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Friday, August 25, 2006


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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Happy Birthday Swami Nash!

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

There Our Grand Old School Is Standing

Event: Reunion of BHS Classes 1950's to 1965
When: September 29. 2006
Time: 7:00PM
Where: BHS Gym
Cost: $25 per person/$45 per couple
Send checks: Daphne M Dickerson, 1505A Willow Trace Drive, Florence, SC 29501
Phone: 843-676-9552
RSVP: By September 8, 2006
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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The Stork left a Beautiful Bundle of Love on the Coast

Haley Alana Nash

Born August 11, 2006 9:40 PM at Grand Strand Regional Hospital. She weighed 7 lbs. 11. ozs. at birth. Young Miss Nash is 18 inches long and is the beautiful daughter of Kemp and Tonya Nash. Grand daughter of Linda, Stan, Phyllis, Swami and Nina. Great-grand daughter of Vivian McKinney and Beulah Nash.
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Monday, August 14, 2006

Bones and Waters in Gulfport

After discovering this site Salley Ginsberg Waters writes, "Oh my gosh -- this is so great! I've bookmarked your page and will be checking back (and writing in, at some point!) Have to pass this one on to my sisters as well.
I can't believe you have a Dairi-O sign up there -- damn, now you've got me craving one of those nice round ice cream sandwiches!"

See her website:

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The Golden Boot Awards by MaryWade O'Kelley Smith

Just returned from a whirlwind trip to LA for the Golden Boot Awards (my second Boot ceremony). Ed (Buddy) Strickland from Bishopville is on the Board of Directors for The Boot which honors the actors, writers, driectors, stunt people, etc. of the great western films and television shows that we all love. This year's honorees were Clint Eastwood, Powers Boothe, Joan Leslie, Ann-Margret, Wes Studi, Buddy Van Horn, Gabby Hayes, and Les Martinson. Presenters were Mike Connors, Walter Hill, Anne Jeffreys, Cheech Marin, Burt Reynolds, Morgan Freeman, Martin Kove, Andrew Prine, and Morgan Woodward. Wow!!! And I talked to Peter Graves from Mission Impossible in the lobby. He kept asking me to repeat everything I said so that he could listen to my Carolina accent. You know, he is James Arness' brother. Buddy handles the security for these people and has known them for years. They think the world of him, as do the studio heads, the stunt men, etc. We are treated rather well each year when in California with Buddy and Phyllis. There are parties each night at our old hotel which are attended by a lot of the actors. Several of them get up and sing with the band as do the tourists. On Friday night, we have the Jim Roberts Roundup by the pool with 600 to 800 people and celebrities. Ooooooh, what fun. You know, I am not a bit shy and I talk to them all!

Monday, August 07, 2006

They Don't Come Our Way Often

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Adopted Native Son - - Our Paul Pope

Enrollee, First Cook, Company 4480, Camp SP-10, Hunting Island, Beaufort / Frogmore, South Carolina & Company 4477, Camp SCS-24, Bishopville, South Carolina Link

I originated from Sinclair County, Alabama. I was raised on a two horse farm following a mule, me and my daddy. He said he was going to learn me where my living come from and taught me how to work. That’s a lesson I appreciated, and I would always have a job afterwards.

But the work on the farm didn’t pay much at the time. We had plenty to eat but there wasn’t too much money. So I looked elsewhere. But we didn’t have jobs in the area. If you could get a job the pay was only 50 cents a day. So when I got a chance to go into the CCCs around 1939 I signed up.

They sent me to a CCC Camp at Bessamer, Alabama just out of Birmingham. This was not a working camp, but a camp where they sent you on to other camps where you would stay and work. Here I had a chance to go the West Coast or South Carolina. If you went to the West Coast you had to sign up for a year so I went to South Carolina as I wasn’t sure if I would like it or not.

They put us on a train for Beaufort, South Carolina. We road all night in rail road cars and stopped in Augusta Georgia and then came on down to Beaufort. From there we went by truck out of Beaufort and eventually on through a little old wide place in the road, not a town really, that we would learn was called Frogmore. The boys in camp would come to call it Plumnearly, as it was plum out of the state and near out of the world.

From Frogmore, we went along the road and over a bridge to Hunting Island, Camp SP-10 Company 4480. The Camp was run by the Army and had Army Barracks where we would sleep and a Mess Hall where would eat and a Tool Shed and buildings for the Army Officers who ran the Camp. The also was a light house on the island.

Shortly after we first got down there, we got three or four guys walked out with their barracks bag. It was a long walk up that road to Beaufort, but they didn’t like the place, its in the sticks. But for those of us who stayed, it was not bad. We enjoyed ourselves down there, us boys did.

At Hunting Island we worked out on the field doing landscaping for a short time and I didn’t like it too much. They had an opening to get into the storage room so I went in there. I ran the Storage Room in the kitchen. That’s where they had the canned goods the good stuff and all. Soon I got a chance to be a cook so I stayed in there as a cook.

I was a second cook at Hunting Island. They taught us how to cut meat and all that. They would take a half of beef or a hog and we would cut it up and cook it. Although we cooked meals for 200 boys in the Company, it didn’t take too long. We cooked in big army pots and we had them big old coal stoves. Then we had KPs in there that helped us out.

When we weren’t working we kept busy from one thing to another. We would play ball. Since we were down on the ocean, we would go swimming. The marines up from Paris Island would come down there to go swimming sometimes as well.

On Saturdays sometimes we went from Hunting Island up to Buford on the rec trips to go to a show. It wasn’t but 30 dollars a month that we were paid and some went home and we kept the balance. But that gave us some that we could spend some on these trips to town. We thoroughly enjoyed these rec trips.

I was at Hunting Island about six months. It was about 1940 or thereabout that our work was done on Hunting Island. When the Hunting Island camp disbanded we had the choice to go to another camp but we had to reenlist. Again I had the choice of enlisting for another year to go to a camp on the West Coast or enlisting for six months and staying local which is what I did.

So then I came over here to Bishopville, South Carolina, to Camp SCS-24, Company 4477. This camp was on Lee State Park Road. To get to the Camp site now, though its all grown up, you would go down 15 from Bishopville towards Hartsville about three miles and then turn right at first highway, which is Lee State Park Road. There’s a church on the left right there and also there’s a Beauty shop on the left side as you pass the river. Its about 7 miles from Bishopville (about four miles from I15). The Camp was right on the road, before you get to I20.

The Bishopville Camp was Soil Conservation Camp when we got there. Before we went there it was a Park Camp worked by another Company. They dug a pond and they had camps down near the river. They built Lee State Park, which is still there and you can stay there and there are trails. That Company’s boys came from Williamsburg.

My Company was Company 4477. Our foreman was Mr. Scurry who worked for the Soil Conservation Service. He had his place right out there at the edge of the Army Camp that we stayed in. Where I was at was that was the Army Quarters, run by the Army Officers.

Mr. Scurry was over the boys out in the field. We did terracing and setting out grass all out there on a hill near St Matthew Church on 341. To get to the site you would go about about a mile from Bishopville towards Lynch’s River on 15, make a left on 341. That’s where we done all that work up there. The work was Soil Conservation Work on private property to stop erosion. I can’t think of the owner’s name right off hand, he was an insurance man. There’s a dog place there now.

Not long after I got there, they found out that I could cook so they put me in the kitchen there. I stayed in there till I got out. I became First Cook. We had a fellow from Georgia who was over us as the Mess Sergeant. He later married a girl from here.

The camp was a good camp. We didn’t have any body that got in trouble at either camp. I fairly enjoyed it. We had some good friends from around and about there.

Just before I got out of the CCCs I met my wife. One of the boys, Marcus Mann, dated a girl who had a sister. We were both a cooks, he was on one shift and I was on another shift. He took me out on a blind date with his girlfriend’s sister. We liked each other and dated. Later Marcus and I both married the Godwin sisters.

I left the CCCs after four months at Bishopville, and ten months over all. I got a job making ammunition boxes here and left to do that.

When WWII started up when I was over here in Lee State Park. When the War come up they disbanded the CCCs. A lot of those boys went into the service. I was turned down for the service on account of my eyes. So I stayed here in Bishopville.

Me and my wife got married in 42. I’ve always said I reckoned I could get one just as good but I couldn’t get one no better.

While in the CCCs we got $8 a month for ourselves and the rest went home. My family put up a small amount from the rest that I got when I got out of the CCCs. When I got married I used that to get some used furniture for our house.

We had a boy who became a Marine, and trained at Paris Island. He was in the first bunch that landed in Vietnam and served four years over there. My younger Boy was in the Army at the same time. He went to South Korea.

Thanks to my daddy’s lessons, I had a job all my life. When I retired on June 30, 1986, I had never asked for but two jobs. I worked at the Bishopville High School for 38 years nine months. I was there when they first integrated. They’ve disbanded the high school now, they built a new one here out in the country. But the old building is still there. I hope they do something with it. I didn’t have no problem with those children. They think the world of me, everybody knows me here.

----- Paul Pope

Friday, August 04, 2006

1954 Bishopville High School

Class Motto
"Give your best to the world and the best will come back to you."
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Thursday, August 03, 2006

Haircuts and Coffee on Main Street

I can still smell the aroma of the powder Mr. Drayton flapped around my neck after each haircut. Can anyone tell me who the other barber was? And the smell of the coffee the moment you walked through the doors of the Dixie Cafe.

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Awwww..the good ole days!!!!!

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If This Sign Could Talk!

I'm thinking it was in '55 or '56 that Mr. Stafford asked me to take the school car (1950's Studebaker) and go over to the Grammar School and pick something up and bring it back to him. I had, a day or two earlier completed my driver's exam and was not going to turn down this opportunity to drive. It was a teenage boy's dream come true. I don't remember who went with me that day but I can tell you that I will never forget it. As soon as I got out of sight of the High School the devil stepped in to drive. We got to the Grammar School in record time and of course we took the long way back to good ole BHS!! As we rounded the curve on the road behind Mr. Tisdale's home and were heading to the stop sign on Main Street the accelerator pedal stuck and we came to a roaring stop at the sign. The Studes engine was roaring and as soon as the traffic allowed I popped the clutch and with a scream not heard from that car since she lurched into the highway with gray smoke pouring out the exhaust and from the tires heading for the drive next to the fence around the football field. I negotiated that turn but as soon as the Stude hit the coal ash spread all over the drive it decided to start sliding. I managed to straighten my path and we came to a dusty halt at the front door where to my chagrin stood Mr. Stafford!!!!! Oh my!!!!! If my passenger reads this please use the comment section and confirm to all who reads this that this is a true event.

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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Class of '59 Classmates Renew Friendships

Ann and Zilphia hug as Marvin waits his turn.

When you come back home to Bishopville (just make up your mind right now) you have to stop in at Harry and Harry Too's located on the Sumter highway for a bite to eat. This 'joint' has a wonderful shady setting and a good 'ole down home feeling.

Just so you know, all that stuff nailed to the walls and hanging from the rafters was used as decoration in Barbara's bedroom at one time.

Harry & Harry Too
719 Sumter Highway
Bishopville, SC 29010 (803) 428-4622

Bishopville High School Graduating Class of 1959

47th Reunion
July 29, 2006
Seated Left to Right: Charles Nash, Charles Glenn Stuckey, Charles Victor Privette, Jim Ed McCutchen, Raymond Reynolds
Standing Left to Right: Gregory Woodham, Barbara Hearon Elmore, Faith Elmore Lowery, Pat Woodworth Gwin, Betty Manning Heriot, Zilphia Stephenson Quattlebaum, Jane Galloway McCathern, Mary Ann Baskin Towers, Ann Tiller Bailey Reames, Celeste Kelley Outlaw, Joy Shirley ?????, Marvin Quattlebaum, Jimmy LaCoste
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