Editor’s Column

Elizabeth Hudson

A Silent Salute

We carry things inside us that others can’t see. When I was in the fourth grade, I got hit by a car as I was going back to my grandmother’s after playing in a park two blocks away from her
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Elizabeth Hudson

No Ocean in the Mountains

In 1988, I slapped an Appalachian State University sticker on the rear window of my car and headed west to the mountains. I drove away from my home in Randolph County, down U.S. Highway 64, and past the Uwharries, which,
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Elizabeth Hudson

Hey, Good Lookin’

My grandmother kept her cosmetics in the top drawer of the dresser in her bedroom. Coty Airspun face powder in its gold hatbox container. The pink glass jar of Olay night cream. Gold torpedo tubes of lipstick: Revlon’s Fire and
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Elizabeth Hudson

The Scent of the South

The man who sold me a bag of birdseed at Wild Birds Unlimited told me something interesting: Birds can’t smell. He wanted to make sure I had my feeder in an obvious place in the yard so the birds could
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Elizabeth Hudson

Full circle

We got dropped off in the gravel parking lot outside Jones Skating Rink, and when our parents drove off for the evening, we took our places outside in the line to get in, shy and awkward and self-conscious, but pretending
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Elizabeth Hudson

Time Memorial

Three years ago, I gave my mother a 16-month calendar, and I asked her to write something in it every day. I didn’t know if she would. When I was born, my aunt gave my mother a baby book to
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Elizabeth Hudson

A lighthouse, from within

The walls of Oak Island Lighthouse are eight inches thick, made of monolithic reinforced concrete. The tower sits on top of 24 concrete pilings, and each one of those is buried 67 feet deep into the earth. If a 100-mile-per-hour
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Elizabeth Hudson

Old recipes

This is the Fayetteville Street Christian School cookbook I made when I was in kindergarten in 1975. It’s old and yellowed now. It’s barely held together with a frayed piece of yarn. The recipes in it are crudely typewritten, and
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Elizabeth Hudson

The stars at night

The fire tower at the top of Dave’s Mountain in Asheboro is 100 feet tall, and it was built in 1950, and I wonder how many teenage boys — how many Asheboro High School kids in 1954, say, or 1967
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Listening. A love story

In the late 1960s, a woman named Susie — my mother before she was my mother — worked as a waitress at the Sheraton Hotel in Greensboro. She sparkled with personality, and before long, the management promoted her to hostess
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