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For What It's Worth

 

“For What It’s Worth”

Fortnightly March 8, 2023

Johnny Hilton

 

     Springtime on the USC campus in Columbia, SC is a beautiful thing, almost idyllic, flowers blooming by the reflection pool, lovers walking hand in hand, small groups sitting on the ground in the Horseshoe, dreams of what the summer might bring.  In the spring of 1970, I was finishing my third year at the University of South Carolina.  This spring seemed a little different than the previous two, however.  There was a different ambiance in the air.  Hair lengths in the Frat house were getting a little longer.   Sgt. Peppers was playing on the second floor even though Jerry Butler was still going strong on the juke box in the lounge. Things seemed to be changing.   Could it be that Robert Zimmerman’s anthem of 1963 was finally coming to pass on fraternity row in the sleepy south?

     We had just come out of one of the most dynamic decades ever, “The Sixties,” a time of significant cultural and social change.  The Civil Rights Movement was bringing about changes in our laws including the Civil Rights Act of 1964 dealing with racial equality.  The Civil Rights Movement changed the way individuals of different ethnicities interacted with each other.  In addition, the “Hippie-Counter Culture” came into full bloom during the decade.  In 1967, the “Summer of Love” brought 100,000 “Flower Children” to the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco.  In August of 1969, a music festival was held on Max Yasgur’s dairy farm forty miles southwest of Woodstock, NY.  It was billed as “an Aquarian Exposition: 3 days of Peace and Music” and attracted more than 400,000.  Woodstock, as it came to be known, is regarded today as a “pivotal moment in popular music history and as a defining event for the counterculture generation.”  The counterculture has been defined as an “anti-establishment cultural phenomenon that developed in the 1960’s.”  The movement grew as the civil rights movements grew and with the “intensification of the Vietnam War.”  Oh yes, let us not forget about the war in Vietnam as it certainly was a major catalyst in the changes that took place in the sixties and in the events of the Spring of 1970 in Columbia, about which you shall hear more shortly.

     Following their defeat in 1954 the French withdrew from Indochina.  After the Viet Minh took control of North Vietnam, the U.S began its financial and military support of South Vietnam.  Under President John Kennedy U.S. involvement grew from less than a thousand “advisors” in 1959 to 23,000 troops by early 1964.  The Gulf of Tonkin resolution in August of 1964 allowed President Johnson to drastically increase the number of troops to 184,000.  As the war continued, the number of US troops engaged continued to grow to 500,000 in 1968.  Despite General William Westmoreland’s predictions of victory and that “the end is coming into view,” that proved not to be the case. 

     The TET offensive by the North Vietnamese in January of 1968, in which 85,000 North Vietnamese troops conducted offensive attacks in over 100 cities in the south, brought about a turn in public opinion and support of the war by many Americans.  Richard Nixon was inaugurated in January of 1969 and soon implemented a policy known as “Vietnamization” in which he promised to transfer responsibility for a conclusion of the war to the South Vietnamese troops and to begin U.S. troop withdrawals.  In November of 1969, when the news broke of the “My Lai Massacre” in which American troops reportedly killed hundreds of South Vietnamese villagers, opposition to the war increased significantly particularly among young people across America.    The student protests, sit-ins and demonstrations that had been happening at Ivy League and West Coast colleges saw an increase at this time. The University of South Carolina and most other southern universities had remained quiet thus far but that was about to change.  On December 1, 1969, the draft lottery, the first since WWII, was initiated which eliminated many deferments for military service for students and teachers.  On April 29, 1970, U.S. and South Vietnamese troops crossed the eastern border of Cambodia in order to confront North Vietnamese troops that were using eastern Cambodia as a staging area for attacks across the border into South Vietnam. 

     Let us digress for a moment and revisit this notion that the Sixties were a time of “significant cultural and social change.”  As we know not everyone likes change or new ideas and there was often much opposition to some of the changes that are associated with the decade of the sixties.  Not everyone in America felt that the civil rights movement was a step in the right direction.  Civil rights marchers and peaceful protestors were often met with opposition in many different forms which might be verbal or could be fire-hoses and police dogs.  Not everyone in America felt that Flower Children and Hippies touting peace, love and freedom were sharing a message consistent with the “American Way”.  Moreover, some felt that the Counterculture was a “Pinko conspiracy” and a threat to the very foundations of capitalism.  Lastly and perhaps most importantly, the differing, opposing, and changing positions on the wisdom of our involvement in Vietnam are well documented and well known. 

    So let us now return to the spring of 1970.   As previously noted, on April 29, 1970, U.S. and South Vietnamese troops crossed the border and entered Cambodia.  Many in the US felt this was contrary to Nixon’s promise to bring an end to American involvement and was in fact an escalation of the war.  College students on many campuses reacted immediately, erupting with protests to show their opposition in what Time Magazine called “a nation-wide student strike”.

     One such campus was Kent State University in Kent, Ohio whose students had already been actively protesting the war for several years.  When the announcement was made by the Nixon administration regarding the “Cambodian Incursion” a new wave of protests began.  On Friday, May 1, a peaceful demonstration of about 500 Kent State students was held on a grassy knoll in the center of campus known as the commons.  As the students left the demonstration area there was visible and widespread anger regarding the recent war developments.  It was announced that another rally would be held on Monday, May 4.  

     That weekend was marred with several skirmishes between young people, the police and National Guard.  Friday night some windows were broken downtown.  The mayor declared a state of emergency and closed all the bars which further increased tensions.  Tear gas was used to disperse the crowd.  Things became increasingly tense on Saturday as there were rumors that the ROTC building was in danger of being vandalized.  The Governor called out the National Guard which didn’t arrive until 10pm by which time the ROTC building was on fire.  Tear gas was used to disperse the crowd.  On Sunday evening there was a rally on campus which then moved downtown.  The Guard used tear gas and bayonets to break up the crowd.  Several students received minor injuries from being bayoneted.

      On Monday, May 4, as previously announced, a peace rally was held on campus with approximately 2,000 students gathering on the commons.  Around noon the National Guard ordered the crowd to disperse using a bullhorn but the crowd did not respond.  Tear gas canisters were then fired at the crowd but their trajectory was short only resulting in the demonstrators moving back slightly.  The Guard then advanced toward the crowd. Some students threw rocks at the guard.  The crowd of students dispersed somewhat with several groups moving away in different directions from the advancing guard.   Tear gas was fired in different directions at the different groups of students.  Some members of Troop G were ordered to kneel and aim their weapons toward a group of students gathered in a nearby parking lot but none of the guardsmen fired at that time while aiming at the students.   An officer did fire a handgun into the air.  The Guard began moving back in the direction from which they had originally come.  Protestors began following the Guard as they retraced their steps.

     At 12:24pm a sergeant turned and fired his 45 caliber pistol at the crowd of students.  Several Guardsmen also turned and began firing at the students.  At least 29 of the 77 Guardsmen fired 67 rounds which lasted about 13 seconds.  When the firing started, many students ran and some dropped to the ground.  Many students at first believed they were firing blanks.  Four students were killed and nine others were wounded.  Those killed were standing between 265 and 390 feet away from the guardsmen.  Those wounded ranged from 71 to 750 feet away.  This was the first time a student was killed in any anti-war gathering in the United States.

    The shootings caused huge anger and uproar at college campuses nationwide.  More than 4 million students participated in demonstrations, walk-outs and strikes at hundreds of campuses across the country causing hundreds of campuses to be shut down.  Public opinion across America regarding the war in Vietnam was significantly affected as a result of the shootings and the student strikes.

 

Meanwhile back at the ranch…..

      On Tuesday, May 5, the USC Annual Awards Day was being held on the Horseshoe to honor alumni, faculty and student excellence and to mark the transition from one student body president to his successor.  A group of about 300 students carrying four crosses with the names of those killed at Kent State marched from the Russell House student center to the Horseshoe, walking around the Horseshoe and then being seated behind the speaker’s platform.  Both the outgoing and incoming student body presidents acknowledged the presence of the demonstrators in a positive way.  Among the demonstrators were members of a group known as “The Student Emergency Coalition for Academic Freedom.”(more about this group later).  There were no incidents as the demonstrators sat quietly during the awards ceremony.

    The USC Student Senate voted on Wednesday, May 6, to hold a voluntary student strike and boycott of classes to be held on Thursday and Friday.  The reasons given for the strike were the Kent State killings, Solicitor John Foard’s threats against USC faculty perceived by some as infringement upon academic freedom (more about this later as well) and non-students being banned from entering the Russell House.  The Student Emergency Coalition announced on Wednesday that a rally would be held on Thursday on the Horseshoe at noon and that a sit-in would be held at the Russell House later that day.

      Those of us walking from the Kappa Sig house to class on Thursday morning discovered that student attendance in class was down that day.   When we returned back to the house there was some discussion among those present in the lounge about the call for the boycott of classes and the rally to be held on the Horseshoe that day.   Thus far, those of us in the fraternity had not participated in any anti-war protests although there was significant concern about the war in Vietnam.   Since the shootings on Monday, there was a lot of talk and dismay in the frat house about the students killed at Kent State.  There was also talk that maybe some of us might drop by the announced protest events and see what was going on later that day.

    At midday on Thursday a crowd estimated to be between 1,000 to1,500 gathered on the Horseshoe in support of the student strike.  It was suggested by some in the crowd that the flag be lowered to half staff in memory of the students killed at Kent State.  There was some disagreement from some members of the student government, but a vote was taken among all those in attendance which was overwhelmingly in favor of lowering the flag, so it was lowered.  At the conclusion of the rally, most of the students left the Horseshoe and gathered at the Russell House. 

    We heard there was going to be a sit-in at the Russell House, so two of us walked over from the fraternity house to see what was going on.  There was a huge crowd of students gathered all around the Russell House.  Initially, we stood out on the lawn and later climbed up and stood on the narrow wall of the ramp leading into the front entrance of the Russell House.  Many students were walking up the ramp and going inside. 

     By mid-afternoon an estimated 500 students had entered the Russell House.  Shortly thereafter, University officials announced that the Russell House was closing and that everyone should exit the building.  The general response from the crowd inside was they were not leaving.  It was then announced that those refusing to leave the building would be subject to disciplinary action or possible arrest.  In a few minutes, those inside were told that the SC Highway Patrol had been called and were on the way.  By this time the crowd outside the Russell House had grown to nearly 2,000. 

     When told they would be arrested most of the students inside the building began to leave.  The Highway patrol and J. Pete Strom, Chief of S.L.E.D., arrived around 5:00 slowly pulling the police cars through the crowd blocking Green Street.  There were mixed feelings being expressed by the huge crowd of students in Green Street and those on the ramp leading into the Russell house.  Some students were cheering the arrival of the police while others tried to block the police from going up the ramp and entering the building. 

   My fraternity brother and I were still standing on the wall of the ramp when the police started moving up the ramp to enter the building.  Just as they were about to reach us we jumped down off the wall to the ground.  There was a guy standing beside us on the wall who didn’t jump.  As we reached the ground, and started to move away, we turned around to see the guy that had been standing next to us being hit in the head by a highway patrolman wielding a night stick.  He fell to the ground with his head bleeding.  Some students standing next to where he fell offered assistance.  We decided to move a little farther back.

   By the time the police started entering the building the number inside the Russell House was down to about 75.  Once the police were inside there were 36 students left sitting in a circle on the floor of the main lobby holding hands.  The students were told by Chief Strom they would be arrested if they did not exit the building.  The students responded that they wanted to be arrested.  One of those arrested later shared her feelings that “being arrested was our only option to maintain our rights.”  Since there was such a huge crowd still in front of the Russell House those arrested were taken out the kitchen entrance and placed on a Department of Corrections bus. 

     When students in front of the building learned the arrested students were being taken out the back, hundreds rushed to the rear of the building with about 150 sitting down in the street in front of the bus.  The students sitting in front of the bus were asked several times to move but would not. A little before 6:00 a call was made requesting backup from the National Guard.  A few minutes later three National Guard buses pulled up on Bull Street not far from the parking lot where the Corrections bus was parked.  Finally at about 6:30, with highway patrolmen walking in front of the bus moving students out of the way, the bus began heading slowly down Bull Street and eventually to the S.C. Detentions and Evaluation Center.  Those refusing to leave the Russell House were charged with trespassing and interference with the normal operation of a university building.

     On Friday, May 8, there was a rally at the Horseshoe of 400 students who then marched down to the Statehouse steps to protest the arrest of the students the day before and to support their reinstatement to the University and that their trespass charges be dropped.  The doors of the Statehouse were locked and about 50 highway patrolmen in riot gear came to the Statehouse shortly after the students arrived.  Students stayed on the steps about an hour and then returned to campus.  The University Board of Trustees announced on Friday that hearings would begin on Monday for those arrested on Thursday at the Russell House.  Things were quiet on the campus over the weekend.

     Let us again digress here for a moment and get a little background on some issues that contributed to the unrest of some students at USC in addition to the War in Vietnam and the Kent State shootings.  As suggested earlier, things on the USC campus were quiet compared to many other universities around the country but there were issues that were of concern to some students.

    One of these issues was the court-ordered closing of the UFO, a coffeehouse located on Main Street in Columbia frequented by hippies, antiwar-activists, and service men from Fort Jackson.  On January 15, 1970, the UFO was ordered closed.  The Solicitors office indicated the “corruption of juveniles as one of the major points” of the indictment.   There were several rallies held previously in Columbia protesting the closing of the coffeehouse, the largest of which attracted 500 attendees.  Then on April 28, three of the “officers” of the UFO were sentenced to 6 years in jail for operating a public nuisance. 

   After the trial Solicitor John Foard went on a campaign against the college professors who testified in defense of the UFO saying based on their testimony, "there are professors who don't belong at the University.” This prompted many students to become concerned with the protection of academic freedom at USC. 

    A third issue that was of concern to many was only allowing USC students to enter the Russell House in an effort to keep “anti-establishment activists” out.  Plain clothes policemen were placed in the Russell House and were arresting non-students often in what was perceived by some as being in a “heavy-handed way.”  The Student Emergency Coalition for Academic Freedom, the organization that called for the sit-in at the Russell House, was organized in response to these concerns.

 

  Let us now return to our time line…...    

     On Monday, May 11, there was a rally of three hundred or so students during the mid-afternoon on the Horseshoe.  The purpose of the rally was to show support for dropping the charges and reinstating the students arrested for trespass at the Russell House sit-in.  The students then marched over to the Administration Building where a meeting of the Board of Trustees was taking place upstairs.  Upon arriving at the Administration Building a small group of students tried to enter the building.  Student marshalls and campus police would not let them inside.  However, the protestors were persistent and around 4:00 the student marshalls and campus police stepped aside and the protestors went into the lobby area.  Unfortunately, there were a handful of students that began throwing papers on the floor and ransacking offices.  By this time a huge crowd of students, mostly curious onlookers, had assembled outside the building as word had spread quickly across campus that students were “taking over” the Administration Building.  We heard about it at the Kappa Sig house so a couple of us walked over to see what was going on. 

    Around 4:15 Highway Patrolmen and SLED agents assembled in the parking lot behind the building.   A small group of students started throwing rocks at the Highway Patrolmen ultimately making the situation significantly worse.  The Highway Patrolmen and SLED agents entered the building from the rear door and went upstairs where the Board of Trustees were still meeting discussing action to be taken regarding those arrested at the sit-in on Thursday.

    The crowd of students around the administration building and Horseshoe continued to grow to an estimated 3,000 by 6:00.  Soon word spread among the crowd that the National Guard was on the way.  When the Guard arrived they formed a line across the Horseshoe on the Sumter Street end along with a contingent of Highway Patrolmen.   They began moving toward the Administration Building with bayonets fixed on the rifles of the guardsmen as they marched forward. After advancing a hundred yards or so their pace quickened and they charged forward.  Students on the Horseshoe all ran away from the charging guardsmen, resulting in a very large group clustered on the east end of the Horseshoe in front of McKissick Library.  The Guard halted their advance and then began using tear gas to disperse the crowd.  The crowd split into several different groups running in different directions.

     This scenario of groups of students forming and then being broken up with tear gas continued all evening and into the early morning hours of Tuesday.  The Guard began chasing groups of students and as the students ran into their dorms, tear gas from back packs was shot into the doorways of the dorms.  Students began throwing bottles out of their dorm windows and from the roof down on the guard.  The Guard responded by shooting tear gas canisters up on the roof getting tear gas into the air conditioning system of the dorms.  This caused many students to leave their dorms, thus increasing the number of students outside running around the campus. Many students who had to leave their rooms were angry at being gassed and joined in with the demonstrators throwing rocks and bottles at the Guardsmen.  A student complained “I’d like nothing better than to go to my room, but the gas has gotten into the ventilation system.  Every time I go back there, I can’t stand it.” 

     Over 100 students were treated Monday night at a temporary aid station set up at the Lutheran Center on Pendleton Street for tear gas inhalation and other injuries.  Around 20 were treated at the USC infirmary with a smaller number treated at local hospitals. My fraternity brother and I witnessed a student hit in the head by a tear gas canister causing considerable bleeding.  The tear gas canisters were being fired by grenade launchers.  In this case, the Guardsmen were not in sight of where we were standing.  The canister came over the roof of a building having been fired from the opposite side.   A total of 600 National Guard troops were deployed to the campus Monday night.   A “State of Emergency” was declared by the Governor Monday night and an 11pm curfew was imposed which was pretty much ignored. 

     It was announced that classes would be held on Tuesday and that any students in groups of more than 3 would be arrested.    All other activities and meetings on campus were cancelled.  Classes were held on Tuesday and things were quiet.  There was lots of tear gas lying all around and when a National Guard jeep would drive by it would stir it up.  It was a bizarre, eerie, and troubling sight to see a National Guard jeep with a soldier manning a mounted machine gun in the back of the jeep driving up and down Sumter Street passing by the fraternity house.  There were 75 Guardsmen on campus during the day on Tuesday.

     A 9pm-6am curfew was imposed for Tuesday night.  There was a rally Tuesday afternoon at Valley Park of about 500 students who marched down to the State House around 6:30pm.  The crowd sat on the Statehouse steps while five students met inside with Governor McNair, requesting amnesty for those arrested at the Russell House on Thursday.  As the rally was ending, those sitting on the steps were encouraged by several student speakers to go peacefully back to campus and comply with the curfew.

     However, there was more trouble Tuesday night as many students did not comply with the curfew.  Many, many students were very angry about the presence of the National Guard on campus and angry about the use of tear gas, which affected thousands of students who were not at all associated with the protests, rallies, or sit-ins.  This anger brought on a backlash resulting in many students becoming more involved in the protest movement.  Unfortunately, the backlash also resulted in lots of rocks and bottles being thrown at law enforcement and the Guardsmen.

      Thinking back on it now, there were probably a significant percentage of Guardsmen who were called to the campus who did not relish that assignment.  Many probably didn’t like shooting tear gas at students.  There were probably a number in the Guard who were opposed to the war and had actually joined the Guard to avoid going to Vietnam.  But in that moment it was hard for many students to think beyond the immediate discomfort, pain, anger and even fear they were feeling about the National Guard being on campus.  It almost felt like we were being attacked by foreign invaders.

     Around 9:00pm, when the curfew went into effect, there was still a group of 300 or more students gathered outside the “Honeycomb dorms” near the corner of Main and Blossom Street.  Guardsmen numbering around 200 were called to the scene and immediately began discharging more tear gas. Students on the street and students inside the dorms were throwing rocks and bottles at the Guardsmen.  A few Guardsmen were picking up rocks and throwing them back at students.   Bright National Guard searchlights were being flashed up and down the outside walls of the Honeycombs.  Highway Patrolmen entered the Honeycombs to chase down and arrest students, although this was later denied by officials of the Highway Patrol.  Arrests were made all over the campus that night.  At least 104 students and some innocent bystanders on the periphery of the campus were arrested.  Male students who were arrested that night had their heads shaved for “sanitary” reasons.   There was more tear gas used that night so the layer on the ground Wednesday morning was thicker than ever.  More tear gas canisters were shot on the roofs of the Honeycomb dorms as well. 

   Classes were held on Wednesday and things were calm during the day for the most part.   A small contingent of Guardsmen were on campus Wednesday.  All activities on campus were cancelled that day except for classes.   There was talk that Jane Fonda was coming to town to speak at a rally.  Wednesday evening there was a rally at Maxcy Gregg Park at which university faculty members urged students to refrain from violent activity.  Flyers were passed out at the rally saying there would be another rally on Thursday evening at 7:00 at Maxcy Gregg at which Jane Fonda would be speaking.  The 9:00 curfew was still in effect.  Students left the rally in time to get back to their dorms before 9:00.  Faculty members conducted forums for discussion of student grievances that night in numerous dorms. Wednesday night was much calmer than the previous two nights.

      Classes met on Thursday without incident.  There was a lot of buzz all day regarding Jane Fonda’s visit to USC.  Fonda was invited to Columbia by an organization known as “GI’s United Against the War in Vietnam.”  She was engaged in a “tour” of sorts, traveling around the country to express her opposition to the war in Vietnam, attending rallies in cities and towns where military bases were located.  Fonda spoke at the rally in Maxcy Gregg Park on Thursday evening to a crowd of an estimated 4,000 people which included several of us from the Kappa Sig house.  Her message was “in order to bring about social change become political and avoid violence.”  The rally ended peacefully and there were no confrontations on campus that night. 

    On Friday, May 15, Governor McNair announced that he was relaxing the curfew so that it would only be in effect from 12:00 midnight to 6:00am.  Classes met on Friday without incident.  Many students left town for the weekend and I’m sure I was one of them.  On Saturday the curfew was lifted.  National Guardsmen were no longer on Campus. 

   So in retrospect….. The usually idyllic spring, in 1970 anyway, turned into a traumatic mess.   The tranquility was interrupted by lots of tear gas; students arrested for trespass, inciting to riot, conspiracy to destroy records, and curfew violations; lots of rocks and bottles thrown; name calling, yelling and cursing; ransacking of the administration building; and heads cracked with night sticks. 

    What caused all this?  The war in Vietnam, the Hippies of the Counter Culture, the death of students at Kent State, the UFO trial and solicitor Foard’s campaign against college professors and possible threats against academic freedom, plain clothes policemen in the Russell House?   University President Tom Jones said the UFO and the academic freedom issue were significant contributing factors.  It seems it was a perfect storm that brought all these things together.  But even as bad as it was, USC didn’t close like hundreds of other universities did, and no one was seriously injured. Thanks to faculty members who intervened, Governor McNair who listened to students from both sides of the controversy (McNair was a Kappa Sig by the way), and just maybe Jane Fonda who called for political solutions not violence. 

     So how did these events affect us in the frat house?  We were in the middle of a situation unlike any we had ever experienced before.  As a result we discussed issues we really hadn’t talked much about before.  There were varying points of view, of course, about many of the factors that were contributing to the unusual circumstances we were facing.  There weren’t any hippies in the fraternity; we hadn’t participated in any anti-war rallies, although as mentioned earlier, none of us were eager to head to Vietnam.  There were mixed feelings regarding the sit-in at the Russell House, some felt the response by law enforcement was extreme, others not so much.  Things took a turn, however, when the National Guard and the tear gas and the curfew came into our world.  Many of us were not happy with the tear gas and not happy about Guardsmen with rifles and bayonets and jeeps with machine guns mounted on the back. 

     The curfew meant that we were trapped all together in the house.  We started talking to each other about dissent, civil disobedience, and the civil rights movement.  We started talking about a legal system that sometimes didn’t treat everyone the same because of differing backgrounds, differing points of view or because they looked or dressed differently.

      Somehow we began feeling that we were being oppressed by the powers that be and it didn’t feel right.  These were topics and feelings that weren’t usually talked about in the fraternity house if you know what I mean.  And we kept talking about all this for the remaining days in that spring semester.  It was a time of growth in our awareness, understanding, and empathy of what it is like to be treated differently or treated unfairly.  Without sounding too dramatic, the last few weeks of that “idyllic” spring was a life changing experience for many of us. And…..Life is good! 

 

“For What It’s Worth”

  Written by Stephen Stills 

There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and they carrying signs
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side"

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the man comes and take you away

You better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

A Friend, a Mentor, an Inspiration

A Friend, a Mentor, an Inspiration

Fortnightly 4/16/25

Johnny Hilton

 

We all have special people in our lives that have made an impact on us.  These special people could include our parents, siblings, colleagues, and friends.  Tonight I want to share the story of one of those special people that has made a positive difference in my life.  That person is Roger Ackerman.  Roger’s life story is one of love, generosity, and perseverance.  This evening I will attempt to share events from his life that highlight those characteristics.

Roger was born on March 11, 1932, in Wadesboro, NC.   As with many families during that time, his was facing hardships as a result of the “Great Depression”.  Shortly after his birth, his family, dad, mom and older sister, moved in with his maternal grandparents in Bishopville, SC, where he spent the first four years of his life.  The family all slept in one bedroom.  During this time his father worked as a traveling salesman, selling men’s caps.  When Roger was four, his family moved to Wallace, NC, where the family opened a “Ben Franklin” five and dime store on Main Street.  Roger’s dad couldn’t think of a name for the store at first but somehow, it was dubbed “Roger’s 5, 10, and 25c store.”  Roger starting working in the store as a stock boy when he was 5.  When he was 7, he was allowed to stand on a coke crate so he could see over the counter to wait on other children. Working in the store was a great experience for Roger and the lessons learned stayed with him all his life. With Roger being an outgoing, “never met a stranger” kind of guy, there was no doubt he contributed to the stores popularity.  His favorite thing to sell in the store were records, as he was allowed to play the records in order to promote the sale.   Roger wrote a Fortnightly paper entitled “Roger’s 5-10-25 cent store – Growing up in a Mom & Pop Dime Store” that shares delightful memories of his family, the store, and the people of Wallace.  He was blessed with a close-knit, loving family from whom he learned loyalty, devotion, respect, a strong work ethic, generosity, independence, the rewards of friendship, and pride in his faith.

Roger was an excellent student making straight A’s through all his years of school in Wallace.  During high school he was elected president of the N.C. Association of Jewish Youth, and was president of the high school Beta Club.  Roger also excelled in sports, playing both baseball and football.  He was a co-captain of the Wallace football team which had a perfect season his senior year.  Roger applied to attend UNC Chapel Hill and was actually recruited to play football at UNC but chose not to do so.   Roger was accepted at UNC in Chapel Hill and majored in Business and Economics.   While there, he excelled academically, being inducted into Phi Beta Kappa and participated in ROTC.  Upon graduation, he served two years in the United States Air Force.  By the way, Roger was a “dyed in the wool, true blue” Tar-Heel fan his entire life!!  That story could warrant a paper all its own.

After his discharge from the Air Force, Roger got a job selling office equipment for a short time.   Meanwhile, his sister had married a man who owned a “scrap metal” recycling business in Goldsboro, NC.   Seeing a better opportunity, Roger went to work for his brother-in-law in Goldsboro in the “Scrap Business.”  Shortly after going to work with his brother-in-law, Roger attended “The Annual International Scrap Dealers Convention” at the Fountainbleau Hotel in Miami Beach.  There were folks there in the scrap industry from all over the country.  The attendees included a couple who owned a scrap business in Galesburg, Ill, who had brought their daughter along with them to the convention.  Somehow, during the opening cocktail party, a gentleman that knew both Roger and the family from Galesburg, managed to introduce Roger to the daughter.   Bingo! Roger was smitten.  He asked the daughter if she would like to join him and some friends for dinner, whereupon the daughter turned and asked her mother if it was OK.  Mom replied that it was.  Roger and the daughter met up with two other couples, and they had dinner together.  During dinner, the daughter noticed that Roger was continuously looking at her and smiling.  The daughter inquired, “Why do you keep looking at me?” Roger replied “It makes me happy to look at you.”  After dinner he asked “Would you like to dance?”

Over the next two days Roger skipped the conference meetings and he and the daughter spent a lot of time together on the beach and by the pool talking, mostly about their families and the experiences of their childhood, both having grown up in small towns.  On day four Roger had to go back to Goldsboro but called the daughter from the Miami airport.  This was the beginning of a “telephone romance.”  The daughter and her family returned to Illinois.  Roger and the daughter talked on the phone every evening after that.  Soon Roger got on a plane and went to Galesburg.  Next thing you know, the daughter flew down to Goldsboro to meet Roger’s family.   It was “love at first sight,” a whirlwind romance and they were soon married.  And, of course, as you all have known all along, the daughter was Deane.  The newlyweds took up residence in Goldsboro as Roger was working with his brother-in-law in the scrap metal business there.

This was soon to change, however.  Roger was offered a job as manager of Addelstone Iron and Metal Co. in Sumter.  Roger and Deane moved to Sumter and rented the Addelstone’s house on Frank Clark Street as the Addelstones had moved to Charleston to run a business there.   Roger soon joined the Sumter Rotary Club and then began a term on the board of The Sumter Chamber of Commerce.  Roger and Deane loved Sumter and made many friends and became involved in many community activities and organizations.  Before long, Roger and Deane had built and moved to their own home on Snowden Street.   When Mr. Addelstone sold his business in Sumter to Steelmart, a national corporation, Roger decided to go into business for himself and opened Ackerman Metals. 

Roger and Deane became very involved in the arts community in Sumter.  Deane was a gifted artist, initially working as a  sculptor.  She did sculptured busts of many young Sumterites.  She later worked with stained glass, ball point pen, graphite and colored pencils.  Deane was also involved in the Sumter Little Theatre.  Roger made his “performance début” when he won the lead in The Sumter Little Theatre’s production of the “Music Man.”  During the rehearsals for the musical, it came to be known by the cast that Roger not only knew his lines, but knew almost all of the lines of the entire cast for the entire show.  The production was sold out every night and actually was carried over into extra performances.  To many folks in Sumter, Roger came to be known and remembered as the “Music Man.” 

Ackerman Metals in Sumter was doing well.  Roger then decided to expand and bought two other recycling businesses, Orangeburg Metal in Orangeburg SC, and McCabe’s Scrap Iron Co., which belonged to Deane’s family in Galesburg, Ill.  Deane’s father had expressed his wish to retire and Roger made that possible by purchasing the business.  Roger hired a high school classmate of Deane’s to manage the company.  Roger and Deane made frequent trips to Galesburg to check on the business there and to spend time with Deane’s parents and friends.

Shortly after Roger’s performance in the Music Man, he was elected President of the Sumter Rotary Club.   Because of his exemplary practice of “service above self”, which is the Rotary motto, he was soon named Sumter Rotarian of the Year and Rotary District 7770 Rotarian of the Year.  District 7770 includes the southern half of our state.  Roger and Deane’s commitment to the arts continued with Roger serving on the planning committee for the establishment of Patriot Hall, and serving on the board of the Sumter Little Theatre.  The YMCA recognized Roger as “Humanitarian of the Year”

It was about this time that Deane’s mom began to show signs of cognitive decline, and as she grew older, the full blown crippling effects of Alzheimer’s became apparent.  Roger and Deane continued making trips to Galesburg to check on the business and to help Deane’s mom.  It was devastating to both Roger and Deane to witness her mom’s dementia.  Roger saw first hand the sadness and suffering that Alzheimer’s caused, not only for the individual afflicted with the disease, but also for the family members and caregivers dealing with the illness.  He resolved to “do something about it.”  Roger knew that medical research was the key to finding the cause and possible cure.  He set out to find a way to provide funding for Alzheimer’s research.  He discussed his thoughts with the board of the Sumter Rotary Club and was certain that Rotarians could make a difference by emptying their pockets of change at each meeting which could produce significant funds to support Alzheimer’s research.  In October of 1995 the project began in the Sumter Rotary Club.   The response of the Sumter Club was overwhelmingly positive.  Coins for Alzheimer’s Research Trust, The CART Fund, was the name given the project.  CART was introduced at the next Rotary District conference and was a hit.  During the next year, Roger and members of the Sumter Rotary made presentations to Rotary Clubs across the Rotary District and the CART fund took off.  One of the key points of CART was Roger’s idea that 100% of contributions go to research.  All expenses are paid from interest earned on investments.  

One of the primary goals of CART is to provide “seed money for cutting edge research.”  The CART fund has been awarded the Angel Award by the State of SC for good stewardship of charitable resources.  The CART Fund is now in Rotary Clubs throughout the eastern United States.  Since its’ inception, CART has awarded over $13 million in grants to research hospitals and universities across the country.  This June, at the CART annual board meeting, we will celebrate CART’s 30th anniversary and we will award an additional $2 million in research grants to six Alzheimer’s research scientists.  Deane’s mother’s Alzheimer’s was the catalyst for the creation of the CART Fund and Roger’s vision made it a reality.

About the time the CART fund was taking off, Roger sold, one by one, all of his businesses, McCabe’s in Illinois, Ackerman Metals here in Sumter and Orangeburg Metals.

Retirement allowed Roger to focus on the CART fund and for he and Deane to travel more.  Roger and Deane loved to travel.  This love for travel really grew when they attended the Rotary International Convention in Tokyo, Japan.  As the years went by, they enjoyed numerous trips all over the world.  Their travels included Spain, Greece, France, Italy, Israel, Egypt, India, Argentina, Australia, New Zealand, Tahiti, Bora Bora, Korea, Thailand, China, and Nepal.  Roger and Deane were such social people and they enjoyed making new friends as they traveled.  They also loved to spend time at their house at Hilton Head and were huge fans of Spoleto, often spending several weeks in Charleston during the festival, taking in as many of the events as possible.

Retirement also allowed Roger’s commitment to community to grow.  He was instrumental in the creation of the new home for the Sumter Gallery of Art and served on the board of Covenant Place.  Roger served as president of the congregation of Temple Sinai and chairman of the Jewish cemetery committee.  As the Jewish community in Sumter continued to dwindle so did the congregation at the Temple.  It was Roger’s vision and leadership that insured the future of the Temple and helped preserve its’ rich history.  Initially an agreement was reached with the Charleston Jewish Federation to provide for the preservation of the Temple.  Ultimately, Roger, along with Jay Schwartz, Ray Reich, Annie Rivers, and Frank Edwards, were able to establish an affiliation with the Sumter County Museum.  This new relationship led to the Temple evolving into the Temple Sinai Jewish History Center and the creation of the Holocaust Exhibit in what was originally the fellowship hall of the Temple.  It is well worth a visit.

As Roger’s community service continued so did the recognition of his contributions.  Roger was named District 7770 Rotarian of the year a second time, and also received the Rotary International Service Above Self Award, a world-wide award, being the highest honor given to an individual Rotarian.  He also received the Order of the Palmetto, the highest civilian honor awarded to a citizen of our State.

Roger and Deane were a “family-oriented” couple.  They both grew up in close knit loving families that instilled in them the same values they exhibited within their own family here in Sumter.  Roger excelled in business and in community service but his greatest joy came to him through his family.  Roger and Deane had three children, Matthew, Polly, and Angela, who were the light of Roger’s life.  Whether it was helping with homework, attending dance recitals, performances at the Little Theatre, or camping out with the “Indian Guides”, Roger was always there for his kids.

Their most special family time was spent at the beach.  Roger’s parents overcame the hardships of the depression as Roger’s Five and Dime in Wallace, NC gradually became a success.  So much so that Roger’s parents bought a beach house at Wrightsville Beach, NC.  The house was an old fashioned classic beach house that would hold lots of family.  During the summer months, Roger, Deane, the kids, and their extended family were at the beach every weekend making family memories to last a lifetime.  Roger was a family man.  As Roger once wrote “I have such a wonderful family and I feel so loved and cared for. I love spending time with them.”

So what is Roger’s Legacy?  Roger was many things to many people.  Husband, father, friend, mentor, patron of the arts, philanthropist, business man, a Rotarian, a Fortnighter, a clerk in a Five and Dime, a music man, a visionary, a planner, and a Tar Heel. He was an open, loving, strong, and happy man.

The CART Fund, The Temple Sinai Jewish History Center, The Little Theatre, the Art Gallery, these certainly are part of that legacy.  The INSPIRE! Festival was created to help us remember Roger and to support those things that were dear to him and important to our community and our world.   Roger Ackerman was a unique individual.  He was a special guy and yet he was as plain as an old shoe to everyone who knew him.  He didn’t know a stranger and he treated everyone in a sincere and genuine way as if they were an old and trusted friend.  It was an honor, a privilege, and a blessing to have been his friend.  He was indeed a friend, a mentor, and an inspiration.


Thursday, June 23, 2022

 

 A Love Story from the Greatest Generation

or

Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me

 

Everyone’s connected to a family. We’re just born into them, or adopted by them, without much say so regarding the circumstances. “You can pick your friends but not your relatives.” We’ve all heard that one.  We don’t have much input in the selection of our family and relatives.

The way family groups are made up can be as different as the individuals in them. There are, and always have been, all kinds of configurations of adults and children living together. The most important thing about families, however, is not their structure but their purpose. The primary reason families exist is to provide for the needs and well being of those in the group. Providing love and nurture, good health and positive growth, giving emotional and spiritual support for the members of the group, particularly the children, are the reason humans live in families.

As we said, families are different, but they all have some things in common. One thing common to all families, no matter what the structure, is the enormous influence they have on who we are and how children develop into adults. Who one becomes as an adult is in large part under the influence of the family members, adults and siblings he or she grows up with. “The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree”… “Your daddy won’t be dead until you are”… “You’re the spittin’ image of your daddy”…these old sayings are used to describe our resemblance in both appearance and behavior to our parents.

Our physical characteristics, of course, are a result of the genes we inherit from our parents. Both the genes we inherit from our parents and the experiences we have when we are young, however, determine our behavior and personality characteristics. It’s the old nature vs. nurture controversy. Which has the biggest influence on our attitudes and behavior, the genes we inherit or the environment in which we grew up? No matter which side of the aisle you line up on, the family is right in the middle because in most cases it’s responsible for both the characteristics you inherit and those you learn. We are products of the genes we inherit from our parents, and the experiences we have with our parents and our siblings as we are growing up.

That is why it is so important for parents to provide experiences for their children that will broaden their minds. These experiences don’t have to be expensive vacations but simple and inexpensive activities right here at home. The first and most important activity is to talk to and with your child at every opportunity. Take them with you whenever possible and interact with them constantly, particularly in their first three years of life. Take them to the park, the library, the grocery store, church, wherever you can, talking constantly with them about the things they are seeing around them. Play with them using their toys or whatever is available to encourage interaction. And, of course, read to them and with them at every opportunity.

You inherited red hair from your mother, your musical ability from your father. You learned to love the outdoors because your dad took you hunting as a child, and you love animals because your mom always had a soft spot in her heart for strays and took them in as part of the family. These are examples of the influences of nature and nurture. We can’t control the genes our children inherit but we can do something about the things they learn, through the experiences we provide them.
 

Tonight I am going to share a little with you about my family, southern working folk.  I thank you for indulging me for I wrote this as much for my family as I did for you.   My mother, Daisy Elizabeth Newman Hilton, Lib to her friends, grew up in Sumter.  Her parents were Selma Steele Newman and Van Telberg Newman.  Selma grew up in Olanta and Van in Sumter.  Unfortunately, I know very little about the upbringing or the family histories of my maternal grandparents except neither came from families of means or much formal education. 

Lib attended the public schools in Sumter and was an excellent student, according to her younger brother, Van Newman Jr.  Van hated having the same teachers Lib had, as the teachers always told him what a wonderful student his older sister was.  Lib graduated from Sumter High in 1942.  The family didn’t have the funds to send her to college.  However, she earned a scholarship to attend Meredith, a women’s college in Raleigh, NC, where an older cousin was already a student.  

My father, John Bingley Hilton, J.B. as he was called, grew up in rural Berkeley County.  His parents were Gussie Welch Hilton and Paul Tillman Hilton, both from Berkeley County.  My paternal grandparents and great-grand parents operated a small farm in Berkeley County.  They also operated a meat market in Charleston, selling beef, pork, and poultry from livestock they raised on the farm, then butchered and took to Charleston to be sold at the market.  As a youngster, J.B. worked on the farm and at the meat market in Charleston.  He attended Cross High School, in Cross, SC, graduating in 1941.  While he was a student in high school he began working part time with the Atlantic Coastline Railroad, in Holly Hill, SC, initially as a laborer, loading cotton bales onto flatcars.  While still in high school, he learned the Morse Code and landed a job as a part time clerk and telegraph operator in the railroad depot in Holly Hill.  Upon graduation from high school he went to work full time with the railroad.  So how did this working class small town girl and a poor farm boy from the sticks get together?   That will be, not the rest, but the next part of the story. 

J.B. had been working as a clerk in Holly Hill for just a short while when the railroad transferred him to, of all places, Sumter, SC, to work as a clerk in the freight depot. And wonder of wonders, within a few days he met a man that also worked in the depot named Van Newman. Mr. Newman went home and told his wife Selma about this hardworking, smart, handsome, young man that was driving a brand new 1941 Ford. Selma thought it would be a good idea to introduce their daughter, Elizabeth, who was a senior in high school, to this young fellow. Before you know it, Selma shows up at the depot just about quitting time, with Lib in the car. She honks the horn, as was her custom. Van comes out, but Selma sends him back inside to get that young fellow to meet Lib. I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but something clicked for it soon became a true love story.

In those days there were only eleven grades in high school. Lib was 17 when she and J.B. met. As previously mentioned, after graduation Lib went off to Meredith in Raleigh. During Lib’s freshman year at college, J.B.’s work with the railroad sent him for short stints to several other towns including Florence and Cheraw.  The two kids were smitten very badly, however, and a long distance romance was really not what they wanted.

The backdrop for this love story, of course, was World War II. The United States entered the war as J.B. and Lib were courting. Lib decided that she couldn’t stand being away from J.B. so she didn’t return to Raleigh after her freshman year.  It’s not the first time a kid came home from school because they were in love.  There was talk of marriage.

Before the wedding bells could chime, however, Uncle Sam called J.B. into the service of his country. He entered the army in the fall of 1943.  When he was being processed into the Army it was discovered that on his birth certificate he was named with only the initials J.B.  The good men in the U.S. Army informed him he would need a name as just initials wouldn’t do.  So he came up with John, probably from the Bible, and Bingley, which was the first name of his maternal grandfather, Bingley Welch. So he was christened John Bingley by the U.S. Army. After his christening, he was assigned to the 747 Operating Railway Battalion in the Transportation Corp as a telegraph operator because of his previous work experience with the railroad.   He was promptly sent to Clovis, New Mexico, for training.

The two kids were really love sick now.  As you may recall from watching old movies set during WWII, getting married before the guy goes off to war was the thing to do.   Their plan called for Lib to come out to New Mexico where they would be married. In early February of 1944, however, J.B. sent a telegram to Lib saying, “Plans have changed. STOP. Do nothing till you hear from me. STOP Love, J.B.” Lib thought he was being shipped out overseas. She was beside herself, upset and worried. Two days later, there was a knock at the front door, and there stood J.B. They were married Sunday, February 6th at Selma and Van’s house at 111 East Charlotte Avenue, in Sumter.

They went to Orangeburg, S.C., on their honeymoon. Taking a walk on Sunday evening around “downtown” Orangeburg they came upon a church where a service was being held. They heard the congregation singing as they came up the street. The hymn drew them inside. They both loved music and they both loved being in church.

J.B. went back to New Mexico and Lib soon followed. They rented a little room in a boarding house. The place was full of other couples like themselves, guys in the army whose wives had come out to spend some time with them before they were shipped out to the war.

In late May all the men were restricted to base. The rumor, of course, was that the invasion was coming soon.  Around 1 a.m. on the morning of June 6, Lib was awakened by sirens sounding on the base. She sat straight up in the bed and knew the invasion of France had begun. It was D-Day. First thing that morning Lib went to the base, where all the men were preparing to board a troop train, headed for the east coast and then on to Europe. She found J.B. and they said their goodbyes. She walked back to the room, crying all the way.

Once at the room she realized she had to go back to the base before the train left, as she might never see J.B. again. Finding a girl at the boarding house who had a car, she caught a ride back to the base. By this time the men were already on the train. Lib just happened to come up at the end of the train. Asking for Head Quarter’s Company, she was directed forward. At each car, with men hanging from the doors of the boxcars, she would yell out, "Where is Head Quarter’s Company?" Each time she was directed forward. She was worried that the train might pull off before she found her sweetheart. She broke into a trot, shouting her inquiry as she moved forward. Did she find him?

As you might expect, Head Quarter’s Company was at the very front of the train. Just moments before the train moved out…… there he was.   A few more kisses, another goodbye and he was gone.


Gone to Belgium, France, and Germany. Places with names like Koblenz, and Remagen. Not usually on the front, he did have to pick up his carbine to experience some combat action in the Battle of the Bulge, however, when the Germans launched their last counter offensive of the war. While J.B. was overseas, he and Lib wrote letters to each other often.  We have 84 letters that J.B. wrote to Lib that she saved. These letters are truly a treasure of our family. 

Thankfully J.B. came home unharmed, to spend the rest of his life with his beloved Lib. It was the railroad that brought them together. Their ride on the rails lasted a lifetime.  Now it’s time for the rest of the story.

After the war J.B. returned home to go back to work with the ACL Railroad.  Lib got a job as a bookkeeper at Carolina Hardware.  They borrowed some money and bought 12 acres of land on the Wedgefield Road, a couple miles out past the Second Mill Pond which in those days was “out in the country”.  There they built a little four room house.  Pretty soon there was also a chicken house, and a little barn, and a pen with a few pigs, and a fenced in field with a couple of cows grazing. 

In 1949 I came along, and in ’51, my sister Tricia joined the group and the farm family was complete.  As the years moved along, Mom and Dad continued to buy additional parcels of land increasing the size of the farm.  Corn, soybeans, cattle, and pork were the primary cash crops.  Peanuts, hay, pecans, and blueberries were also part of the mix.  For twenty-five years Dad worked both with the railroad and on the farm before deciding to focus on farming and engaging in other entrepreneurial activities.   

In 1966 Mom and Dad bought Blums, a ladies clothing store on Main Street upon the tragic death of Mrs. Blum in an auto accident.  Mom had left Carolina Hardware a few years earlier.  They renamed the store Lib’s and relocated to Guignard Drive, in a triplex, next to my grandparents’ flower shop, Newman’s Flowers, and Mary Boyle Interiors, in the same spot as the Dollar General is now, next door to Guignard Diner.  Mom and Dad had worked hard and had been very frugal over the years, saving and investing to slowly but significantly grow what was initially a very small nest egg. 

Working hard, saving and investing, they never lost sight, however, of the things that were really the most important to them: their family and their faith.  Tricia and I were the center of their universe. We were a tight unit that worked, played, and worshiped together. We all worked on the farm, helping with the chores, feeding the animals, milking the cows, driving the tractor, and baling hay, doing whatever it took.  The stories my sister and I can tell.  It’s a great life growing up on a working family farm.  The two operative words in that last sentence are “working” and “family”. Our extended family was important as well.  We were always interacting with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. 

The Grace Baptist Church was at the center of our family’s social life.  Mom’s family were members there when she met dad.  He grew up in a Baptist church in rural Berkley County so it was a good fit.  Mom, a gifted pianist, played for church services at Grace beginning as a teenager and continued to do so all her life.

Their real love and most significant contribution to life at Grace was their work with young people.  They led a Sunday School class for 5th and 6th grades for over fifty years.  Mom played the piano and Dad led the singing.  Mom arranged a medley of songs, primarily the choruses, which came to be known as the “Hash Choruses”, which they taught to all the kids that came through their class.  In addition, the “B-I-B-L-E” song was a standard as well.  One of Dad’s goals was for all the kids to memorize the books of the Bible in order. He adopted a policy of giving each kid $5 when they could stand in front of the group and recite the books in order.  I spoke with someone just the other day who as a kid had come through their class, and then their child had also come through, which resulted in both parent and child memorizing the books of the Bible.

In addition to leading the Sunday School class, they had countless hayrides, hot dog roasts, bonfires, parties, and celebrations at our house and farm on the Wedgefield Road.  The attendees were the kids, their parents, and the many other good folks from Grace Church. In 1962, Mom and Dad built a new house on the property just up from the original little house, complete with a pool.  Mom called this new spot “Heaven on a Hill”. Now the church parties also included swimming during the summer.

Music and dance played an important role in the life of our family.  Mom and Dad both loved music and loved to dance.  As previously mentioned, Mom was a gifted pianist.  Both Mom and Dad were very good singers.  As a kid, mom loved Shirley Temple, and adored Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. When my sister and I were very young we started performing at church, just singing of course, you wouldn’t dare dance in a Baptist Church.  But there were dance lessons at Betty Freeds’.  We were the Fred and Ginger of the dance studio, singing and dancing at all the recitals.  Mom and Dad loved it!  When I decided in the sixth grade that tap dancing wasn’t cool, it nearly broke Mom’s heart. 

As my sister and I grew to be teen-agers, Mom and Dad really became involved with our friends in a loving and supportive way.  Our friends were at our house a lot, at the pool swimming, in the basement shooting pool or just hanging out. The band I played music with in high school held all our rehearsals in the basement as well.  One of my buddies was kicked out of his house by his dad and, of course, he moved in with us for a while. 

In my last Fortnightly paper, entitled “Our Gang”, you may recall that I wrote about the high school social clubs of Sumter during the 50’s, 60’s, and early 70’s.  My senior year in high school the Esquires decided to contract with Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs for our Christmas dance to raise money to support our “activities” for that school year.  Mom and Dad decided to underwrite the event for us, putting up the deposit money for the band.  For a couple of “T-Totalers” they were very supportive of and involved with a bunch of wild and crazy high school boys.

My freshman year in college at USC, I joined The Footnotes.  Of course, we held rehearsals in the basement at their house as well.  When the band really started traveling and we needed a van, Mom and Dad stepped up and bought us a van which we “leased” from them.  I’m sure they lost money on the deal but they just loved helping us and being a part of the whole music scene. 

On and on went the list of their involvement and support of my sister and me and all our friends; chaperoning  house parties at the beach for my sister, taking all our friends to the lake house, water skiing, countless hunting and fishing adventures in the swamp, swimming parties, ……..

As time went by, Tricia and I grew up and started families of our own as Mom and Dad moved toward retirement age.  They never really retired, however, they just changed the kind of activities they did each day.  When the grandchildren came along they became the center of Mom and Dad’s universe, just as my sister and I had been earlier.  Incidentally, when the grandchildren came along there were name changes as well.  Mom and Dad became Nana and Papa.  They started all over again with dance recitals, hunting and fishing in the swamp, taking kids out on the farm, and trips to the beach.  The activities with the grandkids were as numerous or even more so than with my sister and I. Likewise, they got to know and interacted with the friends of the grandchildren, just as they had come to know mine and Tricia’s friends.  (See Addendum)

Eventually, Nana and Papa sold the dress shop and sold all the hogs and cows, too. They cut back on the farming and started planting pine trees on land that had previously been “row cropped”, replacing corn and soybeans with longleaf.  They joined a couple of square dance groups.  Dad became very involved as a leader with the Lions Club.  They became active as leaders of the XYZ club at Grace Church. 

The most exciting activity they added to their menu as they grew older was travel.  They began taking trips here and there.  They went on several bus trips sponsored by various organizations.  Next thing you know Papa and Nana started their own travel business, “Hilton Tours.”   They would work out an itinerary and then invite some friends to come along.  It was a huge success.  They lead dozens of tours and cruises. People would stop and tell me all the time what a great time they had on their trip to such and such a place with Nana and Papa.  They traveled with their friends all over the lower 48, north to Alaska, and then on to St. Petersburg, Russia.

All families develop traditions and Mom and Dad saw that we had them, too.  The most memorable one is our Christmas Eve celebration.  When my sister and I were “just up off the floor,” Mom and Dad started inviting folks over to our house on Christmas Eve.  Initially it would be our neighbors, of whom there were actually very few in those days, because we lived in the country.  Mom would serve some fruit cake, a little ham and other treats, and punch.  After a little small talk over the refreshments we would gather ‘round the spinet, with Mom playing and we would sing Christmas Carols. 

As the years flowed by, this event continued seamlessly. The attendees varied and evolved over the years; family and friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, grandchildren, and great grandchildren but the format remained the same.  We haven’t missed a Christmas Eve in 65 years.  When Christmas Eve is approaching I’m asked all the time, either by former attendees or those who know of Nana and Papa’s tradition, “Ya’ll having ‘the sing’ again this year?”  It’s an example of how we all yearn for the closeness of family and loved ones and for things that endure.  It’s that closeness and love that sustain us over time, through the good and the bad, the joy and the tears. 

Lib and J.B., Mom and Dad, Nana and Papa, whatever you want to call them, they were in love with each other their entire lives.  It was truly a love affair that lasted a lifetime.  When South Carolina came out with custom car license plates, Papa jumped on it, getting one for Nana that read, “MIBRIDE.” 

You know, Selma and Van, and Gussie and Paul did a pretty good job with the nature and the nurture they instilled and passed on to Lib and J.B..  Proverbs 22:6 says “Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.”  Lib and J.B. did not depart from the training given to them by their parents when they were children.  They remained true to the values they were taught, that family and faith go hand-in-hand and are really what matter the most.  Being a parent is a miraculous blessing and an awesome responsibility.  My sister and I, our children, families, our friends, and all who knew them were truly blessed to have been touched by these two that lived and inspired “A Love Story From the Greatest Generation”. 

 

 Addendum: Remembrances from Grandchildren

Tracy Spigner:

Going fishing with Papa in the swamp...eating sardines and coming home to clean the fish with a spoon in his yard. Eating fried fish and grits for dinner. 

“Play cooking” on my play kitchen at Nana and Papas house...I always cooked butter beans and rice and they would always pretend to eat it all up.  

Going camping at Pirate Land at Myrtle Beach in the camper. They always let me bring a friend. We would ride bikes and they would take us to the flea market. Papa would cook us pancakes every morning on the skillet outside the camper on the picnic table.  

Nana and Papa were my Sunday School teachers in 5th grade. They taught me the books of the Bible song and the Hash Chorus.  

They would take me on Hilton Tours with them too. I went to the Grand Canyon with Hilton Tours and to Washington DC.  

Growing up my mom and I lived next door to Nana and Papa in the little house. When I would get in trouble with my mom I would take off out the back door and run through the pecan orchard to Nana and Papa’s house  

Papa would always introduce me as “the apple of my eye with whom I am well pleased”  

I loved how Papa called everyone Friend...in stores or passing on the street it was always “Hello Friend”. 

I loved how he called Nana “My Bride” 

My favorite part of Papa was his hands...they were rough, big and strong...his fingers were crooked and had scars from being hurt. They were working hands! I loved to hold his hand. His hands made you feel protected and safe. You knew with his hands there you would be taken care of and he taught me that many hands make light work. 

My favorite part of Nana was her giving spirit. Nana would do anything to make others happy! She would cook your favorite meal, watch your favorite movie, play dolls with you, swim with you, let you have friends over, let you spend the night....she was always saying yes to others...trying to make others happy! Growing up I remember Nana was always smiling...unless the cows were out...Nana loved her family and wanted everyone happy! She would always sing “You are my Sunshine” to me! Nana was definitely my sunshine

 

Margaret Hilton:

I remember them both singing a lot. I remember singing on Christmas Eve together, Nana proudly playing the piano and giggling along to papa's jokes. Songs were also made up on the spot all year long- silly songs, sweet songs, nonsense songs... Singing was a way of communicating, lightening the load and bringing people closer. 

I remember walking into the house and smelling salmon patties frying in the kitchen. 

I remember Papa sitting in his chair and when I was tiny, him asking me to come and sit on his lap.  

I remember nana's roses- both their beauty and their sweet smell.  

I remember the passion they shared between each other, their romance lasted to the end and beyond that too.

 

John Hilton:

When I think of nana and papa I am overwhelmed with feelings of comfort, acceptance and love. Below are a few specific memories and lessons learned from each of them. 

When I think of papa I have so many wonderful memories. Hunting, fishing, working, playing softball right before dark on summer nights, swimming in the pool, and Jesus. 

Papa taught me how to look for business opportunity, which is the essence and spirit of my career. We cut and sold firewood together; cut, tagged and sold mistletoe; I watched and learned how he made a living drilling wells, cutting hay, selling blueberries and pecans, buying land, and trying to never say no to a chance to use the knowledge and equipment he had to make a dollar. 

He taught me how to love and appreciate Mother Nature and the great outdoors as he called it, which has grown into the essence and spirit of my earthly soul. We hunted quail, doves, ducks, deer, turkey, squirrels, and any other critter that might cause harm to one of those beloved game species. He would pick me up from school to take me fishing in the swamp, packing a cooler of snacks and drinks extra full just for me. He taught me of the special respect man should have of the land we tread on.  

Papa was the first person I ever experienced talking to about Jesus as if he was standing right there with us. I bet he had a similar experience as Oswald Chambers predicted for himself, that when he died it would take him a while to realize because he walked so closely with the Lord he wouldn’t even notice he had moved to the other side. 

Papa was a law abiding, honest, Christian man and he pretty well did what he pleased. I learned that life is full of restrictions and reservations but man was put here to rule the world, and a man should do as he pleases while he’s here. He was very good at figuring out how to negotiate through rules and regulations in pursuit of his goal. 

He never met a stranger, never said no to some poor soul in need of help and he made me feel that he loved me unconditionally. By the time he died, he was my best friend. 

When I think of Nana my first memory is how much she loved papa. They had a true fire romance. I can still vividly see her sitting in his lap holding hands and kissing. They were very affectionate and I’m glad I got to see them do this and love each other in this way. She was devoted to him and served him. That is not to say that she didn’t stand up to him and put her foot down when she strongly disagreed, because she did. I learned how two people could fight and make up and still love with passion. That is a special lesson. 

Nana was an excellent cook. Most of my other memories of Nana involve delicious food. Cube steak with gravy; pancakes and bacon with the best blueberry syrup still to this day I’ve ever tasted; salmon patties and grits; and real sweet tea. She would fry extra bacon, wrap it in tinfoil and give to me for a mid morning snack while out working with pop.

If I wasn’t feeling well at school, or I wasn’t feeling well about school, a trip to the nurse’s office and a call to Nana would have me on her couch watching TV with toast loaded down with melted butter. In my mind I can see her walking across the room bringing it to me like it was yesterday. 

She was a leader in her home, with her family, with her church, with the community and also with Jesus. 

I miss them both so much. I am lucky to have had them for as long as I did.