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From: terry wilson

To: joel@rockinghamremembered.com
Date: Sep 8, 2006 10:59 AM
Subject: Rockingham remembered

Hey Joel,

I just wanted to thank you for creating this website.  My family left Rockingham midway thru
my 10th grade. We moved to Dillon, S.C. where I graduated highschool.  I graduated from the
South Carolina Trade School after a year with diploma in Marketing and Distribution.  After a
stint in the Army, I attended for 2 years the USC at Lancaster, S.C.  I now live in Albany,
Ga. and have been in the Property and Casualty (auto and home) insurance business for 28 years.
 My wife and I own Wilson Insurance Agency.

I don't remember you, I was born Sept. 1946, but I do remember playing ball with Sonny
Swails, Charlie Yow, and others you may have mentioned.  I was real sorry to read that Sammy
Covington and Phyllis Stubbs had passed away.  Both were childhood friends.  Sammy's older
brother Lloyd and I were pretty good buddies.  Their daddy and my daddy farmed tobacco
together as a partnership.  My dad, Hurley Wilson, passed away Labor Day 1971 at age 54. My
mother lives in Laurinburg, N.C., still going strong at 88.  Delivers meals on wheels, takes old
people to doctor's appointments, and vol at the local hosp 4 hrs a week.  We love her beyond
reason.

I really enjoyed reading the Civil War letter.  Would not have wanted to have participated in
that war.

I also was a curb hop at Tom & Sara's for around 2 years.  I can't remember for sure, but I
think I was around 12 & 13.  Tom was very good to me and my brother Steve.  Steve was 2
years older than me and died at 53.

Do you remember my baby brother, Little Sammy Wilson?  He was kind of a local celibrity at a
young age, having been part of the Slim Mims show.  At about age 8 his career of imitating Elvis
was over.  I guess he got too old.  Sammy is alive and well, still the funniest person I have ever
been around.

I have an older brother, Tony "Bogey" Wilson, and my sister Patsy Wilson Rivers, who have
homes on the Hwy about halfway between Hamlet and Laurinburg.  Bogey's two boys, Tony &
Eddie Wilson, own "East Coast Awning" on their property out there, and also buy and sell used
boats at the same location.

Well, I have to get back to work, as I am not retired.

Thanks again,
Terry


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From: Joel Bailey <rrjoel@gmail.com>

To: terry wilson <terrygenew@aol.com>
Date: Sep 8, 2006 4:03 PM
Subject: Re: Rockingham remembered

Thanks Terry for the vote of confidence in my website. I am glad you found it and appreciate
the story you submitted recently about Cordova.

Wonder if you would mind if I published this email you sent under the Guests Memories and/or
Emails section of the website?

I don't remember you either but your dad's name sounds familiar. Years ago I used to get recap
tires from Wilsons Tire Svc in East Rham...don't know if this was any of your kin or not.

Sounds like you remember a lot of the people I knew during those young years. If you have more
stories to share, please send them along when you get time.

I enjoyed that Civil War letter also and you are right - glad I didn't live during those times.
That would have been a bad war to be in.

Don't remember Sammy or Tony.

Anyway good to hear from you and hope to hear back.

Joel



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From: Terry Wilson

To: Joel Bailey <rrjoel@gmail.com>
Date: Sep 12, 2006 9:40 AM
Subject: Re: Fwd: Rockingham remembered



Joel,

My dad, Hurley Wilson, was never in the tire business.  He worked at the mill at Cordova for a
few years, farmed watermelons, sold bed sheets (white goods) from his vehicle door to door, and
raised pigs.  He also worked for RW Goodman at his furniture store and at the race track when
it was dirt.  I also worked there many nights selling hotdogs and snow cones.  At one time dad
also owned a used clothing store in Rockingham.  He also netted fish from the river and sold
them to a local fish market.  With just a second grade education, I guess he had to do a lot of
things in order to earn a living to feed seven children, my mom, and it seemed like we always
had at least one relative living with us.  I always thought he was the meanest man alive, I was
very afraid of him.  I don't exactly know why, as he never whipped me.  I always guessed that
it was that I didn't want what he purported to have dished out to my older brothers.  He died
labor day 1971, while waiting for his boys to pick him up to go fishing.  As the years have
passed I have developed a deep appreciation for my dad and the skills he taught us without us
even knowing it.  Its amazing what age will do to alter one's brain waves.  It has been rumored
and stated that he actually went (walked 10 miles) the first day of school to the 2nd grade and
never returned.  From near Blewetts Falls dam to Rockingham, I guess I'm right in my mileage
estimation.

School attendence must have not been enforced back then.  I remember many times dad taking
his boys on a long weeked camping and fishing trip to the dam.  He believed that this was more
inportant than school.  We would fish on the rocks and walk accross the bottom of the dam.  It
was very slippery and he would tie on burlap sacks to my feet to keep from slipping into the
water.  It was very scary, but we sure caught the fish.  He would cook up a stew in a big black
pot and fry fatback and eggs from a black cast iron frying pan.  At night we would have a big
fire by the water.  Dad and his brothers would drink alcohol spirts and shoot snakes and at
whatever else they made us believe lurked in the water.  They would hoop and holler like crazy,
and we would all laugh and be scared all at the same time.  Man that was fun.

All of us Wilson boys have our stories about our dad, some funny and some not funny at all.  But
we have no regrets.  LIfe turned out just fine despite our limited view of education.

No Joel, I don't believe you knew my dad, but I can promise you, you would have remembered
him if you did.


Terry