Memories From The Past: It’s Important For Everyone To Make Notes, To Preserve Our Past And History Through Our Writings – Roger Ivester

April 21st 2019:  Easter Sunday 

After church, Debbie and I had lunch at one of our favorite restaurants in Boiling Springs.  We had a wonderful lunch and then decided to take a drive out into the country on this beautiful afternoon…mostly upper Cleveland County, where I grew up.  

Lunch at the Italian Garden:


First Stop:  A hidden pond not far from Polkville.  I found out about this pond in the spring of 1968.  I was sick one morning and my cousin, Steve Ivester, must have been sick also.  

However, we both must have started feeling better, as Steve came by to pick me up for some fishing at several local ponds.  

It was absolutely amazing, but my headache was miraculously now gone, and I was suddenly feeling great!  I was too young to drive, but Steve had his drivers license and a car!     

The first was the hidden woodland pond, pictured below, which I never knew existed and have not been back since…until today!!!    


Second Stop:  The creek where my brothers and I spent many hot summer afternoons, when I was “really” young.  Note the pillars on each side.  This was where the original bridge crossed the creek on Tan Yard Road.  When I was a little kid, this tiny creek seemed like a raging river.  


Third Stop:  The Tan Yard Cemetery, which has many old graves, some of them being my ancestors. 




On May 5th 1989:  

Upper Cleveland County and many other adjoining counties encountered an F4 tornado (an F5 tornado is the most powerful category)  that destroyed many homes and causing much damage.  There was also many injuries and a few deaths.  

The following is a hole in a mortar joint at Kistler’s United Methodist Church, just off the Lawndale-Casar Highway.  

The tornado came very close to the church, but for most part, damaged only the steeple.  

Amazing!  but the tornado seems to have split into two separate funnels, and spared the church from its complete fury.  A splinter from a piece of wood, propelled by the tornado, penetrated the mortar joint by 3/4-inch, as my car key illustrates.   

The splinter remained in place for the longest time, until someone pulled it out.    



In what I called the weedy field (pictured at the bottom) was just to the west of my childhood home, and is the place I made my first astronomical observation in the fall of 1966, at the age of 13.  I used  my brother Jim’s, small equatorially mounted 60 mm refractor telescope.      

This spawned my interest in astronomy.  I’ve been a serious student ever since and have quite a few published astronomy articles.  

And purchasing many telescopes over the years, however, at this time, I’m down to only five.  



In 2009, I became the co-founder of an international observing report, which celebrated 122 consecutive reports as of March, 2019.  At that time it was called the Las Vegas Astronomical Society Observer’s Challenge report.  However, due to the participation of so many from all across the country, and even as far away as Finland, the name was changed to “simply” the Observer’s Challenge. 

My co-founder in this endeavor was/is Fred Rayworth of Las Vegas.  

In 2012, I was fortunate to have been able to facilitate a donation of a $50,000 telescope and robotic mount to the Las Vegas Astronomical Society.  The donor was North Carolina doctor, Dr. James Hermann, MD of Lincolnton, NC.  

This telescope is now operational on top of Mount Potosi in Southern Nevada,   only thirty miles SW, but quite a few mountain peaks from the lights of Las Vegas.  

Mount Potosi has quite the history:  

Both Debbie and I were given honorary lifetime memberships to the Las Vegas Astronomical Society for this facilitation.  An article concerning was featured in Astronomy Magazine, several newspapers, including the Las Vegas Review Journal and other publications.


Where were you when John F. Kennedy was assassinated?   For me, I was at the ball field at Polkville School.  

At that time it was 1st thru 5th and then 9th thru the 12th grade.   On that fateful day, Friday, November 22nd 1963 @ 12:30 PM EST, or 1:30 PM EST.  

I was in the 5th grade, and with my classmates, playing near the ball field backstop.  When we when inside, the story of the assignation was playing on a walnut colored “wooden” speaker in the corner of Mrs. Elliott’s classroom.  We were all looking up at the speaker, as if it were a video.  

The following is a “current photo” of the backstop where my 5th grade class had been playing at recess, before coming inside to hear the news of the events in Dallas, Texas. 


It was November 1965, and my oldest brother Richard, took me, my brother Phillip, and Charles Hicks (Richards brother-in-law…to the drive-in to see a Nascar movie, titled “Red line 7000.”  

It became really foggy on our trip back home.   

When we turned up the hill heading toward Lawndale on Shelby Road, we saw spotlights and emergency vehicles on the left, just beyond the crest of the hill.  

There was a yellow Piper Club that had crashed, within 50 yards of the highway.  We stopped and found out the pilot was killed.  

If you look at the photo below, the plane crashed just beside the tree line, on the edge of the field.  Maybe just to the right of the largest tree and behind the two outermost fence posts.     

Charles (Charlie) Hicks would later have a distinguished career in the Air Force, flying A-10’s, Stealths and other fighter planes.  


My second witnessing of another Piper Cub crash:  I was about six or seven years old?  My daddy took me for a BBQ sandwich in Shelby.  The location was in the curve going north on highway 18, just beyond the hospital.  The BBQ restaurant had a circle “gravel drive” with curb service.  It was a favorite hangout for teenagers at that time.  Actually somewhat like the movie “American Graffiti” when cruising was the most popular thing to do.  

When we pulled into the restaurant drive…just on the other side of the road, there was a Piper Cub, standing right on its nose in a completely vertical position.  The pilot was killed.  It was said or “alleged” that he ran out of fuel, after departing the Shelby Airport.  

A photo of the crash location:  When looking across the road from “now” Bernhardt Furniture, the plane was vertical in the yard, between the two houses.  The year was about 1960-1961?  So I would have been in the first or second grade.  


Airplane crashes, got me thinking…..

This got me thinking about the man who fell out of a DC-3, and falling into the cemetery at Zion Baptist Church.  Something I’d heard about for so many years while attending Polkville Elementary School.  (1959-1964)  

The date of the tragic event can be seen below:  June 13, 1956.  There are lots of stories that have been told about this, but the man “allegedly” opened the door and fell out.  No one will ever know the full story.   

Debbie and I had searched the cemetery this afternoon for the longest time, looking for the marker, indicating the exact location of where Mr. Pruett landed.  

Without any luck, we were leaving, but as luck would have it, we met Dennis Wright and his granddaughter riding in a golf cart in the church drive.  Dennis has been a member of Zion Church for many years, and he and his granddaughter took us to the spot.

Dennis said that the church custodian “on that fateful day in June 1956” and heard the sound of Mr. Pruitt descending from the sky, and also the sound of his impact.  

Dennis said:  “I’ve taught a men’s Sunday School class at this church for thirty years, and twenty of my class members are now in that cemetery.  And I’ve often told them how many untold stories lie in the cemetery.  I’ve encouraged them to write down their stories to pass-on to the next generation.”  Dennis Wright 


Not necessarily a fond memory, but I remember being sick in the late 50’s and very early 60’s, visiting Dr. Edwards, who was my great-uncle (my grandmothers brother.)  His office or practice was in Toluca, only a few miles from the crossroads of Belwood, just off highway 18.  

The rock building is still there, but as the photos indicate, it’s in really bad condition with the roof collapsing in many places.  The once waiting room has an open sky.

Note the “black” front door in the second photo, which was the original door from at least the 50’s

I remember that alcohol and sanitary smell, and dreading that “most of the time” penicillin shot in my hip.  Ouch!  



Next to come:  The “Delight Alligator” (Delight is a small community, mostly just a crossroads) between Polkville and Casar.  Yes, there was an alligator, about 7-8 feet in length in Paul Whisnant’s pond.  How did an alligator get in that fish pond?  A pond that my school bus traveled by so many times going to Polkville Elementary School, and back home in the evenings.  

And who would ever have thought that an alligator could live and apparently thrive in the upper foothills of North Carolina?  

I’ll write more about this, if I can find out more specific information.  

Beaver Dam Baptist Church and a falling tree: 

About twenty years ago while getting out of my car at Beaver Dam Baptist Church, near the cemetery, I noticed a granite marker under some oak trees.  It was a marker to locate the exact spot where a man named “David B. Green” was killed by a falling tree on January 20th 1925.  

I was told by a source today (May 12th 2019) that he had heard the following “alleged story” years ago:  

When the man cut the tree, it twisted on the stump and a large limb “apparently” hit him in the head causing his death.  

I’ve always found this marker very interesting, and on many occasions while coming and going over the years, would find myself stopping at the site and thinking about this event that happened 94 years ago this year (2019). 

The marker is located only fifteen-feet or so feet from Beaver Dam Highway, as shown in the second photo.  



Please check back, much more local history to come.  I’m hopeful to add at least one new and interesting entry at least every couple weeks or so.   Roger Ivester

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