Over my life time at Park View Baptist Church, I have seen how theLord uses different church programs
to reach different age groups of children and helps mold them into the active Christians needed in His bride,
the Church. These four programs are Sunbeams, Sunday School, RA's (Royal Ambassadors). and GA's
(Girls' Auxiliary) and BTU. I identify these programs 2 ways: 1) by the part played in the wedding party and
2) by the people Park View has entrusted this job to.
Consider my analogies. Sunbeams first introduce the love, trust, obedience, and joy of receiving God's
Word. Flower girls and ring bearers remind us that a wedding is about to start and attention is demanded.
Mrs. Lineberger taught us in Sunbeams at her house during Sunday morning service. We sang about being a
Sunbeam for Jesus and she told us Bible stories about how to be a Sunbeam to other children.
Sunday school was the anenue we learned about Christian duty. We learned to give our money and our
time to grow to be Christians. Therefore Thelma Thomas was my Junior teacher,the time when all kids are
beginning to be independent from their parents' discipline. At this time in a pre-teen life, they need to know
they should stand for something and must develop their own personalities. Mrs. Thomas was always
available to listen to us and without prejudice or condescension help us to see through our adolescent
changes and questions. So, in this way, ushers and bridesmaids show order and organization demanded for
the Christian walk or marriage.
RA's and GA's always showed pre-teens how to apply what was learned in Sunday School.It is just like
math word problems; if the student does not know how to apply the arithmetic tables memorized in school, it
was a waste of his time. Jack Palmer was the epitome of the RA leader. He always helped us guys to know
that personal involvement was essential to the Christian's growth. It is not always enough to learn about
Jesus; a youth must step up and do something to show his commitment to being like Him. Like the best man,
RA's stands in and stand up for the groom.
BTU, however, is the culmination of youth training. Teenagers need someone to challenge them to take
the next step in discipleship. Noah and Jane Brown were exactly what was needed at Park View. Every
Sunday evening for an hour before church, the teenagers got together to put into practice what we were
learning in Sunday School. Mr Brown with the boys and Mrs. Brown with the girls made a formidable team
that taught us all concern for each other, politeness in all situations, and the Christian response to any
question.
Sunbeams announce the wedding and the associated joy. Sunday School introduces what will be
expected of the wedding party like the ring bearer and flower girl. The ushers and bridesmaids attend to the
needs of the wedding party and the best man shows the way by his model of standing up for the joining of the
bride and groom.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Fifth Grade Dilemma
In 1955, schools were a little different than they are now. The students in schools in 2010 have a much
better scholastic opportunity now. The teachers were not in government's gun sites then as they are now. If I
did a punishable act, I was punished, and if I complained about it, my parents were informed and I got
another punishment at home. Teachers were feared but totally respected. I remember my fifth grade teacher
counseling the entire class of boys at one time one day.
"Girls, during the first few minutes of recess today, I need for you to go play together right outside the
classroom where I can see you from my class windows. I will be able to see you from here; so, do not stray
from in front of my windows. Thank you. Class dismissed. You girls are excused." Mrs. McDermott, fifth
grade teacher at Club Boulevard Elementary School, smiled and ushered the girls out the door,down the hall,
and out onto the playground.
When she walked into the classroom, she softly closed the door, turned to us boys, took off her horn
rimmed glasses, and stared ahead---apparently in thought. We wanted to giggle because we had never seen
her at such a loss for words. She lowered her head, put her glasses back on, and continued to stare at the
floor.
After a moment, she looked up and her eyes were just like the picture of Jesus in my living room at
home. Without moving her eyes she seemed to follow my every look and I am sure all of us felt the same as
she said, "I am so hurt and disappointd this week. I heard something earlier this week and I could not believe
my ears. So, I have paid special attention this week and have had the hall monitors check for me this week.
"You ten year old boys have a lot of responsibility. You have all been blessed with loving parents living
around the NorthgatePark neighborhood where safety, security, and education are freely available to you.
Your fathers all work hard all week to buy you the clothes, food, toys, and bikes you need. You all have
loving mothers who meet you at home every day after school, provide snacks, and give you a worry-free
place to play and study."
"None of your parents mistreat you or make you do without. If so, I would know it. You all probably
have chores to do, but if you don't do them, your parents do them for you. Everything is as it should be for
ten year old kids!"
"Why do you feel like you have to say bad words and curse? Do you not realize that every tme you say
a bad work you are telling me that you don't respect me? Every time you curse you are telling your parents
that you don't trust them! Every time you do that you are even spitting in the face of God!!He did not intend
for this world to have children who would not honor their parents! He forgives you every time you say an
ugly word, but it still hurts Him deeply!"
"You have a responsibility to me, your parents, and God. I will not bring this up again. I leave it up to
you. The next time I tell anyone it will be when you go to Principal Ridenhour's office and he calls your
parents. Think about respect for yourself and for all of us; there is no reason for fear--just respect. Go on out
to recess now and come back prepared to study and learn. Class dismissed."
I still think about "Mrs. McDevil" a lot when I am confronted with a choice. Do I mouth off or do I
respond maturely? Her lesson made a lasting impression on all of us that day because no one wanted to hurt
her or their parents.We just thought cussing was cool and mature.
Then I look at what kids today face in schools. Teachers with no parental support, threatening laws
and regulations, forced curriculum, and mutual co-worker distrust. We have police roaming the halls and
grounds, birth control pill giveaway programs, no punishment, bullying, smoking and drug usage, knives and
guns in book bags, and daily fights to keep tension high and learning expectations low.
Once again each of us has a choice to make, Do we just let things go on the way they are, or do we
seek respect for our teachers, administrators, and even our own children? I know what Mrs. McDevitt
would do. She would take off her glasses,lower her head, weep, and then talk to the problem.
better scholastic opportunity now. The teachers were not in government's gun sites then as they are now. If I
did a punishable act, I was punished, and if I complained about it, my parents were informed and I got
another punishment at home. Teachers were feared but totally respected. I remember my fifth grade teacher
counseling the entire class of boys at one time one day.
"Girls, during the first few minutes of recess today, I need for you to go play together right outside the
classroom where I can see you from my class windows. I will be able to see you from here; so, do not stray
from in front of my windows. Thank you. Class dismissed. You girls are excused." Mrs. McDermott, fifth
grade teacher at Club Boulevard Elementary School, smiled and ushered the girls out the door,down the hall,
and out onto the playground.
When she walked into the classroom, she softly closed the door, turned to us boys, took off her horn
rimmed glasses, and stared ahead---apparently in thought. We wanted to giggle because we had never seen
her at such a loss for words. She lowered her head, put her glasses back on, and continued to stare at the
floor.
After a moment, she looked up and her eyes were just like the picture of Jesus in my living room at
home. Without moving her eyes she seemed to follow my every look and I am sure all of us felt the same as
she said, "I am so hurt and disappointd this week. I heard something earlier this week and I could not believe
my ears. So, I have paid special attention this week and have had the hall monitors check for me this week.
"You ten year old boys have a lot of responsibility. You have all been blessed with loving parents living
around the NorthgatePark neighborhood where safety, security, and education are freely available to you.
Your fathers all work hard all week to buy you the clothes, food, toys, and bikes you need. You all have
loving mothers who meet you at home every day after school, provide snacks, and give you a worry-free
place to play and study."
"None of your parents mistreat you or make you do without. If so, I would know it. You all probably
have chores to do, but if you don't do them, your parents do them for you. Everything is as it should be for
ten year old kids!"
"Why do you feel like you have to say bad words and curse? Do you not realize that every tme you say
a bad work you are telling me that you don't respect me? Every time you curse you are telling your parents
that you don't trust them! Every time you do that you are even spitting in the face of God!!He did not intend
for this world to have children who would not honor their parents! He forgives you every time you say an
ugly word, but it still hurts Him deeply!"
"You have a responsibility to me, your parents, and God. I will not bring this up again. I leave it up to
you. The next time I tell anyone it will be when you go to Principal Ridenhour's office and he calls your
parents. Think about respect for yourself and for all of us; there is no reason for fear--just respect. Go on out
to recess now and come back prepared to study and learn. Class dismissed."
I still think about "Mrs. McDevil" a lot when I am confronted with a choice. Do I mouth off or do I
respond maturely? Her lesson made a lasting impression on all of us that day because no one wanted to hurt
her or their parents.We just thought cussing was cool and mature.
Then I look at what kids today face in schools. Teachers with no parental support, threatening laws
and regulations, forced curriculum, and mutual co-worker distrust. We have police roaming the halls and
grounds, birth control pill giveaway programs, no punishment, bullying, smoking and drug usage, knives and
guns in book bags, and daily fights to keep tension high and learning expectations low.
Once again each of us has a choice to make, Do we just let things go on the way they are, or do we
seek respect for our teachers, administrators, and even our own children? I know what Mrs. McDevitt
would do. She would take off her glasses,lower her head, weep, and then talk to the problem.
Friendship at Northgate
Growing up as a teeenager would be unbearable without a close friend. We all need someone who cares
for the things we care about. We need to talk to the friend about choices he has made, chances he has taken
and share concerns and experiences. No one needs that more than a teenager. Growing up I had a lot of
friends like that but one special friend at the Bird Park stands out to me. I went to Danny's house many
Saturday morning and had waffles and syrup with him and his family.
Danny Goodwin and I shared bicycling, creek fishing, and sports experiences, but the one experience
that proved him to be my best friend happened at one of our afternoon football games at Barfield Youth
Center. About twelve of us junior high teens would meet each weekday to show our competitive natures.
We threw long passes, ran hard, hit each other harder, and yelled at each other for errors.Crawford Jobe
and Ricky Maisto generally got into fist fights every week or two due to their competitiveness.
This week, however, was my turn. For some reason I don't remember Ricky and I got into a shoving
match. Tempers flared but everyone calmed us down so we could continue playing. As the sun came down
and signaled the end of the game, Ricky got upset with me yet again and challenged me. I had already
forgotten whatever the original argument was about and did not want to fight. I may have been afraid or
simply was not motivated to respond. At any rate, Ricky continued shouting insults and most of the other
guys now egged me on. I still did not want to fight, but my options were being quickly eliminated.
Then, out of nowhere, Danny stepped in beside me and began speaking loudly but slowly, "Mike is not
afraid of any of you guys; he simply chooses not to fight his best friend and hurt one another." I then looked
at Danny as the group just disbursed and started home, including Ricky.
From that day, Danny became my best friend. He did not like the accusations thrown at me, but he did
not see the point in a fight;so, he stood up for me.That is the kind of friend we all need and the kind that the
Bird Park espoused. Everyone knew about each other and forgave any bad traits. I could never have made it
through school without my Bird Park influences.
for the things we care about. We need to talk to the friend about choices he has made, chances he has taken
and share concerns and experiences. No one needs that more than a teenager. Growing up I had a lot of
friends like that but one special friend at the Bird Park stands out to me. I went to Danny's house many
Saturday morning and had waffles and syrup with him and his family.
Danny Goodwin and I shared bicycling, creek fishing, and sports experiences, but the one experience
that proved him to be my best friend happened at one of our afternoon football games at Barfield Youth
Center. About twelve of us junior high teens would meet each weekday to show our competitive natures.
We threw long passes, ran hard, hit each other harder, and yelled at each other for errors.Crawford Jobe
and Ricky Maisto generally got into fist fights every week or two due to their competitiveness.
This week, however, was my turn. For some reason I don't remember Ricky and I got into a shoving
match. Tempers flared but everyone calmed us down so we could continue playing. As the sun came down
and signaled the end of the game, Ricky got upset with me yet again and challenged me. I had already
forgotten whatever the original argument was about and did not want to fight. I may have been afraid or
simply was not motivated to respond. At any rate, Ricky continued shouting insults and most of the other
guys now egged me on. I still did not want to fight, but my options were being quickly eliminated.
Then, out of nowhere, Danny stepped in beside me and began speaking loudly but slowly, "Mike is not
afraid of any of you guys; he simply chooses not to fight his best friend and hurt one another." I then looked
at Danny as the group just disbursed and started home, including Ricky.
From that day, Danny became my best friend. He did not like the accusations thrown at me, but he did
not see the point in a fight;so, he stood up for me.That is the kind of friend we all need and the kind that the
Bird Park espoused. Everyone knew about each other and forgave any bad traits. I could never have made it
through school without my Bird Park influences.
Bird Sanctuary Notoriety
The school bell rang and after saying goodbye to my fourth grade teacher and classmates, I rushed outof Club Boulevard School and headed home two blocks away. I came to the crosswalk and jumped in place until the six grade safety patrol cleared me to cross Glendale Avenue. It only occurs to me now how fortunate I was to be able to walk back and forth home with only classmates needed for safety patrols.
It was spring and the trees along Club Boulevard were budding out and fresh grass lined the yard at the first house. I carefully stayed within the lines of the sidewalk in order to keep my grandmother's back from breaking while I rushed toward home. Up ahead the bushes and stone stanchions marked the entrance to the bird sanctuary. I hesitated and walked around the budding bushes looking for any scampering squirrels and fluttering sparrows and robins. After I completed the circle around and confirmed there were no intruders, I rushed on my way home, because I knew Mom would be concerned if I were late.
I hurried to the intersection with Acadia Street, where I lived, and turned left. Trying to be extra careful not to fall into Ellerbe Creek, I sat down on the concrete tunnel taking Ellerbe Creek under Club Boulevard and took off my shoes. I slid my legs through the steel protection rail and imagined the giant minnows, crayfish, adn snakes cutting and swimming below in the creek. As I sat planning my afternoon activities, a touch came to my shoulder, "I am Jim Sharpe, a staff photographer for the Herald and I have been watching you enjoy spring in the bird sanctuary for the past few minutes. Could I get you to let me go back through and photograph your steps so far?" It only occurs to me now that children and parents would not accept this kind of perceived possible molestation now a days, but no fear existed back then.
I jumped up and quickly agreed. We retracd and took pictures of the steps I had taken getting to the creek tunnel. I wqs so excited that I forgot all about Mom waiting for me. I suggested to the photographer that I wade in the creeek for pictures also. After that I approached the small tributary that used to run dow to the creek through the open grass area where we played ball. I went into the tqall bush overgrowth adn he came in to photgraph Fort Playground.
Suddenly it occurred to both of us that I was late getting home. We sat down at the concrete picnic table and I took off my shoes again. I lived directly across the streetfrom this area so we walked down the gravel driveway that has now been eliminated so neighbors can be safe from the wrong crowds visiting. We walked up to the door and knockd with my shoes andsocks in hand. My mother opened the door, took one look at me, and put her hands on her hips and glared at me without saying one word.
Mr. Sharpe snapped the picture and Mom realized the whole expeience was staged. Mr. Sharpe rushed up taking full responsibility for my being late home (thank goodness) and told her he would use the photos in a Sunday morning "Spring Issue". The very next Sunday my pictures covered the front page of the family section and I was a forgiven hero. Everyone loved the attention I got--except my older brother--who could not understand why I was chosen over him. Though he was 12 years older than I, he still played in the creek most days.
This is the type of community, neighborhood, and security the bird sanctuary area afforded everyone back tehn. Don't we all long for those old days of safety and security?
It was spring and the trees along Club Boulevard were budding out and fresh grass lined the yard at the first house. I carefully stayed within the lines of the sidewalk in order to keep my grandmother's back from breaking while I rushed toward home. Up ahead the bushes and stone stanchions marked the entrance to the bird sanctuary. I hesitated and walked around the budding bushes looking for any scampering squirrels and fluttering sparrows and robins. After I completed the circle around and confirmed there were no intruders, I rushed on my way home, because I knew Mom would be concerned if I were late.
I hurried to the intersection with Acadia Street, where I lived, and turned left. Trying to be extra careful not to fall into Ellerbe Creek, I sat down on the concrete tunnel taking Ellerbe Creek under Club Boulevard and took off my shoes. I slid my legs through the steel protection rail and imagined the giant minnows, crayfish, adn snakes cutting and swimming below in the creek. As I sat planning my afternoon activities, a touch came to my shoulder, "I am Jim Sharpe, a staff photographer for the Herald and I have been watching you enjoy spring in the bird sanctuary for the past few minutes. Could I get you to let me go back through and photograph your steps so far?" It only occurs to me now that children and parents would not accept this kind of perceived possible molestation now a days, but no fear existed back then.
I jumped up and quickly agreed. We retracd and took pictures of the steps I had taken getting to the creek tunnel. I wqs so excited that I forgot all about Mom waiting for me. I suggested to the photographer that I wade in the creeek for pictures also. After that I approached the small tributary that used to run dow to the creek through the open grass area where we played ball. I went into the tqall bush overgrowth adn he came in to photgraph Fort Playground.
Suddenly it occurred to both of us that I was late getting home. We sat down at the concrete picnic table and I took off my shoes again. I lived directly across the streetfrom this area so we walked down the gravel driveway that has now been eliminated so neighbors can be safe from the wrong crowds visiting. We walked up to the door and knockd with my shoes andsocks in hand. My mother opened the door, took one look at me, and put her hands on her hips and glared at me without saying one word.
Mr. Sharpe snapped the picture and Mom realized the whole expeience was staged. Mr. Sharpe rushed up taking full responsibility for my being late home (thank goodness) and told her he would use the photos in a Sunday morning "Spring Issue". The very next Sunday my pictures covered the front page of the family section and I was a forgiven hero. Everyone loved the attention I got--except my older brother--who could not understand why I was chosen over him. Though he was 12 years older than I, he still played in the creek most days.
This is the type of community, neighborhood, and security the bird sanctuary area afforded everyone back tehn. Don't we all long for those old days of safety and security?
Monday, November 29, 2010
BTU (Baptist Training Union)
The start and finish lines were drawn using chalk and the two runners poised at the line in the four point
stance to run. I called out to them: "Runners to your mark, Now set, GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", and
off they streaked. The cheering kids lined Acadia Street for the hundred (or so) yard dash challenge.
Often junior and high schoolers try to set themselves goals and use their God-given talents to prove
themselvs to their peers. Grady Harris and Steve Griffin were the oldest youth in our BTU; Tommy and
Johnny Duncan were the oldest teen SS members, but they did not come to BTU regularly.
All teenagers put themselves out there sometimes and Grady's pride had set him up. There was a new
guy visiting our BTU that evening and Grady felt somewhat snubbed by his junior class members as the new
guy commanded so much attention from us all. Th new guys was much too old for our youth BTU but he was
visiting to see how BTU worked since he had been coming to Sunday School regularly the past few months.
Grady's jealousy crept in when the new guy mentioned that he had run long distance track when he went
to Wake Forest. Grady, who was by far our speediest runner, immediately challenged the new guy to a
hundred yard dash down Acadia Street to see just how his short distance running might compare. We often
think that jealousy, pride, and human nature are strictly sinful, but the Lord can use even our pride to draw us
closer to His plan for us.
The runners pumped and pumped, hair flowing behind them in the summer evening wind, the boys and
girls of BTU cheered on their favorite, and the churchmembers began to arrive as Grady's running reputtion
fell to the new guy, Rev. Bright E. White.
As a result of this simple, little race challenge, Brightie White became the teenagers' favorite preacher.
We trusted him to tell us the truth, back it up, and lead us to a fuller knowledge of our Lord. He never let us
down over the next 8 years while we all continued attending Park View (which was the most difficult time in
a teen's life), and all the blessing was a direct result of jealousy, pride, and human nature at its worst. Turn
your tough times and faults over to Him today for the same results in your life.
stance to run. I called out to them: "Runners to your mark, Now set, GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", and
off they streaked. The cheering kids lined Acadia Street for the hundred (or so) yard dash challenge.
Often junior and high schoolers try to set themselves goals and use their God-given talents to prove
themselvs to their peers. Grady Harris and Steve Griffin were the oldest youth in our BTU; Tommy and
Johnny Duncan were the oldest teen SS members, but they did not come to BTU regularly.
All teenagers put themselves out there sometimes and Grady's pride had set him up. There was a new
guy visiting our BTU that evening and Grady felt somewhat snubbed by his junior class members as the new
guy commanded so much attention from us all. Th new guys was much too old for our youth BTU but he was
visiting to see how BTU worked since he had been coming to Sunday School regularly the past few months.
Grady's jealousy crept in when the new guy mentioned that he had run long distance track when he went
to Wake Forest. Grady, who was by far our speediest runner, immediately challenged the new guy to a
hundred yard dash down Acadia Street to see just how his short distance running might compare. We often
think that jealousy, pride, and human nature are strictly sinful, but the Lord can use even our pride to draw us
closer to His plan for us.
The runners pumped and pumped, hair flowing behind them in the summer evening wind, the boys and
girls of BTU cheered on their favorite, and the churchmembers began to arrive as Grady's running reputtion
fell to the new guy, Rev. Bright E. White.
As a result of this simple, little race challenge, Brightie White became the teenagers' favorite preacher.
We trusted him to tell us the truth, back it up, and lead us to a fuller knowledge of our Lord. He never let us
down over the next 8 years while we all continued attending Park View (which was the most difficult time in
a teen's life), and all the blessing was a direct result of jealousy, pride, and human nature at its worst. Turn
your tough times and faults over to Him today for the same results in your life.
Dance Queen
Nell and Junior Brown have two sons that will always be the apples of their eyes, but before they had
their own children, Nell was a fill-in mom and dear friend to Ricky Maisto who lived across the street. Ricky
and Nell used to swap tales and have snacks on her front porch steps and Ricky trusted and loved her
almost as much as he did his own mother, Alice.
One day Nell and Ricky were discussing an upcoming dance at Club Boulevard School. In the fifth
grade, students could sign up for dancing lessons from Clem Satterfield Studios on Main Strert in Durham
and Ricky had enrolled (after all, Friday afternoons, Barfield Youth Center opened for all elementary/junior
high mover and shaker dancers from 4:00 til 6:00 and Ricky was the definitive woman's man).
As the dance date drew nearer and nearer, Ricky had shared his options with Nell and looked for her to
sort this out for him and give him recommmendations. Ricky finally chose not to go because they could not
decide on a suitable partner.A few days later, Alice Maisto stopped by to tell Nell that Ricky had made his
selection and that Nell was the one he wanted to take to the School dance. Nell replied to Alice that this was
the sweetest thing she had ever heard, but...she still broke Ricky's heart by not accompanying him.
This story reminded me of a call we all expect to get. Nor matter how good or bad we may be, we
expect to hear our savior's accepting call. It will truly be fabulous to hear, "Well done, thy good and faithful
servant. Enter in to the kindgom prepared for you.", but let's face it, some are going to have their hearts
broken when He says, "Depart from Me; I never knew you." We had all best be preparing against that
happening to us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He makes it so simple for each of us, but He will not make our personal
decision for us! Decide this day Whom you will follow.
their own children, Nell was a fill-in mom and dear friend to Ricky Maisto who lived across the street. Ricky
and Nell used to swap tales and have snacks on her front porch steps and Ricky trusted and loved her
almost as much as he did his own mother, Alice.
One day Nell and Ricky were discussing an upcoming dance at Club Boulevard School. In the fifth
grade, students could sign up for dancing lessons from Clem Satterfield Studios on Main Strert in Durham
and Ricky had enrolled (after all, Friday afternoons, Barfield Youth Center opened for all elementary/junior
high mover and shaker dancers from 4:00 til 6:00 and Ricky was the definitive woman's man).
As the dance date drew nearer and nearer, Ricky had shared his options with Nell and looked for her to
sort this out for him and give him recommmendations. Ricky finally chose not to go because they could not
decide on a suitable partner.A few days later, Alice Maisto stopped by to tell Nell that Ricky had made his
selection and that Nell was the one he wanted to take to the School dance. Nell replied to Alice that this was
the sweetest thing she had ever heard, but...she still broke Ricky's heart by not accompanying him.
This story reminded me of a call we all expect to get. Nor matter how good or bad we may be, we
expect to hear our savior's accepting call. It will truly be fabulous to hear, "Well done, thy good and faithful
servant. Enter in to the kindgom prepared for you.", but let's face it, some are going to have their hearts
broken when He says, "Depart from Me; I never knew you." We had all best be preparing against that
happening to us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He makes it so simple for each of us, but He will not make our personal
decision for us! Decide this day Whom you will follow.
Family
The influence of the Bird Sanctuary has spread all over but the direct influence of the Bird Park's central
meaning of FAMILY is perhaps best represented by Edith Cates and her extended family. Back in the
1950's Cynthia and Betty Jo played "Hopscotch," "Mother May I," and "Simon Says" for hours on end in the
front yard. There were no personal health nor safety concerns, and the worst thing that could happen to a kid
was the switching they would get if they ignored Dad and Mom's call to supper.
Family was the most critical element of all needs and a strong family commitment was present. On
Saturdays, the children and their playmateswould show up at Mama Edith's kitchenfor pancakes. The family
love, dedication, and devotion to the Lord Jesus was evident and sought by all around them (including back
door neighbor Bobby Wilson).
Here we are fifty years later and I visited Edith the other day. Her two daughters are now living with
Edith and cooking, cleaning, and helping her to make her life as easy as possible. One of the daughter's sons
stopped by to pick up a shovel from Grandma and a granddaughter stopped by to do her laundry. This is the
way that the Lord intended for His family to function. Each member is dependant on one another. Rather
than reaching out to get help from someone else; they call on one another.
One of the grandchildren is a pastor in a South Carolina church now and this reflects on the training he
received at his grandmother's feet. Regardless of what we may think, the Lord can and will make use of
anyone who makes himself available for use. And the first place for someone to receive the training for
working for the Lord is family devotions and prayer time. Thank God for strong grandmothers, family, and
the presence of a Bird Sanctuary in all our community lives.
meaning of FAMILY is perhaps best represented by Edith Cates and her extended family. Back in the
1950's Cynthia and Betty Jo played "Hopscotch," "Mother May I," and "Simon Says" for hours on end in the
front yard. There were no personal health nor safety concerns, and the worst thing that could happen to a kid
was the switching they would get if they ignored Dad and Mom's call to supper.
Family was the most critical element of all needs and a strong family commitment was present. On
Saturdays, the children and their playmateswould show up at Mama Edith's kitchenfor pancakes. The family
love, dedication, and devotion to the Lord Jesus was evident and sought by all around them (including back
door neighbor Bobby Wilson).
Here we are fifty years later and I visited Edith the other day. Her two daughters are now living with
Edith and cooking, cleaning, and helping her to make her life as easy as possible. One of the daughter's sons
stopped by to pick up a shovel from Grandma and a granddaughter stopped by to do her laundry. This is the
way that the Lord intended for His family to function. Each member is dependant on one another. Rather
than reaching out to get help from someone else; they call on one another.
One of the grandchildren is a pastor in a South Carolina church now and this reflects on the training he
received at his grandmother's feet. Regardless of what we may think, the Lord can and will make use of
anyone who makes himself available for use. And the first place for someone to receive the training for
working for the Lord is family devotions and prayer time. Thank God for strong grandmothers, family, and
the presence of a Bird Sanctuary in all our community lives.
Reunion at Northgate Park
On the third Sunday in October, the Norris family reunion happened aqnd one time in particular, I
remember the reunion took place at the Bird Sanctuary. The family came primarily from Johnston County
and though living in a more metropolitan area now, the cousins all mimicked the country welcome and
atmosphere.
My great-grandfather and great-grandmother from Selma were the patriarch and matriarch of the family.
The Bakers, Littles, Gores, Sarvises, adn Johnsons all came to their reunion and renewed family ties. The
adults sat at the shelter and in folding chairs catching up on family health and happenings. The news from last
meeting wa reviewed and updated while plans were made for the coming Christmas get together.
Meanwhile, the kids, most of whom only saw one another twice a year, tentatively stayed in little family
cliques and talked among themselves until we started a football or softball game. Things immediately
changed then; sides were picked and the girls--who were not allowed to play--were free to join together and
cheer for one side or the other. Since we had only one thought--the victory--both the players and the
cheerleaders became units and worked for victory.
No one made fun of any team error or miscue, but both teams immediately made jokes about the
opposing team's dropped passes, strikeouts, or fielding errors. For an hour or so these two teams made up
of differnt lifestyles, personalities, and daily lives, crossed all boundaries and supported only their team. We
all drew closer after the ballgame and spent the rest of the afternoon sharing and revisiting things we had
learned about one another.
This makes me think about the great believer reunion. There are no Baptists, Methodists, Catholics,
Charismatic, nor denomination of any kind in heaven--only born again Christians. I can see us all around
discussing the things that used to separate us and celebrate and praise the Person Who joins us in this place
He has prepared for us.I am glad to be still working here for Him, but I am so looking forward to that
reunion.
remember the reunion took place at the Bird Sanctuary. The family came primarily from Johnston County
and though living in a more metropolitan area now, the cousins all mimicked the country welcome and
atmosphere.
My great-grandfather and great-grandmother from Selma were the patriarch and matriarch of the family.
The Bakers, Littles, Gores, Sarvises, adn Johnsons all came to their reunion and renewed family ties. The
adults sat at the shelter and in folding chairs catching up on family health and happenings. The news from last
meeting wa reviewed and updated while plans were made for the coming Christmas get together.
Meanwhile, the kids, most of whom only saw one another twice a year, tentatively stayed in little family
cliques and talked among themselves until we started a football or softball game. Things immediately
changed then; sides were picked and the girls--who were not allowed to play--were free to join together and
cheer for one side or the other. Since we had only one thought--the victory--both the players and the
cheerleaders became units and worked for victory.
No one made fun of any team error or miscue, but both teams immediately made jokes about the
opposing team's dropped passes, strikeouts, or fielding errors. For an hour or so these two teams made up
of differnt lifestyles, personalities, and daily lives, crossed all boundaries and supported only their team. We
all drew closer after the ballgame and spent the rest of the afternoon sharing and revisiting things we had
learned about one another.
This makes me think about the great believer reunion. There are no Baptists, Methodists, Catholics,
Charismatic, nor denomination of any kind in heaven--only born again Christians. I can see us all around
discussing the things that used to separate us and celebrate and praise the Person Who joins us in this place
He has prepared for us.I am glad to be still working here for Him, but I am so looking forward to that
reunion.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Easter Egg Hunt
For all the years I lived at Acadia Street, I remember the joys of spring and Easter.
I remember the sounds of twilling birds, chirping grasshoppers, and knee-crunching
crickets. I remember the trees all turning green from the leaf buds. I remember the early
wisteria and budding dogwood trees; I remember the crosses grown atop the pine branches
that would soon become pine cones. I remember the buttercups mixed throughout the
park adding color and growth from the park pine straw floor.
More than all this, however, I remember the Duke Park Easter Egg hunt on the
Saturday before Easter Sunday. Frank Barfield, who donated the property for Northgate
Park, paid for a city wide Easter Egg hunt at the Duke Park entrance on Knox Street. Can
you imagine the reception God gave Mr. Barfield when he reached Heaven? His love for
God's nature and His children as well as the community where he lived were enough to
create many crowns for him when he arrived! What pleasure they must give each other!
Saturday morning, about 8:00, while cold breathe could still be seen from the
children's mouths and noses, the egg hunt began. For about 25' no child over 3 was
allowed to harvest Easter Eggs; this area was reserved for the younger kids to get their
candy eggs. These were not really hidden, but throughout the rest of the roped off park
area, the eggs looked as if they were individually hidden.
There were large eggs, small eggs, individually wrapped eggs, loose eggs, and
finally, the surprise egg. Who ever found this egg got a prize, but everyone of the 500-600
kids got more than their fill of candy eggs.
This brings to my mind all the blessings that God has out there for all His
children. Many times we have opportunities for tremendous blessings, but we don't show
up. Often times we overlook obvious blesings because we are intent on finding the prize
egg. Some people will step in and take the blessings earmarked for others; I've often
wondered if these are the eggs that make us sick from eating too many. At the end of the
day, however, all can go home with more blessings than they can carry alone--that is
if they show up, participate, and focus on the job at hand.
I remember the sounds of twilling birds, chirping grasshoppers, and knee-crunching
crickets. I remember the trees all turning green from the leaf buds. I remember the early
wisteria and budding dogwood trees; I remember the crosses grown atop the pine branches
that would soon become pine cones. I remember the buttercups mixed throughout the
park adding color and growth from the park pine straw floor.
More than all this, however, I remember the Duke Park Easter Egg hunt on the
Saturday before Easter Sunday. Frank Barfield, who donated the property for Northgate
Park, paid for a city wide Easter Egg hunt at the Duke Park entrance on Knox Street. Can
you imagine the reception God gave Mr. Barfield when he reached Heaven? His love for
God's nature and His children as well as the community where he lived were enough to
create many crowns for him when he arrived! What pleasure they must give each other!
Saturday morning, about 8:00, while cold breathe could still be seen from the
children's mouths and noses, the egg hunt began. For about 25' no child over 3 was
allowed to harvest Easter Eggs; this area was reserved for the younger kids to get their
candy eggs. These were not really hidden, but throughout the rest of the roped off park
area, the eggs looked as if they were individually hidden.
There were large eggs, small eggs, individually wrapped eggs, loose eggs, and
finally, the surprise egg. Who ever found this egg got a prize, but everyone of the 500-600
kids got more than their fill of candy eggs.
This brings to my mind all the blessings that God has out there for all His
children. Many times we have opportunities for tremendous blessings, but we don't show
up. Often times we overlook obvious blesings because we are intent on finding the prize
egg. Some people will step in and take the blessings earmarked for others; I've often
wondered if these are the eggs that make us sick from eating too many. At the end of the
day, however, all can go home with more blessings than they can carry alone--that is
if they show up, participate, and focus on the job at hand.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tent Revival
The talk all month had been centered on the coming tent revival. I had seen a big
tent before, but I had never actually gone to a tent revival. I was only eight years old and
did not properly understand what was happening, but I knew I was going to singing,
shouting, and playtime with my friends.
I had been attending Park View Baptist Church when we met on Sundays at
Barfield Youth Center with my Mom and Dad. One of my friend's father, Pat Maisto,
sang in the choir and I looked forward to singing of any kind. I am not sure, but I think
the preacher, Mr. Lineberger, was the evangelist, but I couldn't even pronounce the word,
let along understand it. I had truly only been trained on being good, as I tried to be for
Saint Nick, the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy; so, I was ill-prepared to hear about such
things as sin and salvation.
The tent was set up where the present auditorium is and the choir loft and pulpit
were constructed at the front and rows of chairs lined to the back of the tent. I sat on the
front row with my friend Ricky Maisto and two of my cousins; my sister Joanne sat down
the aisle and my Dad sat on the row behind us. In this way, my Dad could watch us from
the back while Ricky's dad could keep an evil eye on us from the choir loft.
The furthest thing from my mind was a confrontation with God, but somewhere between
"Amazing Grace" and "Have Thine Own way, Lord", I was filled with the desire to be
near enough to God to be able to find out Who He is. I charged out at the invitation and
approached the Evangelist telling him how bad I had been and how I wanted to change.
It was all a whirlwind after that. I had made a public profession of faith; my mom
and dad explained what they would now expect of me; I presented myself for church
membership, and was baptized at St. Paul's Methodist Church at a baptism service within
a month. I thought to myself then, "God waits for no one and nothing when He is ready."
I have been much more blessed than most because I have had this experience
twice more in my life. When I was 16, I was at my cousin Eddie's church revival when
the Lord confirmed His forgiveness, and demanded I rededicate my life to Him; I could
not wait for the invitation to run to the altar, fall to my knees, and beg for the forgiveness
and blessing He promised me. My grandfather came down, introduced me and cried and
prayed with me.
When I was about 25, the Lord met me again in Eddie's church and convicted me
of my backslidden, sinful nature and brought me once again to be baptized. I did not need
to come to the Lord the last two times. I wa rescued when I was eight and all my future
sins were forgiven, but I had to come forward the other two times to seal my commitment
to Him in my own mind.
tent before, but I had never actually gone to a tent revival. I was only eight years old and
did not properly understand what was happening, but I knew I was going to singing,
shouting, and playtime with my friends.
I had been attending Park View Baptist Church when we met on Sundays at
Barfield Youth Center with my Mom and Dad. One of my friend's father, Pat Maisto,
sang in the choir and I looked forward to singing of any kind. I am not sure, but I think
the preacher, Mr. Lineberger, was the evangelist, but I couldn't even pronounce the word,
let along understand it. I had truly only been trained on being good, as I tried to be for
Saint Nick, the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy; so, I was ill-prepared to hear about such
things as sin and salvation.
The tent was set up where the present auditorium is and the choir loft and pulpit
were constructed at the front and rows of chairs lined to the back of the tent. I sat on the
front row with my friend Ricky Maisto and two of my cousins; my sister Joanne sat down
the aisle and my Dad sat on the row behind us. In this way, my Dad could watch us from
the back while Ricky's dad could keep an evil eye on us from the choir loft.
The furthest thing from my mind was a confrontation with God, but somewhere between
"Amazing Grace" and "Have Thine Own way, Lord", I was filled with the desire to be
near enough to God to be able to find out Who He is. I charged out at the invitation and
approached the Evangelist telling him how bad I had been and how I wanted to change.
It was all a whirlwind after that. I had made a public profession of faith; my mom
and dad explained what they would now expect of me; I presented myself for church
membership, and was baptized at St. Paul's Methodist Church at a baptism service within
a month. I thought to myself then, "God waits for no one and nothing when He is ready."
I have been much more blessed than most because I have had this experience
twice more in my life. When I was 16, I was at my cousin Eddie's church revival when
the Lord confirmed His forgiveness, and demanded I rededicate my life to Him; I could
not wait for the invitation to run to the altar, fall to my knees, and beg for the forgiveness
and blessing He promised me. My grandfather came down, introduced me and cried and
prayed with me.
When I was about 25, the Lord met me again in Eddie's church and convicted me
of my backslidden, sinful nature and brought me once again to be baptized. I did not need
to come to the Lord the last two times. I wa rescued when I was eight and all my future
sins were forgiven, but I had to come forward the other two times to seal my commitment
to Him in my own mind.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Snowman
Living across the street from the bird sanctuary had its advantages even in the
winter. The trees were bare and leaves strewn across the field. The freezing nights would
break down the leaves and make a soft cushion all around. The low outcropping brush
were bare and all this made the "summer's softball field" smooth, large, and open.
From time to time snow would blanket the field and make the creek look like a
mountain stream. Since this was such a smooth, large space, the Duke students would
soon take over the area and for 3-4 hours it would become their personal playground. Of
all things, because I was so young, my mom and dad wouldn't let me join in; so, I
watched them most of the day.
The playing would begin with a snowball rolled up to begin a snowman and
before long two or three joined in pushing the ball around. By the time four or five passes
up and down the field were completed, a 4' snowball rolled by 10-12 kids formed the
base of the snowman. The second ball was started and rolled up to the base and a 3'
abdomen was jointly lifted and snow applied to complete the second layer.
The final head portion was rolled and shaped until a neck less head was attached.
While this was being rolled up/formed, some of the others rounded up stick arms and
charred wood for eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The kids would all do some dancing and
cheering in homage to this man made wonder.
The group would then splinter off to build snow forts and accumulate an arsenal
of ice snowballs. The laughter from the ensuing snow ball fight would shatter the late
afternoon quiet and everyone seemed to have so much fun. I could not wait to be able to
do that. Since the snowman was so compact and massive, he would stay around for days
and days after the rest of the park snow vanished.
This always reminded me of lessons to be retained. First, it took the entire team to
be committed to the project being completed. Without everyone doing their part as a team,
the layers would never be built nor rolled and lifted in place. Secondly, if the kids had not
taken initiative and took on new responsibilities, the face and arms would never come
together. Third, there needs to be a celebration of the job completion so everyone will
remember what has been accomplished as a team.
Finally, the project completion must be inegrated into the total objective. The
winning snowball team always was the one who could stand behind the tall snowman and
use him to stay upright and throw the fastest from this standing position. This always
lured the opposing team out to their eventual loss.
We also have team projects at Park View where we work together and work
individually to achieve different parts of our overall assignment. Upon completion, we
celebrate our success and use it to work toward our one objective--Bring others to Him.
winter. The trees were bare and leaves strewn across the field. The freezing nights would
break down the leaves and make a soft cushion all around. The low outcropping brush
were bare and all this made the "summer's softball field" smooth, large, and open.
From time to time snow would blanket the field and make the creek look like a
mountain stream. Since this was such a smooth, large space, the Duke students would
soon take over the area and for 3-4 hours it would become their personal playground. Of
all things, because I was so young, my mom and dad wouldn't let me join in; so, I
watched them most of the day.
The playing would begin with a snowball rolled up to begin a snowman and
before long two or three joined in pushing the ball around. By the time four or five passes
up and down the field were completed, a 4' snowball rolled by 10-12 kids formed the
base of the snowman. The second ball was started and rolled up to the base and a 3'
abdomen was jointly lifted and snow applied to complete the second layer.
The final head portion was rolled and shaped until a neck less head was attached.
While this was being rolled up/formed, some of the others rounded up stick arms and
charred wood for eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The kids would all do some dancing and
cheering in homage to this man made wonder.
The group would then splinter off to build snow forts and accumulate an arsenal
of ice snowballs. The laughter from the ensuing snow ball fight would shatter the late
afternoon quiet and everyone seemed to have so much fun. I could not wait to be able to
do that. Since the snowman was so compact and massive, he would stay around for days
and days after the rest of the park snow vanished.
This always reminded me of lessons to be retained. First, it took the entire team to
be committed to the project being completed. Without everyone doing their part as a team,
the layers would never be built nor rolled and lifted in place. Secondly, if the kids had not
taken initiative and took on new responsibilities, the face and arms would never come
together. Third, there needs to be a celebration of the job completion so everyone will
remember what has been accomplished as a team.
Finally, the project completion must be inegrated into the total objective. The
winning snowball team always was the one who could stand behind the tall snowman and
use him to stay upright and throw the fastest from this standing position. This always
lured the opposing team out to their eventual loss.
We also have team projects at Park View where we work together and work
individually to achieve different parts of our overall assignment. Upon completion, we
celebrate our success and use it to work toward our one objective--Bring others to Him.
Barfield Youth Center
Barfield Youth Center was the mecca of youngsters and pre-teens especially in the
50's and 60's. During the summer days the Department of Recreation employed Mrs.
White, Mrs. Draughn, and her son Carl from 10-12 in the mornings and from 2-5 in the
afternoon for the area youth to descend on the Bird Park under their supervision
(RIGHT). We played games throughout the park and the younger children kept Mrs.
Draughn busy with crafts and questions while the older ones played softball, kickball,
Red Rover or some make-believe game.
As one of the older kids, I became the role model and helper who was always
called on to help keep order. I enjoyed the bossy part and the instructing the younger ones
how to participate, but was quite weak on the actually being any help part. From the time
I was 10 until the magic age of 14, I spent most of my summer days at the Barfield Day
Camp. I loved the companionship, respect, and the worship of my co-campers.
On Friday afternoons from 4 -6, the youth center was opened for dancing, ping
pong, shuffleboard, refreshments, and TV. Being a shy kid, I almost never danced, but
played ping pong religiously. When I did go onto the dance floor, James Tuck was
usually commanding all the girls' attention. I automatically did not like him and never
met him nor introduced him into our group. He could really dance and often the kids
would circle around him and cheer him on. I learned another valuable lesson here. The
Lord sends many people into our lives to effect change in ourselves. I never got to know
James, because I was jealous of him.
Can you imagine how terrible I felt when he died of Leukemia--while he was 13!
The Lord had given me a chance to meet this fabulous kid and perhaps bring a lot of joy
to both our lives, but I was too jealous. This kind of thing has happened to me since, but I
have always tried to make sure I took advantage of any opportunity to witness/minister
because losing this chance did affect me. Please don't let pride or jealousy prevent you
from seeking opportunities to minister to those in need, whether they admit it or not.
When I finally got to be 15, I was able to go to the teenage youth center. Every
Monday, Friday, and Saturday from 7:00 til 10:30, the teens from Northern and Durham
High came for dancing. Some of us shy guys still played ping pong, etc. while the cool
guys sat with the girls watching TV or even dancing on the dance floor. Often I would
crowd into the sound room and request songs like I was a dancer, or I would wander
around the crowded dance floor looking for a suitable partner, but I generally could not
find one until the last dance, a slow song that signaled the evening was over. I had taken
ballroom dancing at Satterfield's Dance Studio when I was in the fifth grade, but my
partner Marsha Canada had found other cool guys by the time we were in High School
and never came to Barfield (guess she was a West Durham, EA, or Forest Hills girl). The
Youth Center, where Park View was founded, continued to attract new youth until I was
about 21 (1966), but finally all the city youth centers were closed due to racial concerns.
Barfield youth Center was replaced with a tennis court after it was burned about 1970.
The closing of the youth centers was another lesson I learned; after the changes
begun with Martin Luther King, we find that other races are not really any different from any
others.They needed a fair opportunity at clean water, fair treatment, equal education, and
working opportunities. Most blacks have taken advantage of the opportunities given them
and have responded respectfully to others and the same God we all worship. I am proud
to have grown up in this time and able to see the way everyone can get along together.
50's and 60's. During the summer days the Department of Recreation employed Mrs.
White, Mrs. Draughn, and her son Carl from 10-12 in the mornings and from 2-5 in the
afternoon for the area youth to descend on the Bird Park under their supervision
(RIGHT). We played games throughout the park and the younger children kept Mrs.
Draughn busy with crafts and questions while the older ones played softball, kickball,
Red Rover or some make-believe game.
As one of the older kids, I became the role model and helper who was always
called on to help keep order. I enjoyed the bossy part and the instructing the younger ones
how to participate, but was quite weak on the actually being any help part. From the time
I was 10 until the magic age of 14, I spent most of my summer days at the Barfield Day
Camp. I loved the companionship, respect, and the worship of my co-campers.
On Friday afternoons from 4 -6, the youth center was opened for dancing, ping
pong, shuffleboard, refreshments, and TV. Being a shy kid, I almost never danced, but
played ping pong religiously. When I did go onto the dance floor, James Tuck was
usually commanding all the girls' attention. I automatically did not like him and never
met him nor introduced him into our group. He could really dance and often the kids
would circle around him and cheer him on. I learned another valuable lesson here. The
Lord sends many people into our lives to effect change in ourselves. I never got to know
James, because I was jealous of him.
Can you imagine how terrible I felt when he died of Leukemia--while he was 13!
The Lord had given me a chance to meet this fabulous kid and perhaps bring a lot of joy
to both our lives, but I was too jealous. This kind of thing has happened to me since, but I
have always tried to make sure I took advantage of any opportunity to witness/minister
because losing this chance did affect me. Please don't let pride or jealousy prevent you
from seeking opportunities to minister to those in need, whether they admit it or not.
When I finally got to be 15, I was able to go to the teenage youth center. Every
Monday, Friday, and Saturday from 7:00 til 10:30, the teens from Northern and Durham
High came for dancing. Some of us shy guys still played ping pong, etc. while the cool
guys sat with the girls watching TV or even dancing on the dance floor. Often I would
crowd into the sound room and request songs like I was a dancer, or I would wander
around the crowded dance floor looking for a suitable partner, but I generally could not
find one until the last dance, a slow song that signaled the evening was over. I had taken
ballroom dancing at Satterfield's Dance Studio when I was in the fifth grade, but my
partner Marsha Canada had found other cool guys by the time we were in High School
and never came to Barfield (guess she was a West Durham, EA, or Forest Hills girl). The
Youth Center, where Park View was founded, continued to attract new youth until I was
about 21 (1966), but finally all the city youth centers were closed due to racial concerns.
Barfield youth Center was replaced with a tennis court after it was burned about 1970.
The closing of the youth centers was another lesson I learned; after the changes
begun with Martin Luther King, we find that other races are not really any different from any
others.They needed a fair opportunity at clean water, fair treatment, equal education, and
working opportunities. Most blacks have taken advantage of the opportunities given them
and have responded respectfully to others and the same God we all worship. I am proud
to have grown up in this time and able to see the way everyone can get along together.
Picnicing at the BIrd Park
I remember the many picnics at the Bird Sanctuary Park. Back in the 50's and
60's there were no reservations required and first come--first served was the rule. I
remember especially one time back when I was 10 or so we had our little league team
(Exchange) hot dog dinner at the Bird Sanctuary shelter. There were only 2 lights in the
park; one near the swings and one near the shelter (I guess this was so the most
mosquitoes could feed at one time, but I don't remember mosquitoes back then). My
brother remembers the foggers going through the street/park on summer evenings to
kill mosquitoes. Wonder if the residents from then have died from carcenogenic fog?
The park with its tree outcroppings left great hiding places to see what was going
on and not to be seen (in time to help.) Ricky Maisto and I hid in the bushes and waited for
the picnic to be spread and we could mysteriously show up. Crawford Jobe and Bill
Griffin were on the American Legion team insterad of our team, but we always invited
them----(who was going to turn away a couple of cute kids?) This wa a trick I
perfected early by living across the street from the park; if you could wrangle your way
into the softball game, you were guaranteed of a hot dog/hamburger supper.
Our team, like every other one in town, played all the games at Long Meadow
Park. (The county teams played at Catsburg). Since Long Meadow was all the way over
to Liberty Street, we usually practiced on the Club Boulevard School field. No team
could practice very much except on school fields. Little League was just a way to learn
basics before being promoted to Pony League and play at Erwin Field. At the Bird Park,
however, we had a large clear area where we could chase fly balls and practice throwing
when picnics were not planned there.
Finally, however, Barfield Youth Center at the Bird Park was getting a field of its
own. It was announced that night at the picnic that the city was putting in the Northgate
Park ball field and horseshoe pits. We kids decided to request the field be named after our
coach, Tom Yonkers. All the team cheered and chanted for this to happen, but our parents
simply hushed us--we were just kids.
Soon thereafter the whole naming thing was forgotten so we never got the field properly
named. I learned one valuable lesson that night at the picnic. Anytime someone really
wants something, he or she must stand up and be ready to face the consequences. One can
never tell what one can achieve if he sets his mind to it and doesn't waver. In the same
way, any Christian can stand up for something and not waver in his convictions. Who
knows what can be accomplished with one person's drive.
60's there were no reservations required and first come--first served was the rule. I
remember especially one time back when I was 10 or so we had our little league team
(Exchange) hot dog dinner at the Bird Sanctuary shelter. There were only 2 lights in the
park; one near the swings and one near the shelter (I guess this was so the most
mosquitoes could feed at one time, but I don't remember mosquitoes back then). My
brother remembers the foggers going through the street/park on summer evenings to
kill mosquitoes. Wonder if the residents from then have died from carcenogenic fog?
The park with its tree outcroppings left great hiding places to see what was going
on and not to be seen (in time to help.) Ricky Maisto and I hid in the bushes and waited for
the picnic to be spread and we could mysteriously show up. Crawford Jobe and Bill
Griffin were on the American Legion team insterad of our team, but we always invited
them----(who was going to turn away a couple of cute kids?) This wa a trick I
perfected early by living across the street from the park; if you could wrangle your way
into the softball game, you were guaranteed of a hot dog/hamburger supper.
Our team, like every other one in town, played all the games at Long Meadow
Park. (The county teams played at Catsburg). Since Long Meadow was all the way over
to Liberty Street, we usually practiced on the Club Boulevard School field. No team
could practice very much except on school fields. Little League was just a way to learn
basics before being promoted to Pony League and play at Erwin Field. At the Bird Park,
however, we had a large clear area where we could chase fly balls and practice throwing
when picnics were not planned there.
Finally, however, Barfield Youth Center at the Bird Park was getting a field of its
own. It was announced that night at the picnic that the city was putting in the Northgate
Park ball field and horseshoe pits. We kids decided to request the field be named after our
coach, Tom Yonkers. All the team cheered and chanted for this to happen, but our parents
simply hushed us--we were just kids.
Soon thereafter the whole naming thing was forgotten so we never got the field properly
named. I learned one valuable lesson that night at the picnic. Anytime someone really
wants something, he or she must stand up and be ready to face the consequences. One can
never tell what one can achieve if he sets his mind to it and doesn't waver. In the same
way, any Christian can stand up for something and not waver in his convictions. Who
knows what can be accomplished with one person's drive.
Perry Robert's post
I walked quickly through the bird park tossing my softball back and forth with
Perry Roberts. We had just left the Barfield Summer Day Camp and I was headed for a
friend's house. We were meandering through the park past one of the concrete picnic
tables and the open pit shelter on oyur way over the wooden bridge spanning Ellerbe
Creek. I suddenly spotted a squirrel sitting on a low, overhanging branch.
I jokingly told Perry, "Watch this throw"! I threw the ball as hard as a 10 year old
could throw and to my shock, the squirrel fell to the ground--dead as it could be. I
scrounged around and found acloth bag in the trash by one picnic bench, scooped up the
squirrel and we rushed off to show off my prowess to Crawford Jobe on Glendale
Avenue.
Perry and I ran across the bridge and up the tree lined hill to Glendale Avenue.
When we reached the stone stanchions marking the end of the walkway, Perry turned
down by CLub Boulevard School to his home while I climbed the hill to Crawford's house
with my prize possession hugged close to my side.
Mrs. Jobe saw me at the door and directed me to the basement where Crawford
was "working". I came in exclaiming to him about my awesome throwing arm killing a
squirrel and opened my bag to confirm it. I turned the bag open and the dead squirrel ran
all over Crawford on his way out the opened door. I never have figured out how that
squirrel shot directly up the steps and out of the basement without being confused or
helpless, but I did learn at least one big lesson that day.
Don't be bragging about something you are not sure of being true. We are all
going to have to pay for our pride and our bragging and sometimes it may involve an
innocent observer being hurt.(Not that Crawford was always inocent, nor always an
observer only).
Perry Roberts. We had just left the Barfield Summer Day Camp and I was headed for a
friend's house. We were meandering through the park past one of the concrete picnic
tables and the open pit shelter on oyur way over the wooden bridge spanning Ellerbe
Creek. I suddenly spotted a squirrel sitting on a low, overhanging branch.
I jokingly told Perry, "Watch this throw"! I threw the ball as hard as a 10 year old
could throw and to my shock, the squirrel fell to the ground--dead as it could be. I
scrounged around and found acloth bag in the trash by one picnic bench, scooped up the
squirrel and we rushed off to show off my prowess to Crawford Jobe on Glendale
Avenue.
Perry and I ran across the bridge and up the tree lined hill to Glendale Avenue.
When we reached the stone stanchions marking the end of the walkway, Perry turned
down by CLub Boulevard School to his home while I climbed the hill to Crawford's house
with my prize possession hugged close to my side.
Mrs. Jobe saw me at the door and directed me to the basement where Crawford
was "working". I came in exclaiming to him about my awesome throwing arm killing a
squirrel and opened my bag to confirm it. I turned the bag open and the dead squirrel ran
all over Crawford on his way out the opened door. I never have figured out how that
squirrel shot directly up the steps and out of the basement without being confused or
helpless, but I did learn at least one big lesson that day.
Don't be bragging about something you are not sure of being true. We are all
going to have to pay for our pride and our bragging and sometimes it may involve an
innocent observer being hurt.(Not that Crawford was always inocent, nor always an
observer only).
Sledding in the Bird Sanctuary
A couple of times each winter, snow would blanket the Bird Sanctuary and
sledders young and old would appear on the Glendale slopes of the park to shoot down
the hills. Jerry Medlin remembers this very well and I was reminded of a far too familiar
analogy as he told me about his memories.
In the middle of the Glendale boundary still stands two stone stancions and steps
leading to what used to be our walking/sledding trail Small trees filled the park area for
about 600'long and 150' wide except the litle exempted trail. When snow fell sledders
could not begin their adventure from the steps but had to move about 5'over, slide down
the steep side into the trail, and continue the 200' slide down a 24" wide trail until the sled
stopped 20-30'short of Ellerbe Creek.
The entire slide was made up of bumps adn surprises over the 45 degree ride. Initially
one had to drop in a 60-70 degree drop to get started on the ride.This gave an adrenaline rush to start
the ride and one had to compensate for the quick change to 45 degrees or the ride could
come to a quick halt. About halfway down the trail for a space of about 3' the 45 degree
slope would level off producing a bump followed by another quick drop. Once the level
point was reached either the bump or the resulting take off could dump you off the sled or
put you into a tree.Exact rsponses were demanded and from then on sled manipulation
resulted in a long, smooth ride.
I look at Jerry and I see where life has treated him much the same way. Jerry has
been blessed with tremendous people skills and he never meets a stranger. He was raised
by a loving mother and father and had a strong family network of sisters and cousins
especially. Jerry has had several adrenaline rushes and bumps in his life to which he has had
to respond quickly and correctly, just like all of us.
Back in 1967 Jerry had a near death automobile experience which brought him to
a crossroads with his Lord and just like the Glendale drop in, he could not
overcompensate. Jerry married and had a couple of daughters, but an eventual divorce
left him alone and somewhat frustrated,but he had to comensate for this little dip also,
or face deeper bumps.Later Jerry moved back into the homeplace so he could help his
father care for his mother's Alzheimer's. This was yet another dip in his sled ride called life.
When his father and mother passed within 4 months of each other in 2003, Jerry had
hit the leveled area of his sled ride and was close to being run into the tree of sadness
and sudden loss. Jerry was able to compensate and pull out of this bump by the strength
of his many friends and family. The rest of Jerry's ride can now be swift and smooth as he
glides up to the creek bank.
I can see where the Lord called loudly to Jerry in 1967 to draw him into God's service
by using his God given talents. I can also see where the Lord has pulled Jerry through other
of life's dips and curves. I pray for Jerry weekly to see that the only way he can finish the ride
successfully is by total submission to the Lord's will. His tremendous memory and caring
people skills must be put to work for His work. I appreciate Jerry allowing me to share what
his life's story means to me and I pray for Jerry's obedience to the Lord's will for him.
sledders young and old would appear on the Glendale slopes of the park to shoot down
the hills. Jerry Medlin remembers this very well and I was reminded of a far too familiar
analogy as he told me about his memories.
In the middle of the Glendale boundary still stands two stone stancions and steps
leading to what used to be our walking/sledding trail Small trees filled the park area for
about 600'long and 150' wide except the litle exempted trail. When snow fell sledders
could not begin their adventure from the steps but had to move about 5'over, slide down
the steep side into the trail, and continue the 200' slide down a 24" wide trail until the sled
stopped 20-30'short of Ellerbe Creek.
The entire slide was made up of bumps adn surprises over the 45 degree ride. Initially
one had to drop in a 60-70 degree drop to get started on the ride.This gave an adrenaline rush to start
the ride and one had to compensate for the quick change to 45 degrees or the ride could
come to a quick halt. About halfway down the trail for a space of about 3' the 45 degree
slope would level off producing a bump followed by another quick drop. Once the level
point was reached either the bump or the resulting take off could dump you off the sled or
put you into a tree.Exact rsponses were demanded and from then on sled manipulation
resulted in a long, smooth ride.
I look at Jerry and I see where life has treated him much the same way. Jerry has
been blessed with tremendous people skills and he never meets a stranger. He was raised
by a loving mother and father and had a strong family network of sisters and cousins
especially. Jerry has had several adrenaline rushes and bumps in his life to which he has had
to respond quickly and correctly, just like all of us.
Back in 1967 Jerry had a near death automobile experience which brought him to
a crossroads with his Lord and just like the Glendale drop in, he could not
overcompensate. Jerry married and had a couple of daughters, but an eventual divorce
left him alone and somewhat frustrated,but he had to comensate for this little dip also,
or face deeper bumps.Later Jerry moved back into the homeplace so he could help his
father care for his mother's Alzheimer's. This was yet another dip in his sled ride called life.
When his father and mother passed within 4 months of each other in 2003, Jerry had
hit the leveled area of his sled ride and was close to being run into the tree of sadness
and sudden loss. Jerry was able to compensate and pull out of this bump by the strength
of his many friends and family. The rest of Jerry's ride can now be swift and smooth as he
glides up to the creek bank.
I can see where the Lord called loudly to Jerry in 1967 to draw him into God's service
by using his God given talents. I can also see where the Lord has pulled Jerry through other
of life's dips and curves. I pray for Jerry weekly to see that the only way he can finish the ride
successfully is by total submission to the Lord's will. His tremendous memory and caring
people skills must be put to work for His work. I appreciate Jerry allowing me to share what
his life's story means to me and I pray for Jerry's obedience to the Lord's will for him.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Bird Sanctuary Memories
Park View/Northgate Partnership
Bird Sanctuary Memories
I was twelve years old and had just gotten my first BB gun. I was so proud that I could sit on
my back yard steps and kill all those Redskins hiding in my backyard and thereafter struck out on
a frontier exploration to Ricky Maisto's ranch. The top of Mount Elgin (Street) called me through
the forests of the Bird Sanctuary and toward the Spanish Mission on Acadia Way.
I passed by the giant sequoia tree in front of the mission and spied a buzzard sitting in the lofty
branches. I thojught to myself that I would shoot that buzzard with my trusty Winchester rifle
and rid the dyuing mammals nearby of this wretched predator. I swung my sharpshooter rifle to
my shoulder, knowing that the bird undoubtedly would fly off upon seeing me before I could get a
shot off. I leveled my gunsite and aimed directly at the heart. I relaxed a moment but he did not
make any attempt to fly off. I pressed the trigger noiselessly and effortlessly until I heard the roar of my
Winchester and my shoulder absorbed the accompanying kick.
Suddenly, I came back to my senses and saw the little wren drop to the ground before my eyes. I cried
out and rushed to where he lay. I picked him up and laid him down a dozen times before I accepted the fact
I had killed the innocent bird. I rushed home with my BB gun in my hand and tears in my eyes. Once again, I
learned a big lesson that day. One must always exercise caution when he makes believe. It is so easy to trap
oneself in our imaginary life where our actions do not hurt anyone, but in truth all of our actions have
repercussions. These harmless lies or jokes do affect us and even others' opinions of us and those we love.
Since that day, 53 years ago, I have been unable to shoot a gun or bow and arrow at prey. I adore the
animals God sends into my vision, but I can't even squash a moth trapped in the house. I hae to catch them
and release them outside. God protects me as I go through my day to day life and I think He expects us to
protect all His creation the same way.
Bird Sanctuary Memories
I was twelve years old and had just gotten my first BB gun. I was so proud that I could sit on
my back yard steps and kill all those Redskins hiding in my backyard and thereafter struck out on
a frontier exploration to Ricky Maisto's ranch. The top of Mount Elgin (Street) called me through
the forests of the Bird Sanctuary and toward the Spanish Mission on Acadia Way.
I passed by the giant sequoia tree in front of the mission and spied a buzzard sitting in the lofty
branches. I thojught to myself that I would shoot that buzzard with my trusty Winchester rifle
and rid the dyuing mammals nearby of this wretched predator. I swung my sharpshooter rifle to
my shoulder, knowing that the bird undoubtedly would fly off upon seeing me before I could get a
shot off. I leveled my gunsite and aimed directly at the heart. I relaxed a moment but he did not
make any attempt to fly off. I pressed the trigger noiselessly and effortlessly until I heard the roar of my
Winchester and my shoulder absorbed the accompanying kick.
Suddenly, I came back to my senses and saw the little wren drop to the ground before my eyes. I cried
out and rushed to where he lay. I picked him up and laid him down a dozen times before I accepted the fact
I had killed the innocent bird. I rushed home with my BB gun in my hand and tears in my eyes. Once again, I
learned a big lesson that day. One must always exercise caution when he makes believe. It is so easy to trap
oneself in our imaginary life where our actions do not hurt anyone, but in truth all of our actions have
repercussions. These harmless lies or jokes do affect us and even others' opinions of us and those we love.
Since that day, 53 years ago, I have been unable to shoot a gun or bow and arrow at prey. I adore the
animals God sends into my vision, but I can't even squash a moth trapped in the house. I hae to catch them
and release them outside. God protects me as I go through my day to day life and I think He expects us to
protect all His creation the same way.
Where do I start?
I never knew Frank Barfield; he died @ 1952, I think, but I owe Mr. Barfield
more than I can ever repay. Mr. Barfield was a real estate auctioneer, but he lovedDurham
and Ellerbe Creek. In 1940, he donated the land to theCounty of Durham that now
housesNorthgate Park
current Dog Walk.
more than I can ever repay. Mr. Barfield was a real estate auctioneer, but he loved
and Ellerbe Creek. In 1940, he donated the land to the
houses
current Dog Walk.
A group of concerned citizens began a search for a site for a Children’s Museum
which was originally located at 400 W. Lavender Street. This museum moved to Georgia
Avenue in 1947 and finally moved to Murray Avenue in 1958 as the state renowned
Museum of Life
which was originally located at 400 W. Lavender Street. This museum moved to Georgia
Avenue in 1947 and finally moved to Murray Avenue in 1958 as the state renowned
As a little point of interest, do you know what the biggest complaint concerning
theMuseum of Life
presented in the “scientific light” of truth by the programs and many exhibits. Personally,
it conveys to me the strength of conviction of this original philanthroper and the
dedicated volunteers had to their Christian heritage and principles. Thanks to you!!
the
presented in the “scientific light” of truth by the programs and many exhibits. Personally,
it conveys to me the strength of conviction of this original philanthroper and the
dedicated volunteers had to their Christian heritage and principles. Thanks to you!!
After the Children’s Museum moved to Georgia Avenue, the Lavender Street
building was used as a youth center, but the constant flooding of Ellerbe Creek called
this to a halt. Barfield Youth Center was then erected across the end of the Bird
Sanctuary (as Northgate Park was originally known).From its erection until fire
destroyed it in 1969, the families from all over Durham, but primarily the Northgate area
used the facility for reunions, dinners, crafts, Youth Center activities, a summer day camp,
and other family meetings, etc.Club Boulevard Elementary School was opened in 1950
and the entire post-warBird Park
this to a halt. Barfield Youth Center was then erected across the end of the Bird
Sanctuary (as Northgate Park was originally known).From its erection until fire
destroyed it in 1969, the families from all over Durham, but primarily the Northgate area
used the facility for reunions, dinners, crafts, Youth Center activities, a summer day camp,
and other family meetings, etc.
and the entire post-war
I grew up on Acadia Street and lived across the street from the Bird Park
1949-1966 and I experienced every pleasure the park area could offer. The most
significant thing about this time in my life was whenPark View Baptist Church was
formed inBarfield Youth Center St. Paul ’s Methodist Church
in 1953 where we performed our baptisms. After that I participated in all the activities I
could that were offered by the church for my age group.
1949-1966 and I experienced every pleasure the park area could offer. The most
significant thing about this time in my life was when
formed in
in 1953 where we performed our baptisms. After that I participated in all the activities I
could that were offered by the church for my age group.
I swam in the flooded water of Ellerbe Creek in the early 50’s while my father
moved his car up to Shenandoah Avenue to keep it dry. I watched the U.S. Corp of
Engineers come in back in the early 60’s and correct the flooding problem. I have played
in the brush and tree outcroppings planted to house birds, but this ground was so moist all
the time that you could retrieve fishing worms off the top of the ground. I have invited
myself to many picnics, played softball with so many friendly strangers, played football
all afternoon, watched while the Jaycee field was put up, and played day camp softball on
the field.
moved his car up to Shenandoah Avenue to keep it dry. I watched the U.S. Corp of
Engineers come in back in the early 60’s and correct the flooding problem. I have played
in the brush and tree outcroppings planted to house birds, but this ground was so moist all
the time that you could retrieve fishing worms off the top of the ground. I have invited
myself to many picnics, played softball with so many friendly strangers, played football
all afternoon, watched while the Jaycee field was put up, and played day camp softball on
the field.
I have seined the creek for hours on end catching tadpoles and monster crayfish. I
walked the path betweenNorthgate Park and Duke Park
but a 30’pipe had to be shimmied or walked over Ellerbe Creek. I have fished along that
same trail and caught a 15” eel that scared a friend of mine and I so badly we dragged it
home on our hand made line for my father to identify.
walked the path between
but a 30’pipe had to be shimmied or walked over Ellerbe Creek. I have fished along that
same trail and caught a 15” eel that scared a friend of mine and I so badly we dragged it
home on our hand made line for my father to identify.
I grew up knowing the families from Ruffin Street to Cascadilla Street
and as far north as the old Roxboro Road rock quarry. I lived for this safe
neighborhood where fifth graders could wander out of the familiar and never
have to fear molestation or beatings as long as they were home in time for dinner.
and as far north as the old Roxboro Road rock quarry. I lived for this safe
neighborhood where fifth graders could wander out of the familiar and never
have to fear molestation or beatings as long as they were home in time for dinner.
I learned how to introduce myself to strangers and interact with all people
in activities going on atBarfield Youth Center
obedience, and truthfulness at the Barfield Day Camp that I learned from my parents.
I learned my leadership skills from this same camp.
in activities going on at
obedience, and truthfulness at the Barfield Day Camp that I learned from my parents.
I learned my leadership skills from this same camp.
Park View built a church building near the tent revival where I was saved.
Sunbeams, Sunday school, Royal Ambassadors, Children’s Church and BTU
taught me all I needed to know about salvation and service to others. I spoke my
first message in this church one Youth Sunday and Bright E. White taught me about
hope and faith as I considered the pastoral call.
Sunbeams, Sunday school, Royal Ambassadors, Children’s Church and BTU
taught me all I needed to know about salvation and service to others. I spoke my
first message in this church one Youth Sunday and Bright E. White taught me about
hope and faith as I considered the pastoral call.
I went to work for IBM in New York and was involved in an automobile
accident that resulted in my being unconscious for a month and being sent to Watts
Hospital New York
and my father would come up when he could get away from the other three young ones
at home.
and my father would come up when he could get away from the other three young ones
at home.
Upon my coming to and rehabilitating at home over the next year, I trusted the
Lord more with my life but I was too embarrassed to come back to Park View. I knew
that my Grandmother and her church had prayed incessantly for me and the Lord drew
me to her church. It was here –the first day I attended-that I met my future beautiful,
loving wife. I was re-baptized and rededicated my life to God and Rose.
Lord more with my life but I was too embarrassed to come back to Park View. I knew
that my Grandmother and her church had prayed incessantly for me and the Lord drew
me to her church. It was here –the first day I attended-that I met my future beautiful,
loving wife. I was re-baptized and rededicated my life to God and Rose.
This is not the end of my story, but I think it is time for Northgate and Park View to tell of this 20 year period from 1950 to 1970:
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