Loved an article? Have an opinion to express? Want more information? Let us know. Submit letters to the editor here.
Remembering Tate Street
Ah, Tate Street it was a different spot in the '40s and '50s a bakery, a movie theater, a spot to catch the bus downtown, and best of all, the drug store on the corner!
Freshman year a group of us made almost daily pilgrimages to the drug store. It was there that I discovered pineapple sundaes had so many there that I haven't had one since! It was there, too, that I purchased a glass ashtray with the W.C. emblem painted on it for the huge sum of 10 cents and it's still unbroken! Think I ought to offer it up for the archives?
Melrose Moore Stocks '50
When I first visited campus, I went to Addam's Bookstore and bought my first UNCG T-shirt. It said UNCG Division I in 1991. I had quite a few classes on that side of campus so I would hang out and look at cards and posters in The Corner. I also enjoyed Tate Street Coffee which catered to the college crowd. It was also great having the restaurants close by if you wanted something different from the Caf food from time to time. I also remember the festivals that would go on, usually in the spring down there. When I first arrived at UNCG, I was told not to go to Tate Street alone at night due to crime. Fortunately, I never experienced that side of Tate Street as I used caution and never went alone late at night. My fondest memory, however, would be at New York Pizza where I had my first legal beer at midnight on my 21st birthday.
Leonard Mansfield '94, '98 MS
While there are several items in the UNCG Magazine which I enjoyed in this last volume (Spring 2010), I did think that there would be more copy geared toward the classes which are about to have their reunions. The Class of '65 was starting to stir toward the Women's Movement. There were less than 16 African Americans (to which you offered nearly all the significant coverage in this issue) out of several thousand women. We were beginning to wear our hair longer, to think more about ourselves and what we would do in the future, and we were the generation out of which the Women's Movement for equality of the sexes (feminism) came.
It is as if the things which concerned us in those classes which are having reunions did not matter. The Classes of '35, '40 and '45 were part of the Greatest Generation and a goodly number of them did something to aid their country through World War II. There is a Women Veterans Historical Project in the Library which celebrates this sort of patriotism and bravery. The Class of '60 and even more, the Class of '65, were beginning to awaken to the potential of women in our society. Where is anything on them? Surely, these women went into professions open only to males in the past. We joined the military and served in the Vietnam Conflict, joined professions which were previously closed to women. Further, UNCG, as a mostly female institution, put young women into positions of leadership from which they would benefit greatly in the future.
While you may think that the only significant civil rights movement concerned African Americans, you would be sadly mistaken, and it would be really puzzling that a previously all-women's school such as UNCG does not pay homage to the Women's Movement and to the World War II generation. You show a callous lack of understanding of history and monumental insensitivity.
Charlotte Holder Clinger '65
Colonel, USAF (Ret)
When Obama won the election, I was awake until dawn choked with the memory of my days in 1963 at WC, when our own nigrah's (as they were then known) were not allowed to eat, drink or go to the movies with us whites, and we picketed the Apple House coffee shop, the Red Door and The Cinema; sang We Shall Overcome with lumps in our throats. At the time most southern girls wore wrap-around skirts, circle (known as virgin) pins, paisley blouses, while I, a Yankee/Jew, wore sandals and a faux-Pucci dress that came in a can. We were warned by the police not to respond to anyone or anything no matter how menacing the taunt, for fear of inciting violence toward us, not even to the white women from the neighborhood who carried umbrellas to shield their delicate white skins from the sun as they walked up to our picket line to spit in our faces.
I was moved to read Turning the Corner on Tate Street because it is a good thing that some of these consequential times and the people whose faces were spat on are remembered.
Alison Leslie Gold
(formerly Alison Greenwald, Kirkland Hall)
Bravo! Yet another stellar issue of the UNCG Magazine! I was looking forward to Letters of Intent and was not disappointed. Then there was Tate Street, a bonus surprise. Well done! But the Horn was a sensory thrill. I put my copy of Kind of Blue on the CD player, my fingers on the photograph of the horn, and read the story with tears in my eyes. But the delight of all delights: the lovely picture of Hilda Fountain who still lives around the corner from my childhood home in High Point. I immediately called her and we had a rollicking visit talking about our exploits growing tomatoes and her son, Stuart, who is a contemporary of mine.
You have no idea of the pleasure your inspired work has given.
Nancy Doggett Rigby '57
My issue came today, and I sat down and read it from cover to cover. You and the staff did a marvelous job. I'm a jazz fan and was delighted to find that the history about Miles' horn has been confirmed and that Buddy Gist is being well cared for.
The article about how integration occurred was informative and uplifting. I am proud to be associated with WC, UNCG and the wonderful things the school stands for.
Elizabeth Betty Little '56
Editor's note: Buddy Gist passed away April 18. A memorial service was held in the School of Music Organ Hall. We were saddened by his passing but grateful others got to know his amazing story in his last few months.