Both my sons played college tennis and have continued to play.   Oldest grandchild plays tournaments.  Elder son, Tee,  just finished a tournament in hometown, Boulder.  Runner-up in doubles, they won $200.  Reminded me of my “total earnings” from pro tennis.

I attended all the early ITA (Intercollegiate Tennis Association) coaches conferences, held mostly in Sanibel, Florida.  In 1989 the ITA held a prize money tournament, singles only, all ages.   Not for me.  1990 they added age divisions.  The late Bob Brynes, a fine player, asked me to partner with him in the 50’s and older.  When we got the draw there were only four entries.   Our first round opponents were both over 70 years old.  Pretty easy, this pro tennis.  However our next opponents, in the “finals”, no less, were pretty good,  The 7/6, 7/6 match was really long.  Bob carried the load.  I realized I was late for my free shuttle back to the airport.  A cab cost me $30.

Weeks later I received my share of the win.  EIGHTY FIVE BUCKS!  However, the check bounced.  Later redeemed,  I yielded $55.   Our  family earnings from tennis play are now:  Tee-$200, Dad –$55, or $255.

My trophy reads ITA NATIONAL DOUBLES CHAMPION  (50 and OVER).   Thanks, Bob.

THE GYM 1960-1985

I doubt if Ed Cloyd or Milton Adams or anyone else at Atlantic Christian College had any idea that the gym they had pushed to reality would house so many different happenings and changes about to be become reality in the 60’s, 7o’s and even the 80’s. ‘Uncle Milty”was the beloved and trusted business manager who delivered the money to fulfill Mr. Cloyd’s vision.

Ed Cloyd was the Chairman of the Physical Education Department and the Athletics Department. A World War 11 veteran who survived the Saipan invasion, Mr. Cloyd was a true idealist and professional. He was also a self effacing , skilled athlete. For years He was the best tennis player in town and able to shoot par equally.

The design of the new gym bore his stamp. One characteristic was the multitude of different lines in the gym. The main blue lines were for varsity basketball and wider. Red lines marked two cross-courts for free play and class instruction, Yellow lines were boundaries for six badminton courts. White for two volleyball.   This insured training areas for future teachers, not like many gyms designed only for Men’s varsity basketball. While coaches howled, the lines stayed and never reportedly tripped anyone.

In fact Cloyd saw athletics being only a part of the gym, staff, and departments duties. Steadfastly he built a strong overall program, with first priority for the average student. As for former teacher/coach majors their sacred trust was to consider all students and their health and physical well being.

The gym housed classes, games, intramurals, free play, indoor soccer, baseball practice, aerobics and the 12 minute run, concerts, class registrations, the Danish gymnastics team, and others too many to recall. Once a year the North Carolina symphony played for the public schools children in the gym. All day bus loads of fifth graders.   When the crowd after lunch settled in I swear you could smell what was served that day in school cafeterias. The gym schedule was tight. Everyone claimed ownership and governance was tough. .   One grown neighborhood man told me “…if you ask me to leave, I will. But I’ll be back tomorrow. The only thing in life for me is basketball.”

The gym housed concerts people still talk about. Fleetwood Mac, Ray Charles . I had a new pair of tennis shorts in my unlocked locker that the Tams used to shine their shoes.

Ken Cooper, founder of Aerobics spoke to the entire student body. Better still, Tom Cureton led the volunteer students in a skipping/exercise in circular fashion around   the gym floor. One by one they gave out and dropped out until only the 70 year old Cureton danced around in a circle. Later we heard that the same thing happened that afternoon at ECTC (now East Carolina university).

Here are some others gym memories:

There were “club sports” and hosted tournaments for volleyball and badminton enthusiasts. Military clubs and ACC level clubs from “big schools” came to Wilson.

Class registration was held in the gym.

There were indoor soccer tournaments.

Winter nights would fill the gym with intramural games many among the fraternity and sorority teams and fans.

Once we decided to have the heavyweight intramural wrestling championship in the gym.   Raymond Boykin vs Gid Alston. It packed the whole building.

For several years we held indoor professional tennis matches in the gym, World class players on a borrowed mat. These were town sponsored events and never has there been better “town-gown” cooperation.

Once we hosted the Danish Gymnastics team for a performance. They stayed several days and used the gym as home. Lots of male students hung around the gym those three days.

Those who took freshman physical education in the Aerobics requirement period never worked harder , or were in better shape. Laps in the gym. The 12 minutes run. Tough.

The basketball world was shocked about the same time our gym was opened. Henry Logan of Western Carolina was the first black player to play in our league and he kicked the door open. Mid 60’s, before major colleges, our league featured Dwight Durante of Catawba, then Gene Littles of High Point.   Soon after ACC recruited Cliff Black and James Jones of nearby Conetoe,NC. Both were gentlemen as well as fine players. Cliff held several records, many still unbroken.

Carole McKeel saw the light and recruited our first black woman, Lorraine Riley. Like the men, success followed with players like Cathy Wall, and soon our first Women’s All American, Tyra Boyd.

In 1972 the college hired David Adkins as the Athletics Director. He also was to coach the newly added soccer team.   David was a quiet leader and a hard worker.   Still he took his licks too, early on.   His first two teams were 1-22.   Team three, however, was 7-5 , featuring a corner turning coach, and some players who had paid their dues.   Adkins teams became the powerhouse of the conference and our district of the NAIA.   Adkins and his players were influential ambassadors for soccer’s development in Wilson and eastern North Carolina.

There was a “bell cow” effect.   Coach Carole Mckeel’s   women’s basketball team won it first conference. title.   Women’s volley ball team became a “tough out” in league play. The colorful Jack “Doc” Sanford finished his career coaching baseball, his first love.   A delightful leader in his seventieth year, Doc led a special group of youngsters to another formerly rare conference title. During this period Men’s tennis won 11conference titles and two NAIA team tennis championships (1979 and 1984). The first in North Carolina history.   “This proves to our students we can compete with anybody.”

Indeed a new culture was born in the 70’s ,   No more clear-cut evidence was there than the Hawn trophy finishes. For twenty years our total program’s finish was always dead last. Eighth of eight.    Coach Adkins’ years featured a steady climb in the final standings, While Adkins later entered the private business world, the year after he resigned the college job, the Bulldogs finished a historical #2 Hawn finish.. The year after that they won the outright claim to top sports program in this highly competitive conference.   Subsequently there was a three years stretch of Hawn winners.

*And there are more I remember
And more I could mention
Than words I could write in a song
But I feel them watching
And I see them laughing
And I hear them singing along

Lyle Lovett—FAMILY RESERVE

As you get older memories are about it.   I left the gym in 1985. And I am sure the next years provided many similar and different memories. Gyms are good places. The athletes gave us great games and performances to savor.:   The Dawgs thumping #1 ranked nationally Guilford, featuring Lloyd “World B “Free.   That was a special team” Carraway, Jones, Stallsmith, Gilmore, and Covington. And an injured Coach who chased a referee while confined to a wheel chair.

Our women, valiantly won their rights to the gym, basketball and volleyball.   And gave us great performances.

But there was more than the games. Every birthday my young boys had featured a request to bring their buddies to the gym to play floor hockey. We snuck in on Sundays, or late at night. Talk about a “perk”. Yes, and walking into the hollow gym at 8am hearing Johnson Moore, jr. or a rather large Russell Rawlings, firing away at the rim. “2 for 22!” Johnson said he was HOT!

They changed the name of the college to Barton College. But it’s the same gym. Only it is fifty plus years old and needs a major facelift. The college committed to a total renovation and the whole main floor is now gutted. New floor, bleachers, lighting, scoreboards, computerization, and—AIR CONDITIONING to come.

I appreciate the school’s commitment to my old friend, the gym.

From Jerry McClean’s history of the college.

• Student demand for an on campus gym was widespread.
• The first gym officially opened January, 1935.
• The building cost $15,000. Seating—400.
• Activities included varsity play, physical education classes, boxing, intramurals, and as an auditorium.

Pivotal Sports Moments and Memories 1959-1985

Symbols are important to athletes.   In the early years I spent as a student , and later as a coach, the BOHUNK BUCKET was “…to die for!” As described in detail in BARTON COLLEGE—Our Century, historian Dr. Jerry McClean details this prize as “…a common wooden bucket”, retained by winners of contests between then Atlantic Christian College and East Carolina college. (AC HIGH SCHOOL vs ECTC). This symbol“…served as a strong incentive to players and fans of the schools. Resulting in hotly contested games and close scores”.

In the early 60’s our sister schools in the North State Conference included East Carolina, Appalachain, Western Carolina, Elon, High Point, Catawba, Lenoir Rhyne, Guilford and varying others. The then symbol of excellence was the Hawn Trophy, named after commissioner , Joby Hawn. A point system determined a league all sports winner.

Our school was low key in money and commitment   Granted there were bright moments, but our 8^th of 8 finishes in the Hawn race for more than ten years straight, pointed directly to the proverbial “cows-tail.” Two facilities built in the early 60’s changed this, and my life; the gym and the tennis courts.

In 1972 the college hired David Adkins as the Athletics Director. He also was to coach the newly added soccer team.   David was a quiet leader and a hard worker.   Still he took his licks too, early on.   His first two teams were 1-22.   Team three, however, was 7-5 , featuring a corner turning coach, and some players who had paid their dues.   Adkins teams became the powerhouse of the conference and our district of the NAIA.   Adkins and his players were influential ambassadors for soccer’s development in Wilson and eastern North Carolina.

There was a “bell cow” effect.   Coach Carole Mckeel’s   women’s basketball team won its first conference. title.   Women’s volley team became a “tough out” in league play. The colorful Jack “Doc” Sanford finished his career coaching baseball, his first love.   A delightful leader in his seventieth year, Doc led a special group of youngsters to another formerly rare conference title. During this period Men’s tennis won 11conference titles and two NAIA team tennis championships (1979 and 1984). The first in North Carolina history.   “This proves to our students we can compete with anybody.”

Indeed a new culture was born in the 70’s ,   No more clear-cut evidence was there than the Hawn trophy finishes.   Coach Adkins’ years featured a steady climb in the final standings, While Adkins later entered the private business world, the year after he resigned the college job, the Bulldogs finished a historical #2 Hawn finish.. The year after that they won the outright claim to top sports program in this highly competitive conference.   Subsequently there was a three years stretch of Hawn winners.

Gyms and tennis courts and leaders are important.   The college gym was named Wilson/Alumni Gymnasium. I am grateful to the town and alumni.   And for David Adkins.

“Ninety percent of the time I got in real trouble, my Uncle Si was involved.”)  Jase Robertson of DUCK DYNASTY.

Went to dinner with Margaret’s friend last week.  Nicest place in our neighborhood.   The friend  asked about my non-wine meal?  I have explained this to others, several times.  And wrote a blog article on the same topic (CHATEAU LOW RENT- blog 74).  See https://littlegreenbookoftennis.com/2013/07/26/chateau-low-rent/.

We were all about the same age, and Margaret reminded us of “brown bagging” in the South.  And on to other funny drinking tales.   Today’s  newspaper has a feature on a new bar in Durham highlighting AX THROWING AND BEER DRINKING.  I immediately thought of Pete Craig (“…damn- forty five years ago Pete and I would have been there for opening night, and opening night closing!”)

I began to think of a host of friends.  “Country” Boykin was either head of the class, or it didn’t take long to call the roll.  He concluded “,,,a friend would come get you out of jail, but a true friend would be in the cell with you, saying what a great time that was.”)

Being a minister’s son cramped my earlier childhood, but even at age four I found Billy Fulton who could get me, but more often Tuddy Webster, in deep doo.  And throughout my life, I have loved the funny ones.  Bruno and Dude Brown of teen age.  Creative!   College roommate,  John Eskew, highly qualified, and combined with Dick Knox–lethal.  Jack Boyd was a new level.

Even graduate school.  Took me a semester to find Dick Blackmon.  NCAA wrestling runner-up, who thought PBR and fighting were both blessings.   Full time employment slows most down.  Joe Robinson and living with a liquor salesman did not compute with “slow down”.

Marriage you say?  Newly wed at OLDE TOWNE apartments even showed me trouble, like kudzu, was everywhere.  Gerald “Scope” Wallace and Bob Johnson both in the same apartment  development?  What are the odds.  While most of my other friends were truly afraid of these two,  they were too  much fun.  Rest in peace, you two.

I had these final thoughts:

1.  When guns were involved, I left.
2. .  When COUNTY quit flying lessons, I was happy.
3.  I somehow realized riding with a drunk was as bad as me driving drunk.
4. When Pete moved in with “Mad Dog” McCotter and Watson Hale,  I was overmatched.
5. Drinking takes a lot of time, and it is hard work if you do it right.
6. Moderation never “set in” for me.

Again–Duck Dynasty:  “It is fun if everybody lives!” (Uncle Si).

“We could beat anybody in a gym” Doc Sanford (1984). *

Doctor Jack Sanford was standing at the entrance to the gym watching his baseball team practicing indoors, after a week of rain. I asked him how his team was going to be this year? *See quote above.

Wilson/Alumni gym was named after its two sources of funding, the town and the college. It was built in 1965/66, my second year as a teacher at Atlantic Christian College.   My first year my office was located in the bowels of the “old gym”. The physical education department chair, Ed Cloyd, would come by my office almost daily and suggest we go to the new construction site. He had designed the building and knew where every brick should go.

One day I walked to the new site alone, and met Mr Cloyd coming back toward me. He had tears in his eyes. I asked what was wrong? “They took the wall hung urinals out of the bathrooms.! You can’t clean the floor if the urinals are floor mounted”!

The new gym was his baby.

I never saw a gym that wouldn’t fill up if the door was open.   One grown neighborhood man told me “…if you ask me to leave, I will. But I’ll be back tomorrow. The only thing in life for me is basketball.”

The gym housed classes, games, intramurals, free play, indoor soccer, baseball practice, aerobics and the 12 minute run, concerts, class registrations, the Danish gymnastics team, and others too many to recall. Once a year the North Carolina symphony played for the public schools children in the gym. All day bus loads of fifth graders.   When the crowd after lunch settled in I swear you could smell what was served that day in school cafeterias.

One characteristic was the multitude of different lines in the gym. The main blue lines were for varsity basketball and wider. Red lines marked two cross-courts for free play and class instruction, Yellow lines were boundaries for six badminton courts. White for two volleyball.

I taught eight DIFFERENT classes my first semester. Intramural director and tennis coach tacked on. One class was first aid. Twenty years at 8 am, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.   I have been told about 15 times by a former first aid students that they saved someone’s life, or helped with a major injury or drowning. One student swore they saved their beloved mule with CPR.

Three days a week then, I was one of the first in the gym. The first was “Mr. B”. Mister Bowen had one eye, managed the equipment room and loved Ed Cloyd. He had eleven children, all girls. “We threw the boys away”.   He rode his bike four miles a day to open the gym at 5am. Did that at 85 years of age.

At about seven thirty a.m.(mwf) I’d enter the back door: “Mawnin Mr Tom”. “Morning Mr B.”   The next sound came from the gym floor. The ball would hit the floor, then a diminishing sound of 4 or 5 bounces.   I’d guess to myself whether it was Johnson Moore, or Russell Rawlings (the large one).

I’d say Hey,Russell. Hey coach. Or Hey Johnson, and he’d say “watch this one coach.” And there would go that two hander. How you hitting em , Johnson? I’m 2 for 22. I’m hot!

The gym housed concerts people still talk about. Fleetwood Mac, Ray Charles . I had a new pair of tennis shorts in my unlocked locker that the Tams used to shine their shoes.

Ken Cooper, founder of Aerobics spoke to the entire student body. Better still, Tom Cureton led the volunteer students in a skipping/exercise in circular fashion around the gym floor. One by one they gave out and dropped out until only the 70 year Cureton danced around in a circle. Later we heard that the same thing happened that afternoon at ECTC (now East Carolina university).

As you get older memories are about it. I left the gym in 1985. And I am sure the next years provided many similar and different memories. Gyms are good places.

They changed the name of the college to Barton College. But it’s the same gym. Only it is fifty plus years old and needs a major facelift. The college committed to a total renovation and the whole main floor is now gutted. New floor, bleachers, lighting, scoreboards, computerization, and—AIR CONDITIONING to come.

I appreciate the school’s commitment to my old friend, the gym.

The North Carolina Sports Hall of Fame has just announced its 2014 class.   Wilson, N.C.’s  Lee Gliarmis is one of nine inductees.  WHAT A  GREAT CHOICE.   Boston may have had “Cheers” but Wilson has DICK’S HOT DOG STAND (“…where everyone knows your name”).   Establish in 1921 by Lee’s Father,  it is the heartbeat of the county.   And the straw that stirs the drink is COACH LEE.   Now in his mid-80’s,  this gentle man coached little league football and baseball for untold grateful Wilson youngsters.   The world is a better place in general, and North Carolina and Wilson  in particular, are blessed to have  Lee.  We are all grateful.  Thanks, Coach, and congratulations.

Buddy had flaws, but he got things done. The football stadium at Fike High School bears his name.
He was loud, chubby, smoked constantly, and got right up next to you to talk. With each point of emphasis he’d bump you with her considerable girth.
Buddy ascended to the role of “Godfather” to a Damon Runyan bunch of Southern characters. Here are a couple of “Buddy Stories,: and some of his Wilson “Buddies”.
The UNC Education Foundation booked a trip to Hawaii in 1972, for the “Rainbow” basketball tournament. Carolina fans by the plane full. Imagine. Any- way Margaret and I were asked along with Pete and the Boykins, Faye and “Coun- try.” We were “fillers” to make the required number.
We stayed in the “Royal Hawaiian” or the old pink landmark hotel. It was lovely. Upon checking out Buddy was presented with a bill for 50 cents for each call made within the hotel. This was a policy many hotels instituted later, but it was new to Buddy, who owned “The Heart of Wilson”, Wilson’s top motel.
And it was no small bill. Buddy knew everyone on the plane, orchestrated the whole weeks activities, and talked over the phone constantly anyway.
Buddy confronted the desk clerk. They exchanged arguments. Finally Buddy said, “Well, I own a motel and we certainly don’t charge any such ridiculous fee!”
The clerk puffed up and said, “Sir, is your motel this large?” “The telephones are the same size”, Buddy countered.

I met “COUNTRY” Boykin in 1959.  Earlier today he phoned and wanted to know how I was?

I told him I had a bad head cold.

He said “Yeah, when I first met you I thought to myself,  ‘ sooner or later he’s gonna have trouble with that head!’ “