Last of the Nine

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By Roger Barbee

A road trip to the Sandhills of South Carolina is required. Unlike most requirements, this one is given freely because of the summer days I spent with Aunt Lynn and her husband Uncle Gene when I was a young boy. 

The year 1928 was not the best of times to be born, but Aunt Lynn’s parents and nine children managed through the Great Depression, even using it like a fire to temper their strength and resolve. She grew and married a local boy, Eugene Burch. They, too, farmed– cotton, corn, soy beans, corn, timber, wheat, and what ever else would bring them a profit. They also had chicken houses and that is how I experienced some wonderful summer days as their egg gatherer, cleaner, grader, and packer. But most of all, I remember those summer days as ones where I was given the responsible for me: The accountability of how I performed my egg duties, how I chopped my two rows of cotton as Uncle Gene chopped his four, and how I managed the other given tasks that, when done correctly, contributed to the farm’s success.

Aunt Lynn allowed me to grow during those hot summer days by giving me freedom that her older sister, my mother, could not. She shepherded me so that any decision I made seemingly was mine, but they were mostly hers. Her stern hand guided me as she fed me great meals that never seemed to lack anything a young boy wanted.

But every great summer day ended, and a ride for me with some local farmers who worked the 2nd shift in Plant 1, Cannon Mills, was found, and I returned home: A boy rich with memories of many achievements and adventures on a small, Sandhill farm.

NC Historical Sites

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By David Freeze

Summer Expectations including NC Historical Sites

  After this weekend, our Rowan County running events are on hiatus until August 29th, and that one is a different sort of event with the word racing not likely to be uttered once in association. The SRR Prediction 5K must be done without watches or any other time, pace or distance device. Most people run or walk it at a reduced pace, trying to calculate in their head how to be closest to their predicted goal.

    As I have done in the past, summer remains a good time to travel. My long-distance cycling has always been done in the summer and so have many of my own personal travel adventures. Included in these travels have so far been all 100 NC county seats and all state parks in NC. Both were tremendous fun and I learned to love my state even more. Another NC adventure was the run/walk across the state from Murphy to Manteo.

    The next challenge on the horizon is continuing my visits to all the currently open North Carolina Historic Sites. Some I have already visited were often due to their proximity to state parks. Here is the short list of those already checked off the list. There are 27 NC Historic Sites, but at present two are not open. Those visited and reported on previously in the Post include–

The CSS Neuse Memorial, a Civil War ironclad near Kinston

Fort Fisher, the coastal Civil War fort near Kure Beach

Roanoke Island Festival Park in Manteo

Somerset Place, an antebellum plantation near Creswell.

The Thomas Wolfe Memorial house in Asheville

The NC Transportation Museum in Spencer.

Historic Bath and Historic Edenton. 

   That leaves 19 to visit, minus the two currently not open including at the House in the Horseshoe, an American Revolution home near Sanford, and Shallow Ford, used to cross the Yadkin River near Lewisville. Shallow Ford is a new project and set to open later this year.

   The first of the remaining 17 sites is Fort Dobbs, which my granddaughter and I visited on Wednesday, 7/15. In 2026, Fort Dobbs opened a new, purpose-built visitor center to serve the public. At nearly 3,700 square feet, the new facility is more than five times larger than the site’s previous visitor center, which was housed in a 1940s log cabin. The new center has a contemporary exhibit gallery, modern restrooms, and paved parking, and has an expanded gift shop, lobby area, and office spaces for staff.

   Fort Dobbs was the only permanent frontier provincial fort in the colony of North Carolina. Construction began in late 1755 and was completed one year later.  It served as the military headquarters for a frontier company (approximately fifty men) as well as a safe-haven for settlers during what was called the French and Indian War.

    The fort was attacked on the night of February 27, 1760, when more than sixty Cherokees were repelled. The garrison suffered two men wounded, as well as having one colonial boy killed. One of the wounded soldiers died a month later. The Cherokee were reported to have lost 10-12 men killed and wounded. Local settlers who had camped near the fort were taken inside until the Cherokee left the area.

   By the end of 1761, the British had essentially won the war and only thirty troops remained at the fort. Colonial leaders disbanded the troops and removed all the supplies of the garrison as settlement moved far west of the fort. The neglected fort was in ruins by 1766 and abandoned.

  Rebuilding the fort lasted from 2016 to 2019. An interesting documentary of the construction plays continually in the visitor center and describes how                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        the project was based on historical knowledge of the fort. It was built of huge white oak logs, at least 600 of them, and the sawing was done on site. The first floor has 18-inch thick walls while                                                                                                                                   the second floor walls are twelve inches thick with the third floor dropping to 6 inches thick. Each floor has 100 firing ports.                                                                                                                                              

    Part of the original defensive ditch remains, a place where riflemen could lie behind a dirt mound and fire at attackers. Called the Bend at Fourth Creek, the fort’s location is on top of a hill and the ten square miles surrounding the fort were home to about 35 settler families which in 1754 was considered the edge of civilization.

   Inside the rebuilt fort, soldier’s living and fighting quarters are tight with two to a bed for enlisted men and officers having their own bed. Sleeping soldiers used a bedpan for overnight bathroom needs, with the pans being emptied first thing by the lowest ranking enlisted men. Six men formed a mess and were responsible for making their own meals. The nearest food supply point was in Salisbury, about 50 miles away. Weapons were stacked and ready at all times. Two small cannons are mounted in windows. Soldiers’ jackets and beds were available to try on or lie upon.

   The small cabin, built in the 1940’s by the Daughters of the American Revolution, was once the visitor center. The grounds are well-kept, and several major events happen each year. An America250 event is set for November 14th with re-enactors and living history demonstrations.

     Fort Dobbs Historical Site was outstanding and has me excited for more visits ahead It is located close to NC 21 and I-40!

    Look for news on local running and walking events at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org

All Hands on Deck

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By Lynna Clark

My daddy is a great story teller. In honor of his eighty-fifth birthday, I’m retelling one of his. I naively asked one day if the ocean ever got rough enough to be scary when he was out to sea.
“Oh yes.” He replied with a laugh.

I figured that on a huge aircraft carrier he might not even notice a storm. The few times I’ve been out on the ocean I quickly realized that the sea is not for me. I recall praying something similar to “Lord, if You will just get me back to land, I will never gripe or complain again.” He answered my prayers even though He knows I’m a liar.

My question prompted daddy to tell us a story we’d never heard. His ship was near the Arctic Circle along with a fleet of US Navy vessels. Together with the British Navy they were doing maneuvers during the Korean conflict. All their planes were in the air when suddenly a thick fog rolled in. It settled in and stayed for a very serious amount of time.

“It was so thick you couldn’t see any of the other ships. We were in real danger because planes were running out of fuel and the pilots couldn’t see to land. The captain came over the ship’s loudspeaker and called ‘ALL HANDS ON DECK!’”

“Once we were assembled, the captain gave an order. It was really more of a request. He asked us to pray. Everybody bowed their heads. Within about ten minutes, the fog cleared and planes came dropping out of the sky. You’ve never seen such a swarm! It didn’t matter if they were Brits or American, they were scrambling just to land on any vessel before that fog rolled back in. There were over a hundred planes in the air above us that day. We didn’t lose a single one.”

It’s good for us to feel helpless at times. It’s important to recognize that we cannot control each situation to our liking. It’s wise to realize that in the grand scope of things, we are actually very small. Like tiny vessels tossed in an enormous angry sea we know in our soul that we need help. How amazing that the One Who created the vast ocean has invited us to call on His Name, and He hears us! With just a Word, the winds obey Him. The waves are still. The fog is lifted and suddenly, through no power of our own, we find ourselves safely home.

The age old request “LORD help!” is a very powerful prayer. Only when we come to the end of our own wisdom and resources, can we fully appreciate Who He is. And He doesn’t even wait for us sailors to clean up our lives before He answers.
How great is our God!

“’LORD help!’ they cried in their trouble and He saved them from their distress. He calmed the storm to a whisper and stilled the waves. What a blessing was that stillness as He bought them safely into harbor! Let them praise the LORD for His great love and for the wonderful things He has done for them.” -Psalm107:28-31

Christmas in July

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By Ashlie Miller

Christmas in July is something I have shared previously. It served to boost my family’s morale in the midst of a very rough year. Turns out, it is not a newer tradition – a recent issue of the magazine Our State shared a piece of the possible origins at Keystone Camp in Brevard, NC, during the 1930s.

Yes, thoughts of cooler seasons in the midst of too many days in the 90-degree weather is a welcome embrace. Enjoying treats, Christmas movies (or even an entire channel dedicated to the genre), and summer-equivalent tradeoffs for Christmas bucket-list activities brings a smile to many faces. Pass the red and green watermelon, a snow cone, and maybe some lemon-iced sugar cookies.

But why stop there?

Each year, I am blessed to receive emails, books, pamphlets, and more with advent reading plans, devotions dedicated to the season, and suggestions for acts of kindness to perform with the family. Just last week, in a Little Free Library at the local park, I picked up a book titled “How Far to Bethlehem” by Norah Lofts, who wrote many historical fiction titles. Sadly, there is not enough time in December to relish these thoughtful liturgies.

Our church is in the midst of a daily Bible-reading plan this year. We transition this weekend from the Old Testament and its prophecies to the arrival of Christ in human flesh in the New Testament. What timing! It really can be a Christmas in July celebration in our spirit. How refreshing!

I plan to read through some of the gift books we have received over the years for Christmas while on the porch, perhaps sipping some ice-cold sweet tea. These longer nights with the twinkle of lightning bugs and the hanging strand of lights in the backyard are the perfect backdrop for a birth that was likely not in a bleak midwinter we like to imagine. Instead of carols, wind chimes, birds chirping, crickets, cicada, and toads are the soundtrack.

Yes, the lazy, dog-days of summer may be just what my mind and spirit need before life cranks back up with school, schedule changes, and too many plans stacking up at the end of the year like a multi-car pileup.

Reminders of the first advent resonate with our heart’s longing for a second advent of Christ – and the December calendar does not have to have the market on stirring our hearts towards that story.

Do you have a favorite Christmas book or devotional? I’d love for you to share it with me.

Ashlie Miller lives in Concord, NC. You can email her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com

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