, and they attempt to avoid invalid roles for fear that the simulat ed condition may carry into reality. Readers are invited to send folk materials to "Folk-Ways and Folk-Speech," Box 376, Appalachian State University, Boone, NC 28608. The church's foundation Written and illustrated by A. Wayne Wiiheim The doctrine of the gospel is built on a solid foundation. That foundation is Christ. When Peter acknowledged Christ as the Son of the living God, Christ answered, "Upon this rock I will build rny church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it" (Ma. 16:18). There has been conflicting thought about the phrase, "this rock." Christ declared that liter's statement regard ing His deity was not only true, but, in fact, was revela tion to him from God. Christ further asserted that this rock, this divine revelation, would be the basis for the Church which He, Christ, would estab lish and sustain. The explan ation proclaimed by the Ro man church is that Christ called Peter the rock upon which the Church would be built. Protestantism does not concur with this interpreta tion, believing that such was not the intention of Christ. Actually, the Church refers to all believers, those who through faith accept Christ as Savior, regardless of the time or place in which their lives on eatlh occur. Since this is the case, they may be known to one another, or they may be strangers. Nevertheless, there is a strong bond of unity between them because they are joined together by their relationship to Christ. Christ is the head and believers are the body of the Church. A common concept of church is that of a building, frequently with a towering steeple pointing upward toward heaven. Since this image is the common concept of church, such a building is shown in the illustration. How ever, it is only used here symbolically. A buildingis only associated with Christianity as a meeting place, and believers may meet together at any place and any time. A building lades significance since, in itself, it lacks a living Spirit. We esperienoe Church when Spirit-filled believers assem ble to worship and praise God the Father and God the Son. It may take place in a great cathedral, a humble church, a storefront or borrowed meet ing hall. It may also be found when a few meet in a home—or an individual worships in pri vate, knowing that he is just one of the many loyal followers of the Lord. It does no depend on the place, but on the presence of God's Holy Spirit. Christ said, "...true worship pers shall worship the Father 6WV 7W3 /Poorer ^z/ /WZ? 7RP647Ky<3r/%3YJy%M/ M37* /Wf^/Zy4GHAM5r /T An^/e/g /s in spirit and in truth" (Jn. 4:23). We must keep before us the meaning that was unmistak ably in the mind of Christ when He spoke of His Church. As members of His body, our strength comes from depend ence upon Him. Satan will never prevail against God's plan and promise for His Church, for the Almighty's infinite power is arraigned against him. ") was obtiged to be industrious. Whoever is equatty industrious wit) succeed.equatty we))." Johann Sebastian Bach Letters to the editor To the editor: As the appointed liaison to the Public Safety Departments of our town, my hat is off to our Fire and Police Depart ments for their fine perform ance during the emergency at Ridgecrest last Saturday night. 1 have been very disappoint ed at the lack of attention the area news media has shown to Black Mountain's Public Safe ty officials the past few days and wish to call the public's attention to a few facts via the Black Mountain News. Having access to a scanner and being able to hear first hand our personnel carry out their responsibilities, was both revealing and rewarding to me. I would like to personally commend Fire Chief Bartlett and the members of his de partment and Rescue Squad, also Police Officers Kerlee, Sorrells and Wilson, our radio dispatchers and all auxiliary personnel. As the intensity and severity of the situation developed I was most impressed with the professionalism shown by Of ficer inatcus as he directed much of the vehicular traffic, leading other law enforcement agencies to the critical areas, thus saving much precious time, while intermittently he was calling back to his base in town & see that auxiliary personnel kept the town cover ed and protected. I was equally impressed with the efficiency of Fire Chief Bartlett and his handling of all communications and the operations of his entire depart ment and Rescue Squad. This certainly shows good leader ship qualities and shows his willingness to serve long, overtime hours. Thank you, Public Safety personnel, one and all! Ruth Brandon, Coundlwoman To the editor: When a rumor is passed on to me about a person 1 never repeat it. It may not be true. The rumor presently circulat ing however is of great interest to those of us who already have been hard hit by Ingle's move out of .own. Has he or has h- not a lease on the property that hevacatedso drat no other food market can open up there? If true, you could not print our estimation of the man. A whole town must be on its knees to the power of one person, one group just as it happened recently in an en tirely different matter. Mildred Rear! Perris, Black Mountain
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