How I feel about flags and babies

I got to take the Carolina banner off my car over the weekend. The best part was my husband told me to. And, being the devout, obedient wife I am, I was happy to oblige. It’s one of those flags on a little white pole that rolls up into your window and shows your appreciation of a particular team or person. In his case — not mine, as I’m not a Carolina fan by any stretch of the imagination, rather the opposite, since I’m with N.C. State — this flag is a staple of any college basketball or... 

From cotton to towels: Warp and slasher rooms

<i>Fourth in a series</i> By Norris Dearmon For the Kannapolis Citizen This article is an extension of the Spinning Room article, but is usually associated with the Weave Room. It concerns the making of the warp, which goes on the back of the loom. It is called the Slasher Room. The yarn from the Spinning Room can go to two different uses in the Weave Room. One is for filling for use in the shuttle, and the other is for use in the making of the warp. <!–more–> The filling... 

A friend for life — and then some

A lot of things happened five years ago — the most serious being the Pillowtex closing, leaving close to 5,000 people in Cabarrus and Rowan counties without jobs. On a lighter side, five years ago, we started the Kannapolis Citizen. It was a good move for all — readers got a newspaper packed full with Kannapolis news and people. We got something that, to me, is much more rewarding. We got friends. That’s what we here at the Citizen consider all of our readers. Our friends. When we’ve had... 

From cotton to towels

Part 3 in a series By Norris Dearmon For the Kannapolis Citizen By the time the card room had processed the cotton, it is clean and the fibers have been combed into a straight line, ready for the next step in producing yarn. Yarn can be in several stages during the process. Some are loose and thick, like a rope. Others are loose and slender, like a pencil. Finally, it is a thread, but it is all called yarn. First the yarn is run on a Whitin or Saco-Lowell spinning machine where rovin is drafted and... 

Thumbs up, down — Idling trucks waste fuel

By Joanie Morris Kannapolis Citizen • Doug Goodnight called to tell us about a thumbs down he observed in Landis. Work is being done on the railroad crossing there and Goodnight saw one of those trucks that can run on the road or the railroad tracks. “It just sat there and idled for hours,” he said. Goodnight thought added the truck driver should have turned his truck off, because of the waste of fuel. Oil was up $8 a barrel on  Read More →

Cherish and protect your church history

By Norris Dearmon For the Kannapolis Citizen It appears that as we grow older, history has a lot more meaning to us than when we were much younger. I find it interesting that people can suddenly become interested in a particular piece of history. Church history for our local congregations seems to be very popular these days. It may be because some have been around for 100 years or more now and are celebrating their centennial. Some have become concerned about their archives and the possible loss... 

Gin-spinner speeded up thread-making

By Norris Dearmon For the Kannapolis Citizen In the very early beginnings of textiles, everything was made by hand. I remember seeing a pair of hand carding blocks my grandmother had. Her mother had used the blocks in making cloth for many years. The blocks were about 8 or 10 inches long, about 4 inches wide, with handles on each block. On the blocks were rows of small, stiff wires bent on the end to create a kind of comb. By placing cotton or wool on the blocks and pulling it along the two blocks,... 

Remembering — Dirge for Two Veterans

By Walt Whitman The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath, On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking, Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending, Up from the east the silvery round moon, Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon, Immense and silent moon. I see a sad procession, And I hear the sound of coming full-key’d bugles, All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding, As with voices and with tears. I hear the great drums pounding, And... 

There when you need them

A few weeks ago, we had the pleasure — if you want to call it that — of calling 911. Connor had fallen, bumped his head and started crying. Just as suddenly, he passed out. Of course, my husband and I were panicked and I immediately picked up the phone while Corey worked to make sure Connor came to and didn’t go to sleep. I never expected to really need to call 911. I’ve got the number to the police department dispatch on speed dial, and I figured it would be easier to just call them than... 

C.A. Cannon loyalty ran deep here

By Norris Dearmon For the Kannapolis Citizen C.A. Cannon was always loyal to various groups whom he had dealings with. One of his favorites was the Kannapolis Volunteer Fire Department. He loved to show the new equipment, which the company had bought for the department. Of course, the primary function of the department was to protect all of the properties of the company. They also protected other properties with the help of other local fire departments. Most of the volunteers were employees of the... 

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