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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Pages of the past... I
love doing the Pages of the Past. I like reading the “50 Years Ago,”
the best. I can really get carried away following some of the stories. One
in particular that went on for several weeks was about a “Negro” who
was buried in a collapse of some sort in Waterford. I can’t remember
what happened or why, but the entire community, black and white,
turned out and worked very hard to rescue him. People and rescue crews
came from miles around. There were pictures of the rescue workers
standing on the mounds of dirt. I think his name
was Harry, and he was rescued, alive, after maybe several days and
intensive effort -- remember back then, the equipment wasn’t available
we have now. Men and shovels were most of the effort. “Harry?”
was taken to Memphis, Tenn., to the hospital where he was recovering.
The entire Marshall County area was celebrating with his family. The
third week Harry was in the paper, on the front page again, was to
report his shocking death. He’d been walking and talking in his
hospital room, collapsed and died. The entire Marshall County area grieved with his family. All
this was brought back by a story on the front page of the “25 Years
Ago.” It was a story about a family from California, the Huffs, who
were walking across the United States, as a family lark. This was the first story and first pictures I’d ever written and taken for The South Reporter. And it was on the front page! I’d
been making comments for a bit in the office -- I’d only worked here
roughly a year or so -- about how I could write this or that story
better. Walter Webb, editor at that time, said, “Well, go ahead. Let’s see what you can do.” The
Huff family had worked out a very complicated system, where each family
member, walked every step. It involved moving the car and walking back
and forth. By the time they’d reached Holly
Springs (which seems to be a crossroads/mecca for those trekking across
the country), the Huffs had walked about 2,000 of their approximately
3,000-mile journey. And they were still having fun! Twenty-five
years ago, Walter had to develop the film in the darkroom before we
could see the pictures I’d taken. I was pleased, they turned out well.
And 25 years later, I don’t write many stories anymore. I spend a lot
of time fixing pictures off the digital camera and downloading stuff
off the Internet. Still love my job too!
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