Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-08-16
Cr1tS and y
Gravel
BY T. MOSES JONES

Who remembers back in 1927 when
the big blizzard full of snow fell about
the first of March? There l lay down
at the San on the west porch. A fell
low named Lloyd was on the corner
cot. He has long since passed on into
the next world. / do not know what
became of the little fellow on the next
bed. Can't even remember his name,
but he was funny and was always
telling a joke and kicking up lively
time to keep us boys from getting
homesick. have heard that the next
man, Mr.. Bass, has also passed on
and out, but am not sure.
Gene Willis, of New Bern, was next,
a tall, broad shouldered young fell
low. Think he still lives, Mr. High
was next, Burnice High. I have al
ways wondered why any man or wo-
man would name boy by that name.
He was from Nashville, NJ c., but
passed out of the picture four or five
years ago. Your Old Nose occupied
the next bed, and there still remains
a hole in the wall where I would
knock on wood every time made any
kind of statement that had the sem
blance of sounding the least bit like
making a brag.-
Next was Bob Widenhouse, from
Gastonia, who has also left this world
of sickness, sorrow and trouble. Bill
Matthews, a fine-looking young Eng
lishman was next. He met very
tragic death at Winston-Salem several
years later. A Mr.. Lindsey has also
passed on, and boy from Pinetops,
HI A
Mr.. Duke from Asheville, a railroad
man. went back home but later had
relapse, and now is no more. An
old man, to whom I wrote later when
I had gotten home, and the post Of
flee force stamped DEAD on it in
large letters, and returned it to me.
There was Malcolm Robertson, from
Forest City; Pete Baggett from some
small town l can't remember; a Mr..
Spain, a Mr.. Reece, and others, who
have died, but a lot of us are still
living to tell the tale. This is early
Monday morning, and what I started
out to tell is that Sunday morning I
felt just like something was going to
happen. About half past one Mrs.
Jones told me man wanted to see
me at the door, I rushed out, and
there stood what looked like strang-
er at the first glance. The next second
l saw it was Isaac Franklin Yelverton,
of Fremont, N. C..
So he and Mrs. Yelverton came in
and stayed an hour or so with us.
When l left the west porch of the San,.
1 went out to the mems cottage. On
my porch out there were three others,
in
Lacy Whiting, of Lumberton, and
this very "Fox-Hunter" Yelverton.
That is what we called him, and he
still goes on big hunts, so he told me.
During all of the nearly eight
months at the San, I never got out
to go anywhere except the very day
before left Mrs. Yelvertoh' was down
for the week END and got permission
to. take her old man to Aberdeen for
a ride So they asked me to go along
with them.
was to have gone home the fol-
lowing week, Sunday, August IL, but
my folks came to see me on August 4.
the first time had seen them in ten
weeks, so DR.. Mccain gave me one
week off of my sentence for good be-
havior, and let me go back home that
day, and l purely cried for joy.
Mr.. Yelverton and myself had a lot
to talk about in that short time he
was to see us yesterday. Mrs. Jones
had met his wife there, so they also
knew each other. They invited us
down to see them, and we hope to fool
them some day soon and go down for
the weekend. The Yelvertons were
on their way to Virginia to visit her
aunt. Their arrival was like the pro-
verbal bolt of thunder from a clear
sky. In fact, we would hardly have
been any more surprised had the
| lightning come down in a flash and
| tore up the pavement in front of our
| house.
One morning several of us were out
| taking exercise and all of a sudden
Fox-Huntar ran in front and grabbed
up something off the ground. Some
BODY had lost two one dollar bills. I
| always was made with him for find
! ing it instead of one of us poor boys
who needed it, as sometimes we had
to beg stamps sto mail our letters
.1ome a'"t
Mr.. Yelverton sure looks well and
strong now. He has gained lot OF
weight so it seems. I told him that
he looked ten years younger than he
did eleven years ago when last saw
him. Yes. it was sure pleasant sur
prise. and a glad one, to have seen
them.
But the day was full Of surprises.
After they had gone, we went over
to see how Daddy Jones was getting
on. He is still in bed, and does not
seem to be getting any stronger. First
thing I knew big car full OF folks
drove up and stopped, and the occu-
pants got out. 1t turned out to pc
Mrs. Jennie Breedlove, of Cokesbury
and a part of her family. Had not
coon her since the golden wedding an