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Basketball dream teams

 

This year's NCAA tournament has had its share of Cinderella teams. For many in the Triangle, our favorite Cinderella story is the 1983 NC State team.
 
Here's how The N&O described the excitement following the Pack's "heart-stopping 54-52 win over Houston and the NCAA basketball championship."
 
Wolfpack fans responded in loud and familiar style.
 
Within minutes, more than 10,000 fans packed the Brickyard on campus to overflowing, where a giant bonfire burned. A crowd estimated at 15,000 stopped traffic on Hillsborough Street.
 
[...]
 
Traffic was heavy but still moving on Hillsborough Street until about 11:20 p.m.
 
Police couldn't restrain the fans any longer as a sudden surge of people blocked the street. Officer reacted in a low-key manner as they tied to keep traffic moving.
 
Capt. F.C. Gregory conceded the street at 11:30. "Yeah, it's theirs," he said.
 
[...]
 
Officers doused a bonfire as it was being lit on the street, but aside from angry chants the crowd didn't contest it. Other bonfires burned off the street, and many people were carrying couches as they made their way to them.
 
[...]
 
At the Brickyard, an old Plymouth that had been hauled into the area was turned upside down and torn apart by fans. 
 
Cars were backed up on Hillsborough more than a mile, past the Capitol. Traffic was heavy but moving sluggishly on all major streets leading to campus.
 
Fans of every description -- young and middle-aged, families and students -- turned out to celebrate. 
 
[...]
 
"This is the greatest thing that's happened to Raleigh in 10 years," said Elizabeth De Angelis, who brought her two children to Hillsborough Street.
 
NCSU sophomore Howard Freeman said the Pack's spectacular finish reminded him of Superman. "I don't even know who dunked it (the last shot), but I saw it go in and it's the kind of thing you see in DC comics." -- The News & Observer 4/5/1983
 
A few years earlier, another unlikely North Carolina team had made it all the way to the final four. That 1977 UNC-Charlotte team was led by Kinston's Cedric "Cornbread" Maxwell. Maxwell went on to play for the Boston Celtics. His #33 UNCC jersey was retired in 1977, and his #31 Celtics jersey was retired in 2003. 
 
Maxwell's 6'8" frame stood out wherever he went, but especially when he paid return visits to his hometown schools.
 
The visitor was obviously not your ordinary speaker, and although the youngster didn't know exactly who the fellow was, he ventured a pretty good ballpark guess.
 
"Hey, do you play basketball?" he shouted at the towering figure striding just ahead of an excited, milling crowd of students at Rochelle Junior High.
 
Cedric Maxwell, busily signing autographs, did not hear the boy's question, but another student close by reprimanded the youth with a stern, "Man, that's Cornbread!"
 
You see, in Kinston, Cornbread and basketball mean just about the same thing. -- The News & Observer 6/18/1981 (AP)
 
Cedric "Cornbread" Maxwell visits to his hometown to speak with school children. Photo courtesy East Carolina University Joyner Library. 

When Trouble came to the museum

 

As the N.C. Museum of Natural Science's new Nature Research Center prepares for its grand opening, including an exhibit of Stumpy the whale, we look back at an earlier museum whale, appropriately nicknamed Trouble. In 1965, The Raleigh Times recalled Trouble's history. 
 
On an April morning in 1928, M. M. Riley Jr., an agent of the Clyde Line Steamship Co. and a year-round resident of the town of Wrightsville Beach, arose at an early hour and prepared for his daily before-breakfast walk along the shell-littered seashore of the island.
 
Stepping into the bright sunshine flooding his front porch, he stopped and gasped in amazement. Lying at the edge of the surf and practically in his front yard, was an enormous form not there the night before. Gathering his wits, he aroused his family, then hurried to the strand to see what manner of fish, animal or mammal the waves had cast ashore.
 
Upon closer inspection, Riley found the form to be a large sperm whale measuring 54 feet, 2 inches in length and 33 feet in girth.
 
The whale's massive tail was 14 feet wide and the lower jaw, 10 feet long, contained 46 teeth which fitted into sockets in its toothless upper jaw. Its estimated weight was 50 tons -- the largest sperm whale ever found in local waters.
 
Old records reveal that in 1733, whales along the Outer Banks were quite plentiful, and the seafaring folk made a good living from the sale of whale oil. These North Carolina whalers, however, worked themselves out of a job. The last whale killed was off the coast of Carteret County on April 3, 1898.
 
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The people of Wilmington, nine miles from Wrightsville Beach, were the first to hear the news of the deep water giant. In a few hours, on the newly constructed causeway to Harbor Island, the cars were bumper to bumper. The electric railway of the Tide Water Power Co. was also doing a rush business, hauling passengers to the beach to view the mammal.
 
The private lawn, the flower garden, and even the front porch of the cottage of Mrs. Riley, on the northern end of the island, became "public property" as strangers tramped back and forth across her yard. All her pleas and her demands to disperse were ignored as the crowd milled about, seeking a better position from which to view the mammal. It was later estimated that at least 50,000 people from a half dozen stated visited the site.
 
The beach authorities had, in the meantime, offered the carcass of the whale to the State Museum of Natural History and Resources in Raleigh. They were advised the institution would accept the mammal, providing it was removed to Topsail Beach, 15 miles north of Wrightsville, an island which at that time was uninhabited.
 
By April 11, the crowds around the whale had thinned considerably, primarily because the carcass had been exposed to a broiling sun for six days. Dr. John H. Hamilton, the county health officer, threatened to "throw the book" at the Wrightsville Beach officials "if something isn't done immediately."
 
The Stone Towing Co., of Wilmington had secured the contract to remove the whale from the beach and a heavy tow line had been placed around the carcass. To lighten the load, museum officials had the long lower jaw removed and carried to a place of safety. Heavy seas, however, prevented the tug-boats from approaching the shore to pick up the line -- and the officials of the island continued to rant and rave.
 
Finally the seas abated and the tugs, Stone No. 6 and the "Southport," commanded by Captain C. E. Gause, of Southport, backed into the beach and latched onto the line. For an hour -- two hours -- the boats pulled and strained, from every angle, in a mighty effort to budge the creature. But, all their efforts were futile -- not an inch did it move.
 
The sucking sands held the long black form in a vise-like grip, and the tug-boats, defeated, retired from the field of operation.
 
The odor from 50 tons of putrefying blubber was, by now, overpowering, and in the Town Hall of Wrightsville Beach the cries of the officials became louder, and there was "much wailing and gnashing of teeth."
 
The largest single attraction Wrightsville Beach had ever possessed, the giant whale, had turned into a "white elephant."
 
On April 14, nine days after the leviathan came ashore, the two tugs returned to the scene, and aided by Capt. W. T. Willis of the Coast Guard Oak Island Station, the salvage crew began to tunnel beneath the carcass, after which they wrapped a heavy cable eight times around the mammal's body.
 
This accomplished, the line was attached to the tug-boats lying at anchor 1,500 feet offshore. After pulling at the immense bulk for more than an hour, the combined power of the boats finally rolled the whale from its bed of sand. From then on, each pull of the tug-boats rolled the mammal nearer the water and eventually into the sea, where it floated. Once the carcass was afloat, the rest was easy. The cable served as a tow line and the animal was hauled to Topsail Island where it was beached.
 
The staff and crew of the North Carolina State Museum then began stripping the blubber from the huge frame and thousand of screaming, mewing , circling gulls, as well as other shore birds, flocked to the feast.
 
Even in the stillness of the night, the work of cleansing the bones went on by "Mother Nature," as the shy and fragile, silver and cream ghost crabs tip-toed across the sands of Topsail Beach to dart in and out between the whitening bones of the largest species of animal that had ever lived in the sea or on earth.
 
It later developed that had it not been for H. H. Brimley, curator of the museum, and Harry T. Davis, present museum director, the rare specimen may have been lost to the State.
 
On April 14, the State Board had ordered the tug-boat captains to "tow the whale 25 miles out to sea and there set it adrift." The museum officials, however, got busy and had the orders changed to "tow the whale 20 miles up the coast and there set it adrift," which order was carried out.
 
It was at that time that the museum officials, in a gasoline launch, latched onto the huge carcass. but it was a tremendous body and the whale was soon drifting out to sea and the launch with it. But for the arrival of a Coast Guard Cutter that heeded the cries for help, the museum crew could have been in serious trouble. Even with the help of the Coast Guard cutter, it was five hours before the whale was finally grounded on a shoal at Topsail Beach.
 
In September 1928, Davis returned to Topsail Beach to determine if the buried bones of the whale had lost enough oil to permit their shipment to the State Museum. He announced at that time that it would be late fall before the mammal could be assembled for exhibition.
 
Later in the month residents of the towns through which the railroad tracks passed reported that the huge skeleton "came through on two flat cars of the train."
 
Dr. Henry Fairfield Osborne, an authority on museum exhibitions, stated that he now had a problem -- where to put the whale. "I have," he said, "only two places with space enough to place the skeleton, and neither of them are in the mammal room." He finally, however, solved the problem by suspending the 55 foot skeleton on the mezzanine floor near the exhibition of a finback whale. -- The Raleigh Times 8/7/1965
 
Trouble the whale became a symbol of the museum and later inspired the museum's logo. The New Hanover County Public Library has this great photo of just how huge Trouble was!
 
UPDATE 4/23/2012: The North Carolina State Archives has uploaded a set of wonderful photos of Trouble the Whale. Check them out here.
 

Duke hosts Civil War symposium

 

A free event at Duke University tomorrow will feature experts from Duke, UNC, NC State, and Ohio State University talking about the social, cultural, medical and military aspects of the American Civil War. Along with this symposium, Perkins Library is hosting two Civil War exhibits:
 
One of the exhibits, "I Recall the Experience Sweet and Sad: Memories of the Civil War," has an extensive online component, including digitized photos and documents relating to Walt Whitman, African American Soldiers, music, battlefield medicine and more. The other exhibit showcases Duke's rich Civil War medicine collection
 
The program starts at 8:30 a.m. with coffee and a chance to browse through the exhibits and wraps up with a wine and cheese reception starting at 6 p.m. See the full program and information about the speakers here.
 
Location: Perkins Library Gothic Room, Duke University
To be followed by a reception in the Rare Book Room, Perkins Library
Date: March 16, 2012
Time: 9:00 am to 7:00 pm
This event is free and open to the public.

Preserving African American Family History

 

As part of the African American Family Documentation Initiative, the Southern Historical Collection at UNC's Wilson Library will host an exhibit of photographs, letters, and documents from the newly acquired Lewis Family Collection. J.D. Lewis was one of the state's first African American broadcasters, starting with WRAL radio in the 1940s and moving to WRAL-TV when the station went on the air in December 1956. 
 
The Lewis Family Collection is the centerpiece of Southern Roots, Enduring Bonds: African American Families in North Carolina, which will run March 20 through July 1, 2012.
 
Exhibit Opening
With remarks by: Yvonne Lewis Holley, daughter of J.D. Lewis; Reginald F. Hildebrand, UNC professor of history and African and Afro-American studies; Joshua Davis, recent Ph.D. in history at UNC; and Geoff Hathaway, performer on “Teenage Frolic”
Tuesday, Mar. 20, 2012
5:00 p.m. Exhibit viewing, 4th floor
5:30 p.m. Program, Pleasants Family Assembly Room (main floor)
Wilson Library
 
Researching African American Family History Workshop
Saturday, Apr. 14, 2012
9:30 a.m. – 1 p.m.
Wilson Library, main floor
 
Events are free and open to the public. For information, contact:
Liza Terll
Friends of the Library
(919) 548-1203

Courageous editor continued to fight

 

In just a few weeks, the 2012 Pulitzer Prizes will be announced. In 1953, the prize for public service highlighted North Carolina and the heroism of two small-town journalists.
 
It was awarded to W. Horace Carter of the Tabor City Tribune and Willard Cole of The (Whiteville) News Reporter  "for their successful campaign against the Ku Klux Klan, waged on their own doorstep at the risk of economic loss and personal danger, culminating in the conviction of over one hundred Klansmen and an end to terrorism in their communities."
 
Carter became well known throughout the state and the journalism field, but Cole, who died in 1965, faded somewhat from memory. On Christmas Day 1961, he suffered a stroke that paralyzed his legs and left arm and affected his memory.
 
"First they thought they would just let me go ahead and kick the bucket," Cole recalled. But after an operation and three months rest he was back at his typewriter.
 
He still moves and talks slowly and deliberately. His left arm hangs by his side with only a twitch in the fingers. But his sense of drama and self confidence are still vigorous and his memory is again sharp.
 
[...]
 
Recently, he sat in the old store which serves as his office and recalled his war with the KKK as graphically as an old soldier reliving his combat service.
 
"Some people thought I was an SOB and some thought I was a pretty smart guy.
 
"Things started to get pretty hot so I carried a gun every inch of the way. It got so I backed away from anybody who got too close.
 
[...]
 
"The only thing I was really afraid of was that three or four of them would get liquored up some night and say, 'Let's go get Cole.' But nothing ever happened."
 
During the Klan's reign of terror in Columbus County, 13 persons, most of whom were white, were taken from their homes and flogged with wide leather belts.
 
The beating, Cole said, were inspired by a contorted sense of moralism the Klansmen wished to impose on the community.
 
"Integration wasn't an issue at the time," Cole recalled. "They were after the type of person who spent his money on liquor instead of on his family.
 
"If you were that kind around here you were scared to death."
 
Informants from within the ranks of the KKK finally provided police with enough information to make mass arrests. About 80 men, charged variously with kidnapping, assault and conspiracy, were convicted. Prison terms ranged up to six years.
 
They included former policemen, businessmen, farmers and two National Guard officers all led by Thomas L. Hamilton, a portly ex-grocer from Leesville, S. C. He got four years. 
 
In the next North Carolina General Assembly a law was passed, making it illegal to wear a mask or a hood in public.
 
Cole left Whiteville in 1954 and went into public relations. In 1958 he returned to newspaper work as editor of the Lumberton Post.
 
With his left hand ... useless, he [has] rigged a typewriter for one-hand use.
 
With his left hand limp in his lap, Cole uses a relaxed hunt-and -peck style with his right hand. He can raise and lower the typeface with a foot pedal and returns the carriage by grasping the release with his good hand.
 
To hold the paper running from a long roll up and out of the way, he clips on a weighted string that runs through an eye hook on the ceiling.
Cole has grappled with adversity all his life. As a child in the North Carolina mountains he almost died of pneumonia. To earn pocket money, he gathered herbs and strung tobacco sacks for 25 cents per 1,000.
 
"I grew up in a place so poor a rabbit had to carry his lunch to get across," he said. -- The News & Observer 5/10/1964
 
Horace Carter was inducted into the N.C. Journalism Hall of Fame in 1983, Cole in 1992. They were jointly honored by The News & Observer as Tar Heel of the Week in 1952. In their profile of Carter and Cole, The N&O reprinted an "anonymous" letter Cole received from nearby Nakina:
 
Every desent person is in favor of the KKK & their purpus. If the News-Reporter staff will stop acting the fool you wont have anything to worry about. But when you go & tip off everybody what can be done, then you can expect anything under the sun. So stop your yapping about the KKK. Their only out for the right things in life. We know lots of things can be done and cause the KKK to be blamed, but they aren't any use of tipping of every fool of this thing. So watch your step hereafter.
 
Sined, A frind.
 
P.S. No publistie.
 
You can read more about Horace Carter and the Klan here.

Who do you think you are? Take 2

NBC's  Who Do You Think You Are has yet another North Carolina connection this week. Tonight;s episode (8pm, NBC) finds country singer Reba McEntire researching her family tree at the North Carolina State Archives. 

 

Read more here: http://blogs.newsobserver.com/pasttimes/home#storylink=cpy

A close call

 

In the early days of the Cold War, rural North Carolina residents narrowly escaped disaster. Former N&O writer G.D. Gearino retold the story.
 
It happened early in the morning of Jan. 24, 1961. A B-52 bomber from Seymour Johnson Air Force Base in Goldsboro developed trouble shortly after refueling in midair. As the crew sought to return the craft to the base, the plane fell victim to what the Pentagon's official narrative euphemistically described as a "structural failure of the right wing [resulting] in two weapons separating from the aircraft."
 
In other words, the B-52 broke apart in the air thousands of feet above North Carolina and two nuclear bombs fell out.
 
The bombs, along with the various pieces of the plane itself, landed on farm fields near the crossroads community of Faro, a dozen miles north of Goldsboro. Three members of the eight-man crew were killed; the body of one of them was found hanging from a tree. No one on the ground was injured, but it took firefighters from 10 rural companies hours to bring the fire under control. When dawn broke, Air Force officials began searching for the bombs.
 
One was found intact and barely damaged. Its parachute -- a standard feature on the nuclear bombs of that era -- had opened, allowing the bomb to settle to earth relatively gently. Its nose was embedded in the ground, and because the parachute lines had become entangled in a tree, the bomb was hanging vertically, looking for all the world like a dud bomb from the cartoons. It posed no danger.
 
That wasn't the case with the other nuclear bomb.
 
Its parachute failed to open or was severed, and when it hit the ground -- probably traveling at maximum velocity -- the bomb buried itself in a field adjoining Big Daddy's Road, leaving a big crater as evidence of its presence.
 
The Air Force had three immediate responses to the accident: It sealed off the crash site to everyone but official personnel; it reassured news reporters that both bombs had been recovered; and it hauled equipment to the crater and began digging for a bomb that, in fact, had not been recovered at all.
 
Over the next five days, various pieces of the bomb were excavated. But after two weeks, when the digging had reached a depth of nearly 50 feet and the crater was 200 feet in diameter, the recovery faltered. The crash site adjoins the Nahunta Swamp and the water table in the area is extremely high. Despite using numerous pumps, it was difficult to keep the huge hole emptied of water. Eventually, the Air Force gave up. The recovery effort was halted on May 25, the hole was filled and the Air Force purchased an easement from the landowner so that it could control access to the site.
 
These are the undisputed details of the event. Almost everything else about it remains open to question.
 
In the early '60s, people tended to believe what the government told them. An indication of that can be found in the news coverage that followed the B-52 crash.
 
The News & Observer, for instance, had a front-page report of the event in the next day's paper. But because the Air Force had declared that both weapons were recovered and that there was no danger from radiation, interest quickly tailed off. On the second day, there was a relatively short account of interviews with the B-52's surviving crew. (The story noted that Air Force officials "would not permit questions about the nuclear weapons the plane carried.") By the third day, the news had migrated to the back page, where it got a two-paragraph mention.
 
That was it for almost two decades.
 
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In 1980, word leaked out from the Pentagon that five of the six switches on the recovered Goldsboro bomb had been tripped. Later, former Defense Secretary Robert McNamara confirmed the report during a news conference in Washington. Anti-nuclear activists subsequently declared that this was America's closest brush with disaster from an atomic bomb.
 
The Air Force acknowledged that the B-52's midair disintegration that night "caused some of the weapon components to operate as designed, as if an intended release had occurred." But, a spokesman said, two safety devices -- presumably, the sole intact arm/safe switch and the pilot's unactivated arming switch in the cockpit -- "functioned as intended."
 
Ultimately, [Chuck Hansen, the author of "U.S. Nuclear Weapons: The Secret History," as well as a contributor to the Nuclear Weapons Databook and the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists] thinks both parties are correct: The Goldsboro crash was indeed the closest we came to disaster, but even if all six arm/safe switches had been tripped, the bomb still wouldn't have ignited because it hadn't been armed by the pilot. -- The News & Observer 8/11/2002
 
In 2000, students at UNC's School of Journalism and Mass Communication produced a web project called Broken Arrow: Goldsboro, NC, The Truth Behind North Carolina's Brush with Nuclear Disaster

Honoring St. Agnes Hospital

 

As part of its Black History Month celebration, Raleigh's North Central Citizens Advisory Council will host a celebration of St. Agnes Hospital today from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. in the Martin Luther King Jr. Ballroom on the St. Augustine’s College campus. The mayor and Raleigh City Council have proclaimed February 25 St. Agnes Hospital Day.
 
You can read Thomasi McDonald's story about the hospital and its history here. It is most likely known as the hospital where boxing legend Jack Johnson died after an auto accident in Franklinton.
 

Who do you think you are?

Tonight's episode of Who Do You Think You Are (8pm, NBC) has a special North Carolina connection. Meredith College history professor Dr. Dan Fountain was consulted and worked with actor Blair Underwood to trace his lineage in a genealogical journey that includes a DNA test, a trip to Africa, and articles that reveal the hardships and unforeseen triumphs of his ancestors. Read Brooke Cain's story about Fountain and his work on the show.

The record snow of 1927

 

Last weekend's snowy flirtation with winter was no comparison to the great storm that hit North Carolina 85 years ago. Snow started during the night of March 1, 1927 and continued until it had hit record depths and crippled the city.
 
The heaviest accumulation was reported in Wilson, which saw between 30 and 40 inches of snow. Nearly 18 inches hit Raleigh. The storm spanned the state and extended as far west as Kentucky and as far south as Alabama. It was the biggest storm since the famous blizzard of 1899.
Raleigh yesterday struggled beneath the heaviest single day's snowfall in the history of the city. Twenty hours of continuous snowfall, which ceased yesterday afternoon at 3 o'clock, brought the total depth to 17.8 inches, one-tenth of an inch more than the previous record of 17.7 inches recorded February 12-13, 1899.
 
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Yesterday's record snow played havoc with traffic and business in general. The General Assembly was practically the only organization to function on all cylinders. Street car traffic was at a standstill; bus lines and taxicab companies kept their vehicles in the garages; trains in and out of Raleigh ran several hours behind schedule; city and county schools observed the day as a holiday; no session of Wake Superior or Raleigh city court were held; state departments declared a holiday, and in offices and stores throughout the city only partial forces were at work as many of the officials and employes were snowbound and unable to reach the establishments.
 
While the snowfall was but 17.8 inches, it was accompanied by a 30-mile wind which resulted in drifts on streets of the city in some instances waist high and at the corners of tall buildings in the business section of even higher proportions. Pedestrian traffic was the order as few automobilists ventured forth in their vehicles. Pedestrians found safe traveling on the slippery tracts or in the knee-deep drifts extremely difficult, and to maintain safe footings proved a feat.
 
Dispatches from all over the state described conditions in individual towns.
 
The University of North Carolina and the town of Chapel Hill are literally snowbound today. The heaviest snow of many years fell last night and this morning, burying the countryside beneath a 20-inch blanket of white and cutting off all communication with the outside world except by wire. Until a late hour this afternoon there had been no mail service of any kind. Not a bus or car has run between Chapel Hill and Durham, and train connection with the main line of the Southern at University station 13 miles away has been cut by the deep drifts. Railway authorities stated that the train to University station would make a trip late this afternoon, and people of the town may get their morning papers late tonight. Highway crews are working on the drifts that block the roads leading into town, and travel by bus and auto may be resumed tomorrow. Until then Chapel Hill is a town that stands alone.
 
Although this was a record snowfall, it was not as problematic as others in recent memory.
 
The famous snow storm of April, 1915, which started on Good Friday evening, and piled up a depth in snow of around ten inches, was by far more destructive than the present storm. The 1915 snow started falling after the ground had been soaked by a torrential rain and with the temperature high enough to cause the flakes to stick together, with disastrous results to telephone and telegraph wires, trolley lines and trees. The fall continued from Friday evening, around 8 o'clock, until Saturday afternoon.
 
The scene that greeted Raleigh citizens [that] Saturday morning was one of devastation on all sides; fallen trees and telegraph and telephone poles littered the streets, adding to the obstacles of resuming street car service; broken wires made laborious walking dangerous; and the usual Easter Sunday fashion parade as well as church programs were postponed for a week. The paralysis of the wire systems kept the city without lights and power for two or three days.
Raleigh was cut off from outside communication for an entire week, the first wire to be re-established by the Western Union being used to handle Associated Press reports and urgent commercial business. The "Old Reliable" was forced to get its news by train, receiving carbon copies of the Associated Press report at Greensboro a day late. -- The News & Observer 3/3/1927
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