Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-08-01
Cr1tS and
s
Gravel 49,
BY T. MOSES JONES

Sat up late last night talking to
Cousin Eunice Crews Culler's, so we
slept a bit late this morning !Tues-
day. She had nice breakfast
ready for us shortly-country ham
fried, biscuits and butter, cereal.
peaches and cream-a breakfast fl.
for anyone. Which and same we all
enjoyed to the last drop of good, hot
coffee. Soon afterwards, we packed
our things and then packed them in
to the car, we hated to leave, but were
glad to start homeward.
We went by the Cherokee Inn where
we stayed until the night before, to
tell them all goodbye. There at the
wharf was Waldo, THE FISHER
MAN, on his job. He had already
caught six or eight large fish: / They
were biting that morning, and I
might have had fine luck i'll had
not left. So L. told Waldo goodbye,
and we. all departed.
The sun was shining bright, and the
day was clear. 1t was the first pretty
morning since our arrival. We left
at nine o'clock. One of the ladies
was leaving for home also, and She
rode with us as far as ASheville. She
was a Miss Gruetzmacher who work
ed in one of the largest department
stores of Tampa, Fla. She had been at
the lake several days and was stop
ping at Hendersonville with relatives
tor short stay.
We went to the Postoffice to mail
some cards and copy of Grits and
Gravel to the Dispatch. Left Miss
Gruetzmacher at the bus station at
eleven. Her bus was due in fifteen
minutes more. We travelled route 70
for about four miles to be told we had
taken the wrong end of the route and
were OIL the way towards Johnson
City, Tenn. We turned around and
re-passed the very beautiful Beaver
Lake. Saw an old man tramping It
along who looked to be over and up
wards of eighty.
We stopped at Good Gulf Station
for another supply of gas and got
some new road maps. We retraced
route 70. to the Langren Hotel and
turned left. That was at 11:2O. The
road sign said Statesville ITO miles.
Out of town several miles we rode
all around beautiful new settlement
called Beverley Hills and Fairway
Drive. We looked for Mrs. Jones'
cousins, the Pat Kearneys, but they
had recently moved, so we did not &c.
| to see them.
It was several years ago that Cou-
sin Matte Kearney and her daughter.
Miss Lillian, together with other rela-
tives, were at our home to- supper
We have not seen them again since
that time.
Soon we came to a road sign point
ing to SwanannOa, which was only
short distance away. Another sign
said Montreal miles. Then we pass
ed Black Mountain. In a short time
we passed a beautiful new brick
building which looked almost a quart
err of a mile lone. We did not see
any sign ito tell it's identity, but later
found out that it was the Western
Carolina San, right where is the
young Harry Steagall from right here
at Oxford. 1 wonder if he would have
liked to have seen us.
At Ridgecrest we saw the fine
buildings of the Southern Baptist. AS
sembly, and hundreds of young folks
were just coming out of one of the
buildings We looked among the
great throng for the very red head Of
Young Mr.. Moore. son of Mrs Moore
whom we left at the Cherokee Inn a.
the lake. She and her daughter,
Miss Lorene, were staying at the lake
while he was taking one of the courses
at Ridgecrest. Then they all were 60
ing to Washington, D. c. before re-