
{"id":7536,"date":"2009-10-15T12:13:11","date_gmt":"2009-10-15T20:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.carrborocitizen.com\/main\/?p=7536"},"modified":"2009-10-16T04:55:22","modified_gmt":"2009-10-16T12:55:22","slug":"letter-from-the-editor-passings-in-chatham","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/2009\/10\/15\/letter-from-the-editor-passings-in-chatham\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter from the Editor: Passings in Chatham"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I spent much of my first decade in residence in this state in Chatham County and was fortunate to encounter there many fine and inspiring individuals.<\/p>\n<p>On the gray, chilly morning that followed Tuesday\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s splendid fall weather, I woke to find that another of Chatham\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s greats had left us \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the third in three weeks. <\/p>\n<p>Our hearts go out to the families of these pillars, but we shed tears also for ourselves. We are the less for their departures, but our lives are much richer from the moments we shared.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>Alec Dunn<\/strong><br \/>\nAlec Dunn was a farmer from the day he was born to the day he died. He had a strong spirit tempered by a gentle manner and a kind, quiet way of speaking that put you at ease. He was worldly in a way that few attain \u00e2\u20ac\u201c his knowledge derived from daily life on the family farm in Bonlee and many years behind the counter of his hardware store and post office. He and Nancy, his wife of 69 years, were an inseparable duo and proved the adage that \u00e2\u20ac\u0153we two form a multitude.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>His son, Alvis, is one of the closest friends I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve ever had and despite my being born a little farther north than was acceptable in many places in Chatham, I felt as welcome in the Dunns\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 living room as I have anywhere. It was not a boisterous place \u00e2\u20ac\u201c most times it was so quiet you could hear the clock tick. Mr. Dunn was not one for small talk. Sitting in his usual chair under a framed portrait of John Kennedy, he asked you real questions about what you thought about the issues of the day, be they national politics or Chatham land use.  <\/p>\n<p>He seemed a tireless man. I remember his son complaining to me once that he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hardly keep up with \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Deddy\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u201c then in his early 80s \u00e2\u20ac\u201c  when the two were out walking the land checking on fences.<\/p>\n<p>He lost a step or two over the past few years, but his spirit was still there. And it was a joy to see him at 93 revel in the arrival of his first grandchild.<\/p>\n<p>He left us Tuesday, with Nancy and his boys by his side and, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure, a satisfied mind.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Margaret Pollard<\/strong><br \/>\nI first met Margaret Pollard over a Hardee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chicken sandwich at the Democratic Party headquarters just outside of Pittsboro. It was Election Day 1992 and quite a few of us were exhausted from several weeks of work getting ready for the day. We ate and talked a little about the chances for the candidates. No matter what happens, she said, there would always be more work to do.<\/p>\n<p>Over the years, she would prove willing to take on bigger and bigger challenges. She ran and won a seat on the board of commissioners. She would later become the first black woman to chair the board and, true to her word, even after she left that post, she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop putting in the hours on behalf of the voiceless and the needy of the place she called home.<\/p>\n<p>Every now and again, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d talk and she would remind me that there was still plenty to do; that, despite all the efforts, far too many were still in need of better health care, better education and a simple, fair shake out of life.<\/p>\n<p>She departed far too soon, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure she would rather I not take this space to mourn, but to remind you to roll up your sleeves \u00e2\u20ac\u201c  for the work is unfinished and just as important as it ever was. <\/p>\n<p><strong>Margie Ellison<\/strong><br \/>\nI used to joke with Margie Ellison about my political \u00e2\u20ac\u0153baptism.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d It was right there at the counter of the M&#038;R Shopquick on U.S. 15-501. She asked me if I wanted to register to vote and I told her I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t believe in it \u00e2\u20ac\u201c  that no politician was going to look out for me. The sermon I got was not quite fire and brimstone, but stern persuasion \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the kind of one-on-one politics that leads to a true conversion. Would that all of us learn the true meaning of the word \u00e2\u20ac\u0153enfranchisement\u00e2\u20ac\u009d from such a person.<\/p>\n<p>She was a kind woman, and until then we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d always had pleasant conversations. But as I learned many times since, when she was talking politics and what needed to happen in the world, the state and, in particular, in Chatham, there was at her core a fierce determination and an unshakable belief in the power of the vote to change things.<\/p>\n<p>Every time I mark a ballot, I think about her. This week, with the opening of early voting, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll do so again, sad to know that she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not around to straighten out the next generation of young cynics, but ready and, thanks to Margie, able to give \u00e2\u20ac\u2122em what for. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I spent much of my first decade in residence in this state in Chatham County and was fortunate to encounter there many fine and inspiring individuals. On the gray, chilly morning that followed Tuesday\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s splendid fall weather, I woke to find that another of Chatham\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s greats had left us \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the third in three weeks&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7536","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-opinion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7536","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7536"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7547,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7536\/revisions\/7547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ibiblio.org\/carrborocitizen\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}