Change is never a breeze, but the closer change comes to the heart, the worse it feels.
I was pleased, and am pleased, to learn that the baseball team of my old alma mater will be going to the World Series -- the Division II College World Series, more precisely -- this weekend. The Mount Olive College Trojans
beat the USC-Aiken Pacers twice on last Sunday and Monday to win the NCAA Division II South Atlantic Regional, and they'll
play the South Central Regional champion, Ouachita Baptist, this Sunday at 2:30 p.m.
Good for Carl Lancaster, the coach at Mount Olive since (almost) before there were
pickles. And good for Mount Olive, where the Trojans played on home turf -- Scarborough Field -- last weekend.
I've never been a big baseball fan, but you have to cheer when your alma mater does well, and I'm cheering.
To get the scoop, of course, I went to the website of Mount Olive's hometown newspaper, the Tribune. I was shocked.
Now, I've not lived there in 10 years. But when I left Mount Olive, I'd spent almost half my life there. A place has charms, and you get used to them. I once participated in a panel discussion on Southern literature, the theme of which was "the sense of place." That sense is, of course, the defining essence of Southern literature. No other region of the nation has such a niche carved out for it in literature, and that's because Southern writers from
Edgar Poe and
Thomas Wolfe, to
Capote and
Faulkner, to
Edgerton to
McLaurin and
Gibbons, (and
Eudora Welty, and
Harry Crews, and
Doris Betts) write about the places they know. If biography is history, then place is biography, at least in the South.
And I do, often, miss the little town. Ruth's beef stew at the Piggly Wiggly deli. Two-seater airplane rides over the
Pickle Festival crowds. The angry, winedark sky in the minutes before an evening storm in July. Turkey subs at Pizza Village, the best I've had anywhere yet.
Pickle brine hanging heavy in the hot night air at Labor Day. And March daffodils on Main Street. I spent three or four days exploring an iced-over wonderland there during a freak winter storm in the 1980s. And when the sun came out
after Hurricane Fran in 1996, I walked many of the town's blocks sight-seeing the downed trees. There was nothing else to do; there was no power and there wouldn't be for a few days.
Since leaving there, I've kept connected to town mainly through the Mount Olive Tribune website. The Trib published only twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, but that was enough to keep expatriates informed. So I've checked in two or three times a month to get a fix. And that fix, for the most part, has come from Nelson Bland, the paper's long-time photographer, long-time reporter and long-time columnist. If memory serves, Nelson has been part of the structure of the Trib for longer than Steve Herring's been the editor, and Steve's been there a long, long time.
For years, when I've gone to the Trib's website, I'd look first at the top story or two, get my bearings, then head to the left side of the screen, where I could get the inside scoop: Nelson's Notes and Bland's Focus, which were Nelson's column and a picture or two that he'd taken during the past week. If you read just the top couple of stories and Nelson's Notes, a far-from-home fella like me could feel attuned again.
Like
this segment from a little while back:
Since the announcement that the Tribune has been sold--again--I have received numerous calls and folks have stopped me in the stores and restaurants to ask about it.
They wanted to know if I was going to stay and continue this column and the 50 and 25 Years Ago stuff, which they said they enjoy.
Well, I’m getting old, and actually I’m getting a little tired and burned out after 38 years of going way beyond the call of duty, being dedicated and loyal like the late Tribune editor Cletus Brock taught me.
Sometimes I just want to go home, and as my double first cousin Doris Price Rhodes of Goldsboro says, get inside, turn around and look out the door and tell the world to kiss my butt, and shut the door.
Anyway, whether I close that door or not, I do appreciate all your comments and support over the years.
Janice Rogers of Dudley, whose son, Randy Rogers is the Arrington fire chief, is one of those who called. She told me she takes the Goldsboro News-Argus, but she loves the Tribune and “the stuff you put in there.”
Janice said that when I was in the hospital for several weeks last fall, that “the Tribune just wasn’t the same, not as good.”
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One lady, Charlotte Price Goodwin of Folly Beach, South Carolina, called. She is originally from Seven Springs and says she loves to get her Tribune to read about homefolks.
Charlotte said that she likes this column and the 50 and 25 Years Ago stuff.
She said her husband, Tim Goodwin, a retired DuPont employee, is a city councilman in Folly Beach , which is about 10 minutes from Charleston .
I learned that Charlotte ’s son is Curtis Barwick, whose photo I took many times when he was a FFA student at Southern Wayne High School. He is employed with a swine operation, Coharrie Farms, and is a past president of the N.C. Pork Council.
“He loves them hogs,” Charlotte said.
She continued, “I have always taken the Tribune, so now, don’t you quit writing because if you do, the Tribune won’t be the same.”
Many other folks have made me feel good when they have said things like this. Thanks, y’all!
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Up there in the photo is Gene Sasser and his wife, Susie, with pretty four little registered Jack Russell puppies that Gene raises. He donated one to the recent Rones Chapel United Methodist Church fundraising auction.
Gene, a former Wayne County sheriff’s deputy, is now a Duplin County turkey producer and lives near Rones Chapel.
His son Billy is in the Coast Guard and has done well, even went to England to do some work with the Coast Guard, or something similar over there and personally met the Queen of England.
Anyway, every year Gene donates a Jack Russell puppy to the Rones Chapel event. It’s the only auction I’ve been to where a puppy is sold.
So, if you want a Jack Russell, Gene is the man to see.
That's what I was looking for when I went to the Trib's site today. I wanted to hear Nelson's take on the team from Mount Olive going to Sauget, Illinois, for the College World Series.
But there was no Nelson's Notes. No Bland's Focus. Almost no Trib at all.
Maybe the Trib is renovating its website and doesn't have all the features back in place. I've read recently that it's been bought out again; I just Googled a bit and found out who the new owners are, which explains why the new Trib website looks an awful lot like the websites of the Princeton paper and the Wayne-Wilson paper. I saw recently that Steve was voted into the college's Hall of Fame but I hope that doesn't mean he's retiring. But if these changes are real, and definite, then they're a bit drastic.
At any rate, finding no information there about the Trojans going to the World Series, I wound up going to the Goldsboro News-Argus's website, where I found four separate stories on their achievement.
