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John Ehle Reading in Asheville, NC

Internationally acclaimed author and Asheville native, John Ehle, will read and sign books on October 10 at 2 pm. The event, sponsored by The Writers’ Workshop, will be held at the West Asheville Public Library at 942 Haywood Road. It is free and open to the public. A reception follows, hosted by Friends of West Asheville Library. Books will be available for purchase at the book-signing.

Mr. Ehle is the author of seventeen books, including Winter People; The Journey Of August King; and Trail of Tears: The Rise and Fall of the Cherokee Nation. He will read from his novel, Last One Home, first published in 1984 and recently re-issued. It is the last in a seven-book series about the settling of the Appalachian Mountains in Western North Carolina.

Ehle is a member of the North Carolina Literary Hall of Fame, and has received the North Carolina Award for Literature, the Thomas Wolfe Prize, and the Lillian Smith Award for Southern Fiction. He is a five-time winner of the Sir Walter Raleigh Award for Fiction, and has won the Mayflower Award; the Governor’s Award for Meritorious Service; and the John Tyler Caldwell Award for the Humanities. Mr. Ehle holds honorary doctorates from UNC-Chapel Hill, UNC-Asheville, the North Carolina School of the Arts, and Berea College.

He also serves on the Advisory Board of The Writers’ Workshop, a non-profit organization founded in 1985. A luncheon for Mr. Ehle will be held at noon, prior to the reading. For more information about the reading or luncheon, please email writersw@gmail.com , or call 828-254-8111.

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Jan-28-2009

Washington, NC History

Posted by vmac under Fiction & Prose

Sometimes I need to revisit my own genius. Today I checked into the local county hospital to visit renowned historian Spencer Montgomery. He revealed his secret and previously published history of my fair town. I encourage those who wish to take a journey to eastern North Carolina to peruse the following and to find the nearby monuments at their leisure.

History of Washington, NC

Time was when all roads in America led to Washington, North Carolina. Over the years the marquee above the city has proudly proclaimed it to be the Little Switzerland of the South. Charming picturesque homes line the banks of the Pamlico River and gondola captains sing southern spirituals to their passengers as they pole down toward Bath on midnight river cruises. This lovely area, surrounded by majestic mountains and cold, clear running streams, has long been known as the Southern Alpine Region.

Cletis Musketberger remarked, on his July 1999 visit to the area, “I would think I was in my home town of Minsk if it weren’t for the mosquitos and humidity. What a charming town. I will come here now and I will come here often.” Tourists from all over the world echo Musketberger in their praise of the quaint Swiss village known as Little Washington.

The city of Washington, founded in 1907, is named after Swiss explorer, Larry Darnell Washington. Larry D. (as the locals call him) discovered the town’s first emerald mines on his grandfather’s farm near Goose Creek. When news of the “strike” reached Raleigh, scores of settlers came east to find their fortunes at the rear-end of the Great Dismal Swamp. Washington laid out the town in typical Swiss fashion, with larger home lots located on the high bluffs above the Pamlico River, streets created in a circular fashion, and the industrial and commercial areas located on the banks of the ever-flooding river. A town hall, constructed in 1932, featured Italianate architectural details and neo-gothic interior design. The town quickly became the Beaufort County seat and a governmental complex spanning over twenty-seven square miles in the center of town was completed in 1942. This complex, known to local residents as the BeaufCo Pentagon, houses the county sheriff, the jail, courtroom facilities, indoor swimming pool, a complete gymatorium, and semi-pro baseball stadium with bleachers seating 15,000 fans. Soon after the completion of the governmental complex, the federal government moved the Library of Congress to Washington.

The town of Washington’s first industrial enterprise, the Leiberman Wool Sock Factory, employed 7,200 men, women, and children in its heyday. The invention of tube socks led to the decline in production of woolen socks and the factory closed its doors in 1957.

As with any boom town, laying down the rails… the building of the railroad… followed economic expansion. Washington became the central hub for the Dismal-Northern Railroad. Unable to contain the enormous volume of traffic, the railroad CEO, Elbert P. Fitzman, decided to supplement the rails with an international airport. The Pearl Mason Fitzman Memorial Field was constructed in 1948, just as the post-war economic madness reached eastern North Carolina. Unfortunately, the dirigible hanger was destroyed by Hurricane Lamont in 1949.

The 1950s brought prosperity and goodwill to all residents. Although the emerald mines played out by 1953, new visions of economic bliss loomed on the horizon. One major development would soon change the landscape of this once peaceful mining community. Economic advancement came in the form of education. Carlton Littlefield secured funding for the establishment of the Eastern Carolina Stump Grinding Academy. Within two semesters the Academy enrolled over 750 students and expanded its curriculum to include degree programs in: mayonnaise production and quality control; modern methods of smelt preservation; snipe breeding; and tractor tire recycling.

Public schooling, at this time, suffered major setbacks. The school’s location (according to local history Washington and the Pamlico by Ursula Loy and Pauline Worthy) wandered about from place to place, occupying any sort of house which could be had for the least amount of money and generally in a house which was unfit for anything else. As Washington’s finest young men enlisted to fight the Huns, the need for a reasonable educational system diminished. Young women in the town were encouraged to assist their grandmothers in the cultivation of collards and winter cabbage rather than learn to read and write.

Coffee became a scarce commodity in Washington in the early 1960s. The coffee plantations outside the city were totally destroyed by a peat fire which spread from Hyde County across Beaufort County and burned for weeks. Residents rationed coffee (once again, according to Loy and Worthy) so that no one would receive more than a pound of the beverage once every five weeks. Rallying to the cry of “Tea for the Tillerman” local youths ravaged area restaurants, stealing the sweet iced tea pitchers and dumping their contents into the Pamlico River to protest the coffee rationing.

Washington Cultural Events: When the U. S. Supreme Court struck down the Butler Bill as unconstitutional, Washington’s Fundamentalist Founder’s Society declared it would not roll over and “play dead.” For over seventy years, snake handlers, holy rollers, and opponents of the teaching of evolution in public schools meet twice a year on the Washington waterfront to hold a two-day prayer fest. Bob Jones, noted evangelist and major stockholder in the Kool-Aid Corporation, attended the fest in 1947 on his way east from Cleveland, Tennessee.

For years the town held The Kumquat Festival, celebrating during leap year and whenever June had five Sundays. The Festival was the inspiration of Mrs. Richard (Patches) Perriwinkle. The town dressed to the hilt for this affair. Over the years, the Festival became a true international celebration. The influx of Dutch settlers who arrived in Washington following the 1984 Tulip Famine, helped to foster the popularity of this worldly event. From the oldest to the youngest almost everyone in town wore a Dutch costume. Feminine dress consisting of starched white bonnets and aprons worn over billowing flowered skirts and men and boys wore ballooning trousers with colorful vests. Hundreds of pairs of wooden shoes were ordered from The Netherlands and many blistered feet were the result. The Festival was discontinued in 1998 when the Swiss took up arms against the Dutch and killed their leader, Hans van Blinkertoon.

The Washington Summer Festival, 2001, was held in the old Lowe’s Building near the edge of town. Locals are hoping to utilize the soon-to-be closed Heilig-Meyers Store for residual tourist traffic. The Festival, traditionally held on the macadam of Stewart Parkway in the most gawdawful part of summer, the third weekend in July, had to be moved due to the downtown sewers. Next year, 2005, the festival will be held at Thelma Sue Morris’ mama’s trailer, she’s got a big yard there over near Pactolus, just at the Beaufort County line.

More history in a while. We haven’t made it up yet.

Postmark deadline: December 20th, 2008

The Thomas Wolfe Fiction Prize honors internationally celebrated North Carolina novelist Thomas Wolfe. The winner receives $1,000 and possible publication in The Thomas Wolfe Review. The final judge for the 2008 award is well-known editor Shannon Ravenel, who has had a long career in publishing, first as an editor at Houghton Mifflin, later as Series Editor of THE BEST AMERICAN SHORT STORIES for 13 years, and finally as a co-founder with Louis Rubin of Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill where she established the annual anthology NEW STORIES FROM THE SOUTH. Currently, she directs her own Algonquin imprint, Shannon Ravenel Books.

Eligibility and Guidelines

  1. The Thomas Wolfe Fiction competition is open to all writers without regard to geographical region or previous publication.
  2. Entrants should submit two copies of an unpublished fiction manuscript not to exceed 12 double-spaced pages.
  3. Names should not appear on manuscripts, but on separate sheet along with address, phone number, email address and manuscript title.
  4. Entries will not be returned.
  5. An entry fee must accompany manuscript: $15 for members of the NCWN, $25 for non-members. You may pay the member entry fee if you join the Network with your submission.

Send submissions, indicating name of competition, to:

Professor Anthony Abbott

PO Box 7096

Davidson College

Davidson, NC 28036

Oct-7-2008

How do I love thee?

Posted by vmac under Fiction & Prose

We play cards, we write for bards.Let me count the ways…

Yes, our 11th anniversary just passed but the words of adoration go to my new Mac Air. Wait, I stand corrected, since my husband gave me the new Mac, by proxy the adoration goes to him. Social Security should pay for laptops for the disabled. We are ineffective when forced to sit at a desk, our limbs don’t work that way.

Ah, to blog or not to blog, that is no longer the question. Enough dribble ducacky. Today will be spent putting this Air through its paces, attempting to transfer files from the much-loved iMac and installing various peripherals. And you will all be pleased to know – Spencer and Miss Margaret are returning in a few weeks. After a year of rebuilding their particulate universe, they have rotated their corpuscular motion toward Brown St. and will join us here in celebration of the 234th tri-union of our planets.

Cook is preparing their journey.

Sep-11-2008

Everyone Wears a Nametag

Posted by vmac under Fiction & Prose

I call them \I choose my label. “Writer” It’s rectangular. And temporary. The large blue HELLO, I AM fades with the continuous cycles of permanent press which are wrought forth with eco-friendly laundry powder my friend brings me from Costco.

Twenty years ago, my father stuck another label above my left breast. This one, “Caregiver”, won’t come off in the washing machine. It doesn’t shrink or fade. If anything, the ink brightens. It’s as colorfast as time.

I hear the clump, drag, clump of my mother’s three-pronged cane as she stutters her way across the kitchen toward the front of the house. Her destination is the front porch. She hesitates at each threshold. Dining room. Living room. Front door. Each room is unfamiliar and she must place herself, physically and mentally, in her location before moving on to the next one.

Lately we’ve been making soup. She lurches myopically through the Soup Bible, seeking recipes and searching for ingredient lists. The idea of a pantry is completely foreign to her. The pots are too heavy to lift. The new gas stove is too complex to operate. We listen for the click-click-click of the pilot light. Click-click-click-click-click-click.

What are the ingredients on hand? Should there be a trip to the store? How do we choose our recipe on this day?

The idea of soup gives our day a continuity, a purpose. We began with vichyssoise.
Potatoes from this bin, waxed cartons of broth from this shelf, carrots from the refrigerator bottom right drawer.

Each day begins a new search.

Last night I bought beets. “Mom. Look what I have.” I hold up the grocery store bag, the green and dark red leaves of the beets hang out over the top. “Beets.”

She looks up. She’s holding a cell phone in her hand. It’s turned off. “I can’t turn this on. What is that? What?”

“Beets, Mom. Remember? We’re going to make borscht.”

“Borssshhhh? Borssshhhh? Why won’t this phone work?”

I smile and say, “Just a sec. Let’s plug it in, recharge it.” Then I hand her the cookbook. “Borscht. Beet soup. Russian Borscht. Let’s make some.”

Leaving her with the book open on the illustrated guide to creating borscht, I walk into the study and wait for her to read the recipe.

But she picks up the cell phone. I hear the beep-beep-beep as she presses numbers. “Hellooooo. This is Ruthie. It’s Ruthie. Jane? Roy? Roy, why won’t you let me talk to Jane?” I wait a few minutes, walk back to her room. She has the cookbook in her lap, the phone on the table.

“I’m going to take Ollie to the movies this afternoon. When I get back, we’ll make borscht. Okay? I’ll only be gone for a little while.”

“Who?”

Aug-19-2008

Posted by vmac under Fiction & Prose

Just a reminder that the deadline for entering your best opening line into our ThatFirstLine Writing Contest is coming up. September 1st is the deadline, and we’ll award one writer chosen by our panel of industry professionals a grand prize of $500!

Zirdland’s new $1,000 NOVEL COMPETITION opened on the same day as the Olympics: August 8th. If you have a completed unpublished novel, you can enter it at: http://www.zirdland.com/contest.php There’s NO entry fee. Deadline is October 10th.

Jun-20-2008

31 Words

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