Had an email recently from John Clark, not BladenOnline’s John Clark, another John Clark, a native of Elizabethtown, now living in the Charlotte area, after a long career at Davidson College. His mom, Mrs. Adele Clark, who is ‘101 and a half’, wife of former NC Court of Appeals Judge Edward B. Clark, who now resides in the Laurinburg (?) area, recently had a visit from Jane Wilson, daughter of the late Martha Jane Cox of Clarkton. Ms. Wilson married a law professor in England and has been living there for decades, according to John. Their relationship goes back many years, a Cox-Clark, Bladen County connection.
While I was ‘processing’ that bit of info, realized another 101 year old with local ties died this past weekend. Ms. Mary Lee Crocker, a Vance County native, mother of retired Judge Nancy Phillips of Elizabethtown, passed Saturday night in a local rest home. Funeral arrangements to be announced.
So why was I thinking about those two? Just a thought while shaving … no rhyme or reason. Probably like many others, if my health remains reasonably good, hope to break their records for longevity.
Remember years ago, local newspapers had neighborhood correspondences that kept up with news at that level. Example … someones grandchildren had lunch with granny and it was in the news. … That was before the conglomerates came calling…
And while covering news related to senior citizens, congratulations to one of my younger brothers who is supposedly slowing down after a long career as a Baptist pastor. Rev. James Ronald Hester of Bladenboro recently made the announcement after well over 50 (?) years in the ministry. He served several churches in the Bladen, Robeson, Cumberland County area, actually from Wilmington to the Asheboro area. He will continue to be active, but not a full-time pastor.
When I was a child, I thought nap time was punishment. Now, it’s like a mini vacation.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for 10 minutes, come our wrinkle free and three sizes smaller.
“Getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering why I’m here.
robert g hester