Tidbits -November 7 2019



  We were flipping through the channels on vacation and came across ETV’s telecast of the 25th anniversary salute to the legendary Broadway Musical  “Les Miserables.”
  Being we were all fans, we watched the three hour telecast.
  Someone said, “I’d love to see that again.”
  The rest of us said the said the same thing, so Elizabeth and Dibbie began researching in June and discovered the closest performance would be in Charlotte in November.
  Morgan and I saw Les Mis on our trip to New York City in 1996 with The Saluda Players.
  That week we also saw Cats, The Phantom of the Opera and Sunset Boulevard.
  Everybody in our group hated Cats. I wouldn’t go see the movie coming out next month if my life depended on it, but we all loved the other three. Les Mis was a favorite.
  A few years passed and when the touring company came to The Palace in Myrtle Beach, we drove down to see it.
  A few year ago, it came to the Koger Center in Columbia, and we saw it there.
  When Morgan worked at Dreher High School, he built the sets for their high school production of the musical. Of course, it was not Broadway elaborate, but the kids did a great job.
  Saturday, Elizabeth, Dibbie, Mayson, Morgan and I piled into to Dibbie’s car to drive to Charlotte for a 2 p.m. performance in the Ovens Auditorium.
  The last time I was in Charlotte was in the airport on our Broadway trip in 1996. I have not been to the city, itself, since the mid-70s when I worked in Wing Publications.
  Believe it or not, I had never been on I-77, nor have I ever seen Carowinds.
  It was a pleasant trip. Morgan followed his phone’s direction, and it took us by Panther Stadium on the way to the auditorium, which was easy to find.
  We had about two hours to kill, and we all wanted something besides fast food to eat, so Mayson asked Siri to lead us to an Outback.
  As we followed her directions through back streets, I saw the beautiful Myers Park Presbyterian Church.
  I said, “Wait a minute. This the neighborhood where our great-grandparents lived.”
  Before, I left home I looked up the address on Ancestry, Bromley Road.
  Mayson said, “There’s Bromley Road!”
  We decided to eat first then try to find the house on the way to the Auditorium.
  When we finished our meal, we knew we’d be cutting it close, but Bromley Road was only a mile or two away. We had to find the house.
  With GPS, we soon turned on the narrow Bromley Road and we found our great-grandparents house.
  While Morgan turned around, Mayson took a picture Elizabeth, Dibbie and me in front of the house.
  Myers Park is a beautiful neighborhood.
  My mother recalled the house sold for a very low price when her grandmother died in 1952. The proceeds were divided among her eight daughters, including my grandmother Elizabeth Killingsworth.
  Mayson found a website that listed the current value as $1.4 million!
  We made a beeline to the auditorium and discovered hundreds of other attendees were cutting it close, too.
  No sooner had we gotten to our seats and sat down, the lights went dim. There was no studying the program.
  Having seen three of the rotating stage productions, it didn’t take me long to realize were seeing a new version. Nothing rotated.
  Oh, the songs were the same, but the sets and staging of acts were different.
  As usual though, Les Mis was great!
  A lady sitting beside me had never seen the musical, and she was not aware in advance there was no dialogue in the play, only music. I takes some getting used to.
  After the play, we had no trouble getting out of the parking lot, and the GPS soon got us back on I-77, heading back to Columbia.
  When I saw the “Columbia 15 Miles” sign, I told Morgan, “The sign in Charlotte said was Columbia was 92 miles away. It doesn’t seem like we’ve been traveling long at all.”
 “That’s  because I have been driving 92 miles an hour,’ Morgan said.
  He was kidding .... I hope.
  We were back at home by 7:30.
  Charlotte is a beautiful city, and I was glad I got to reconnect with my ancestor’s homeplace.
  Dibbie said the best part of Les Mis was Jean Valjean singing, “Bring Him Home,” which tied the day together.
  I guess we left home, drove to home, and came back home.


  Like Les Mis, I’ve seen Saluda lose close games to Batesburg-Leesville many times.
  Friday was a heartbreaker, as the Panthers scored the winning touchdown with just 27.7 second to go in the game.
  I had a bad feeling about this game all week.
  After the Tigers lost to Abbeville last year, they had to kick a last second field goal to beat B&L 24-21.
  This year, after the Tigers lost to Abbeville, the score was 24-21 when the Panthers scored the winner.
  It’s tough playing these two teams back-to-back.
  I was impressed with B&L. They are loaded with many talented young players.
  While I had a feeling Saluda was gong to lose, I also knew the Tigers may be better off finishing third than second in the region.
  By finishing second, B&L will host always tough Central of Pageland, then they will have to travel to fourth ranked Southside Christian in the second round.
  By finished third, Saluda will host 6-4 Blacksburg in the first round., then will travel, perhaps, to 7-3 Buford in the second round. These are the two teams the Tigers beat in the first two rounds last year.
  If Southside Christian and Saluda survive the first two rounds, they will meet in the third round.
  I firmly believe the Tigers are good enough to beat Southside Christian and Abbeville if they meet again, but they have to play error free.
  The quest begins Friday night. Come on out!


  I knew Nellie Ruth Boozer and her husband Boyd before I ever met their daughter Sandra.
  Nellie Ruth and Joann Keeler worked together at Dr. Sawyer’s office for years, and after they moved to other jobs Nellie Ruth would drop by the Sentinel office to see Joann, and they’d talk and laugh.
  Marty and Joann would get Boyd to deliver them a case of Pepsis off his delivery truck. He was fun to be around, too.
  Years later, The Saluda Players formed and I got to meet Sandra.
  After one of our first performances, we met the audience and Sandra said to me,  “You know my parents,” and I said, “I sure do!”
  I had no idea Boyd and Nellie Ruth were her parents.
  In August, Sandra invited me to attend her mother’s 80th birthday party at St. Luke’s Lutheran Church in Prosperity. She especially wanted me to meet her mother’s two sisters, who were given a subscription each year to our paper by Nellie Ruth.
  I enjoyed the party and having a nice talk with the sisters.
  I was saddened last week when I heard Nellie Ruth had passed away suddenly.
  She was such a sweet and funny lady. She will be greatly missed.