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"C'mon Sally, wake up," Felicity's voice fluttered through and interrupted Sally's deep sleep. She groaned with contempt, "You promised you'd help me make breakfast, now get up!" Felicity urged.

Sally scoffed and threw the quilt down, her eyes prying open to stare blankly at the rust-riddled ceiling of their bunk room. Felicity was already hopping around on one-socked foot as she hurriedly dressed herself.

"What day is it?" Sally croaked.

Felicity sighed, "Magnificent Monday,"

"Oh, fuck that," she turned over in her bunk and pulled the quilt up again.

Magnificent Monday was an event the lads put on every six months, giving 200 contest winners -- yes, 200 people -- an afternoon to spend and tour the tanker. Sally had been around for two of these Mondays already, and she dreaded them each time. A hoard of strangers running up and down the halls, ripping through their inventory of music, crowding the sound booths, and screaming so damn loudly Sally wanted to walk the bloody plank.

"Nope! C'mon!" Felicity tore the quilt away, much to Sally's chagrin.

"Oi!"

"You'd promise you'd help me!"

"Alright! Alright!" Sally finally sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "I'm up, already,"

The girls had been working all morning to fix up snacks for the contest winners. And sure enough, 11:30 on the nose, three large boats pulled up hauling demon-like hoards of screaming guys and girls. The lads of course were on pins and needles, egos at the ready to be stroked like their -- well, finish that sentence how you'd like.

While Felicity was finishing plating snack trays, Sally ventured out to the deck. She slid through the crowd, it was easy considering everyone's attention was pointed to Quentin as he welcomed them aboard.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our boat of bliss!" he shouted jovially amongst the high-pitched chaos. Carl and Kevin watched from the railing, the joviality rubbing off on Carl. This was probably the most exciting thing he'd taken part in for as long as he could remember, his eyes stayed glued to Quentin as he introduced the DJs out.

"And here are your guides for the day: the Count himself!"

And true to his nature, the Count sauntered out with a cigarette between his lips, followed by the ever suave "Gavin Cavanaugh! The legendary Simple Simon Swafford!"

Simon ran out with a clown horn, the honking lost amongst the cheering.

"The magnificent Doctor Dave! Mr. Bob Silman the Dawn Treader! And motor mouth: Midnight Mark!" the pitch of excitement raised an octave when Mark appeared, as though the cheering hadn't already reached its limit.

"Our man with the news, Mr. Subtle Sectionalist himself: John Mayford!" John blushed bashfully as he made eye contact with some girls, he took off his specs to wipe the fog away. Sally found it endearing.

"And last but not least," Quentin finally announced, "Angus Nutty Nutsford!"

Angus came jumping out like a clown from a pea-sized car, however much to his chagrin, and some of the other lads' amusement, the cheering immediately died down as soon as Angus appeared. Even as Simon and the Count tried to give him some applause and praise, nothing budged the sea of unimpressed fans.

Carl jumped when Sally suddenly spoke up from between him and Kevin, "Well, that's an unsurprising disappointment,"

"Where'd you come from?" he queried.

"South Shields. And you?" a playful grin sat on her face. Carl simpered quietly, drowned out however as the screaming started up once again as Quentin rolled off the day's itinerary.

The afternoon went just as Sally had expected; throngs of starry-eyed fans running up and down the halls and absolutely loosing their minds at watching the DJs at work. And of course the lads held nothing back when it came to showing off.

When Sally explained to Carl how chaotic these Mondays could be, he thought she was being dramatic. However, he found his ears hadn't stopped ringing through the whole of his and Simon's tour of the boat.

Despite the play and debauchery going on above, Sally still had to get the inventory ready for the late night and early morning shows. So, she continued to haul vinyls by the box load between the studios while the boys had the masses occupied elsewhere. However, she was none the wiser when two young men, one a pale ginger and the other a floppy-haired blonde, slipped into the studio, eyeing the place around before they inevitably focused in on Sally flipping through records.

The blonde, a tad more confident than his ginger counterpart, quickly checked his breath and smoothed out his hair before approaching her cooly.

"Excuse me, love! Are you lost?" he questioned. Sally paused momentarily, rolling her eyes before feigning innocence.

"I don't think so," she replied, batting her lashes sweetly, "This is the DJs' booths, right?"

"Well, sure!" the ginger interjected, "But the rest of the tour is over for this segment. The rest of the party is upstairs,"

"We can take you back, if you'd like?" the blonde grinned.

Sally gasped audibly, "Wait, wait -- do you guys work here?" she asked, "Like, actually?"

"Why, of course!" the ginger leaned against Harold's stereo set up. The poor lad would have a fit if he saw the sweaty knucklehead smothering over his equipment, "We know every inch of this boat!"

His blonde mate sauntered closer to Sally, his eyes fluttering low, "You know, we'd be happy to give you the private tour, if you're interested,"

Sally would've bursted out laughing if she wasn't having so much fun putting them on. And here, she thought the lads were shitty flirts...

"Oh my God! That would be great! Except, oh wait -- I don't need a tour because I've already worked a year on this fucking boat!" she revealed.

Both of them took on the classic deer-in-headlights face, the blonde eerily silent while the ginger sputtered out some sort of retort.

"Hold on -- you work on this boat?" his eyebrows popped up.

"Crazy, innit?" Sally simpered, "And you two ain't the first twats trying to get an easy lay on these tours, neither. Nice try, though," she noted the ginger was still leaning against the stereo, "Please, don't touch the equipment,"

The ginger scoffed bitterly, however his mate had a different idea. After all, he was a man and this girl, though harbouring a sour attitude and dressed in ragged slacks and fuzzy pull over, was very pretty.

"Well, then -- how about you give us the tour, instead?" he suggested, "You probably know all the best secret spots on this tin can, eh?"

Sally rolled her eyes, "You couldn't pay me enough," despite her exterior confidence, she didn't like the dark shadow in this lad's eyes. And he towered over her, and even if she screamed it was slim to none that anyone with any common sense would hear her and come to her rescue.

"Oh, c'mon lass. Don't be that way. We won't bite ya too hard," he assured.

Carl meanwhile slipped into the studio, at Gavin's request to fetch his fedora. However, neither the strange lads nor Sally noticed him slip in. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to see these boys were trying to gang up on her.

"I said no," she huffed, "Now buzz off or I'll have you thrown overboard,"

"Oh aye?" the ginger simpered, "You and what army, eh? It's just you and us in this sodded shit hole,"

Carl's mouth moved before he could think straight, "And me!" he called.

The three of them turned around, all of them equally surprised to see Carl standing there. However Sally couldn't hide the relief on her face when she met his gaze.

"And who are you? The janitor?" the blonde questioned.

"Reckon he's here to swab the deck," the ginger grumbled.

Now, Carl wasn't the best when it came to confrontation. He'd been that way all his life, whether it came to school ground bullies or fessing up to his mum about his illicit extra curriculars, confrontation and being confronted turned Carl into a babbling mess. Still time however was different; he held his head high, straightened out his posture to take on some thread of authority. Though he supposed these boys probably had a few years on him, anyhow.

"I-It doesn't matter who I am," he started shakily, "What's important is that my -- shipmate," he pointed to Sally, "Asked you to leave her alone. A-And you'll do bloody well to do as she asks,"

Despite her slim hopes, Sally hung her head, figuring she was doomed. She admired Carl's effort, but he was about as threatening as a beach ball.

The blonde almost began to laugh at the scrawnier boy, "You tryna make a funny? I'll snap you like a toothpick," he took a step forward, to which Carl immediately took two steps back.

"You come within five feet of me and I'll be out the door and telling Quentin about what you sods are trying to pull before you can even get your zippers down. He'll be more than happy to kick you off the boat,"

That however seemed to get their attention. And Carl did have a point; he was close enough to the door he could make a mad dash and find someone who would really mess up the lads' day. Sally awaited anxiously, her gaze flickering between the two lads and Carl.

The boys glanced to each other, as though sharing the same thought and started for the door, "Fair enough, mate. We don't want no trouble, eh?" the ginger assured.

"She's all yours," the blonde spat begrudgingly. They sauntered out without another word. It was then Carl's shoulders dropped and he could visibly relax. He'd never had the balls to stand up for himself in a fight, though he supposed standing up for his friend was a different story. He couldn't fight for shit and he wasn't very fast, but like hell he would've let those lunatics have their way with Sally.

He turned his attention to Sally, who continued to stay put on her spot, watching the door like a vicious hawk. Carl approached her cautiously and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. That took her out of her headspace immediately.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

She nodded quickly, her anxious frown replaced with that fronted grin, "Yeah, I've dealt with worse,"

He wanted to smile and join her, but his chest ached a little at that. Sally had regaled him with a couple stories of her father's beligerance; those two sods were likely a walk in the park in comparison.

She then did something he didn't expect; Carl was nearly thrown off balance as Sally hugged him tightly. Her actions betrayed the content expression on her face, and he hugged her back.

"Thank you, Carl,"

The rest of the peanut gallery tour had gone off without a hitch, save for the fact that Mark had persuaded more than half of the young ladies to join him in his room for some nautical sexual saturnalia. Needless to say, Carl was overcome with disbelief and a spark of jealousy as he peeked past a confrontational, albeit impressed Quentin as he told Mark and the ladies it was time for them to leave.

Summer was just around the corner, though spring continued to cling on with its frigid ocean breezes. The lads were having a round of cards in the mess hall, trying to recover from their previous night of drunken debauchery on the town while Gavin was smack dab in his broadcast. Carl had taken instead to spend some time with Sally. They were sequestered in his room; leaving the door cracked open mind you so the lads passing by wouldn't get any ideas.

Carl was sat up against his pillow, legs crossed while he fiddled with his lighter. He was silent as he listened to Sally read aloud from Dune. Her typically harsh Northern accent was softened, dripping like sweet honey with a performative quality in her tone.

His eyes flitted over the pilling fabric hairs hanging from her jumper collar, picking out the golden highlights in her hair, and glossing over the cuts and scratches in her knuckles. She appeared so sweet, a side of her Carl imagined not many of the lads got to see. Sally was relaxed around him, she herself would admit it was easy to be so around Carl. Perhaps because they were so close in age she didn't feel so looked down upon like she did with the other men. Nobody on the boat had ever taken an interest in Sally's books and life the way that Carl had; she appreciated him immensely for it.

A predatory look filled the old woman's features. She lifted her right hand away from the box and poised the hand close to the side of Paul's neck. He saw a glint of metal there and started to turn toward it.

"Stop!" she snapped.

Using the Voice again! He swung his attention back to her face.

"I hold at your neck the gom jabbar," she said. "The gom jabbar, the high-handed enemy. It's a needle with a drop of poison on its tip. Ah-ah! Don't pull away or you'll feel that poison."

Paul tried to swallow in a dry throat. He could not take his attention from the seamed old face, the glistening eyes, the pale gums around silvery metal teeth that flashed as she spoke.

"A duke's son must know about poisons," she said. "It's the way of our times, eh? Musky, to be poisoned in your drink. Aumas, to be poisoned in your food. The quick ones and the slow ones and the ones in between. Here's a new one for you: the gom jabbar. It kills only animals."

Pride overcame Paul's fear. "You dare suggest a duke's son is an animal?" he demanded.

"Let us say I suggest you may be human,"

Carl simpered under his breath, though loud enough for Sally to take heed. She turned to him curiously, "What? You find maniacal old women with poison needles funny?" she asked.

"No," he shook his head, "I just -- you know, you get really into the story. It's more fun when you read it," he replied.

Sally fought hard to let her lips turn up in a smile, a fight she ultimately lost as she glared at him, "Well... gotta' find some way to make you pay attention, don't I?" she countered.

"You don't have to do much," he let slip.

She averted her eyes back to the page, desperately skimming for her lost spot and praying Carl wouldn't notice the red tinting her cheeks and nose. Carl meanwhile tried not to squirm in his seat, internally scolding himself. He hoped he hadn't sounded like a major sod when he spoke.

Sally finally found her place again and was about to start reading, when there was suddenly a soft knock at the door. Carl sat up and Sally scooted away as Simon peeked his head in, his smile reminiscent of the daft dwarf from Snow White.

"Hey guys!" he almost sang.

"Simon," Carl stood up to greet him, "What can we do for you?"

"Well, Carl... my mate... my best mate," Simon took him by the neck, "I've got some news! I don't know why I'm singing, I can't even -- the words are coming out in tune! I'm so happy!" he looked to Sally who was doing her best not to laugh, intrigued and elated nonetheless to see Simon so excited.

"If I were the Count right now, I would definitely use the F-word to describe the level of this good news!" he started singing again, and Carl began to laugh, "Oh, come hug me! Come hug me, lad!" and he pulled the younger boy in for a hug.

"What is it?" Carl finally asked.

The disbelief was still clear in Simon's eyes as he turned back to Sally, "I'm getting married! To a woman!" and how hard she tried not to let the smile sink from her face. Simon had met a woman? When? Where? How?

When Simon had gotten his faculties together and his singing under control, he had rushed up to the mess hall to announce his nuptials to the boys. Of course, they applauded him as soon as he had announced it, while Mark couldn't seem to give a flying you know what as he lit up his cigarette.

"And give her one for the Nutster!" Angus called out.

Simon, rightfully so, shook his head, " -- I-I won't,"

"Well, what's the lovely lady's name?" Gavin asked.

"Elenore. She's an American!" he boasted.

God help us, Sally thought to herself.

Quentin had appeared in the doorway as the hype had settled down, "Well, I hope you all appreciate what this means? From next Saturday there will, for the first time, be a woman living on the boat. No offence meant, ladies," he nodded to Sally and Felicity.

"Oh, none taken, Quentin," Sally grinned scornfully.

"Me neither. I'm actually quite excited about it," Felicity added.

"Now, hands off, you lesbian!" Angus scolded at her playfully. Sally kept her mouth shut as the lads made some smaller quips and jokes.

Quentin continued, "But Elenore, of course, will be totally exclusive to her lucky husband here. I hope you gentlemen can take it," and he sauntered off again.

"For my eyes only!" Simon bragged.

"May I just say --" the Count cut in, "now that Quentin has departed, one word which I believe is the only word that now matters? And that word is..." he stared at Simon with a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

Simon nodded calmly, blushing nearly as he spoke, "Matrimony,"

He was close, as the Count suddenly shouted "STAG!" garnering cheers and applause from the rest of the boys. Carl of course was intrigued, his mind spinning with all the options of drunken debauchery they may get into.

As the hype died down, everyone's attention turned back to Angus. He had poised his hands on his head, fingers splayed out as he rocked back and forth and made the most obscene noises. Everybody was perplexed nonetheless, and Sally began to laugh. It took a moment before Simon could register what it was Simon was trying to do.

"Oh, he's a stag!" he realized, "I thought he was having a seizure! He's okay. He's fine!"

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Jan. 8, 2020: Obituaries

Ellen Turner, 88

Mrs. Ellen Roten Turner, age 88 of North Wilkesboro passed away Saturday, January 4, 2020 at Wilkes Senior Village.

Graveside services will be held 1:00 PM Wednesday, January 8, at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Lincolnton with Rev. Kenny Roten officiating. Mrs. Turner was born April 29, 1931 in Wilkes County to Joe and Bessie Eller Roten.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by six brothers and one sister.

She is survived by one son; Floyd E. Roten and wife Judy N. Roten of Wilkesboro, two grandchildren; Amber Johnson and husband Ken of Wilkesboro, Floyd J. Roten and wife Rebekah of Mebane, nine great grandchildren; Titus, Kaden, Silas, Masyn and Mia Johnson of Wilkes County, Jaxon Floyd Roten of Mebane, Evyn R. Wyatt, Xander C. Wyatt and Max Craft of Millers Creek, one sister; Alice Whitley of Wilkesboro and one brother; Henrey Roten and wife Delores of Kannapolis.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Brenner's Children Hospital, Medical Center Blvd., Winston-Salem, NC 27157.

Cynthia Wingler, 78

Cynthia Rector Wingler, our sweet Nana, peacefully went to her eternal home on January 3, 2020 at the, as she said, "older than dirt" age of 78. She was surrounded by her "best buddies" in her home when her gentle spirit was released from her well-worn shell. She said, "If I knew I was gonna live this long I would've taken better care of myself." We're convinced she left before having to face another cold winter, "Oooshie!"

Cynthia was born to Kermit Rector and Louise Davis Rector on July 25, 1941 in Huntersville, NC. The reunion party has now begun with her parents and her humble big brother, Rev. Dean Rector and her best friend and identical twin sister, Sylvia Rector Caudill.

As a devoted and patient caregiver, Cynthia proudly served as an anesthetist for over 30 years at the Wilkes and surrounding area hospitals. She left a lasting legacy of how grueling long hours can successfully be faced with the utmost safety and infectious laughter. She managed to do so while always looking her best with every hair in place. Thanks, Louise Eller!

Her son, David Wingler (the "thorn and her rose"), and daughter-in-law, Anita Wingler (she always liked her best:) as well as her two granddaughters, Caitlin and Kaleigh Wingler (that she loved the absolute most) will miss the daily excuse to eat ice cream, "Yummy, yummy". She also leaves behind: brother-in-law Delmar Caudill, nephew Terry Rector (wife Vickie), and niece Kim Rector as well as her great nieces, nephews, and friends.

A family graveside service will be held and a Celebration of Life event will take place when it's not so cold outside. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital.

In her memory, make someone laugh today (preferably in the most inappropriate time). Laughter is the closest distance between two people.

JoAnn Blackburn, 76

Mrs. JoAnn Holleman Blackburn, age 76 of Roaring River, died Friday, January 3, 2020 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Funeral services will be 2:00 PM Wednesday, January 8, at Roaring River Baptist Church with Rev. Mark Wood officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery.

Mrs. Blackburn was born April 28, 1943 in Wilkes County to James E. and Hazel Love Holleman. JoAnn was a loving wife, mother, grandmother, sister and mother-in-law. She was a member of Roaring River Baptist Church and a devoted servant of Christ.

She was preceded in death by her parents; one sister, Carol Joy Holleman; and two brothers, James "Pete" Monroe Holleman and Bill Holleman.

She is survived by her husband, Charlie Uelius Blackburn, of the home; one daughter, Mary Ann Blackburn, of the home; one son, Randy Neal Blackburn and wife, Joan, of Greensboro; two grandchildren, Alexandra Nicole Blackburn and Garrett Davis Blackburn; and one sister, Mary Edith Sparks of Roaring River.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials made to Roaring River Baptist Church, 312

White Plains Road, Roaring River NC 28669.

Frances Henderson, 92

Mrs. Frances Virginia Miller Henderson, age 92 of Moravian Falls, passed away Friday, January 3, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

Funeral services were January 5, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Karen Roberts and Mr. Chuck Byers officiating. Burial was in Mountlawn Memorial Park.

Mrs. Henderson was born February 19, 1927 in Wilkes County to Mayford Rotan Miller and Evelyn Harless Miller. Along with her husband, L. R. Henderson, Frances was co-owner and operator of Lithia Springs Greenhouses, where the couple made their living for more than 30 years. Mrs. Henderson loved her family, classical music, gardening, bird-watching, and was an avid Jeopardy fan. She was a member of the Wilkesboro United Methodist Church.

She was preceded in death by her parents, husband; Lucius Ruffin Henderson (L.R.), three brothers; Sam Miller, Max Miller and Steve Miller and a grandson; Thomas Blaine Henderson.

Mrs. Henderson is survived by a son; Zach Henderson of Moravian Falls, a grandson; Daniel Henderson and wife Rayetta of Wilmington, two great grandchildren; Cole and Reagan, three sisters; Rebecca Holshouser, Shirley Wayland and Sandra Miller and three brothers; Barry Miller, Mike Miller and Tim Miller. The family will accept flowers.

Georgia Faw, 90

Mrs. Georgia Mae Faw, age 90 passed away surrounded by her loving family after an extended illness on January 1, 2020. Georgia was born on September 26, 1929 in Wilkes County to George Odell and Ella Mae Day Moore. She lived in the Brushy Mountain Community of Wilkes County her entire life with the exception of a short time when she and husband, John Winfred Faw, lived in Blowing Rock, NC when they first married.

Georgia was preceded in death by her parents, George "Odell" and Ella Moore, a brother, Paul Moore, a sister, Altha Lee McNeil, an infant brother, Howard, and her husband, John Winfred Faw. Georgia is survived by her children, Anita Crunk (Sid) of Moravian Falls, NC, Richard Faw and longtime companion, LouAnn Thompson, of Kannapolis, NC. She is also survived by her granddaughters, Sarah Brame (Phillip) of Winston-Salem, NC, Emily Crunk of Concord, NC, Tamara Faw of Wilkesboro, NC, and Tesha Hammonds (Chris) of North Wilkesboro, NC, a brother, Jack Moore, of Yadkinville, NC, and 7 great grandchildren.

A native of Wilkes County, NC she and her husband, John Winfred Faw, married on July 9, 1946 and were married 61 years prior to his death on September 22, 2007. She would often joke that her age was the only lie she ever told since John was her sweetheart throughout his time serving in World War II and they got married as soon as he was discharged from the army, going to York, SC to elope when she was 16 years old. They lived for a time in Blowing Rock shortly after they were married but came back to Wilkes County to build their home in the 1950s. Georgia wanted children more than anything and God blessed her with two, a son and daughter.

Georgia wanted to be a stay-at-home mom when her children were young but, upon her youngest child starting school at Wilkesboro Elementary School, Georgia began employment in the Wilkesboro School Cafeteria and worked there throughout the entire time her children were in school. Since cooking for others was the highlight of her life, she began work at the Northwestern Bank Cafeteria after her youngest child graduated from high school. When the bank cafeteria closed, she then began work at the Cottage House Restaurant and ended her employment years at Lowes Midtown Plaza in the deli. She left public employment to babysit her daughter's two children which Georgia always said was the best job she ever had. Since John and Georgia's home was always the place for her children's friends to "hang out" when they were young, Georgia enjoyed the same with her grandchildren and had some of their friends who stayed with her as well.

Georgia was an active member of New Hope Baptist Church in the Brushy Mountain Community as long as her health allowed. She loved attending church and her church family was important to her. Most importantly, she loved her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and served him in many ways over her lifetime from playing the autoharp with her father playing guitar in her younger days to teaching Sunday school, working with Vacation Bible School, working with the Women's Missionary Union, helping to prepare meals and chaperoning youth trips, among other things.

With two heart attacks in the summer of 2016 started the decline of her health and she lived at home with assistance until July 2018 when she went to Villages of Wilkes Traditional Living. There she made friends who will always be dear to the heart of her family.

Funeral Services were January 5, at New Hope Baptist Church in the Brushy Mtn. Community with Rev. Michael Blevins, Rev. Jonah Parker, and Rev. Scott Church officiating.

In lieu of flowers, the family request memorials be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health Hospice. 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, N.C. 28697 or New Hope Baptist Church, 9134 Brushy Mtn. Road, Moravian Falls, N.C. 28654.

Willard Lane, Jr, 73

Mr. Willard Lane, Jr, age 73, of Boomer, passed away Wednesday, January 1, 2020 at

his home.

Memorial services were January 6, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Shane Pardue officiating.

Mr. Lane was born October 9, 1946 in Wilkes County to Willard and Gladys Holder Lane. He was a United States Postal Employee for 42 years.

He was preceded in death by his father.

Mr. Lane is survived by his mother; Gladys Holder Lane of Moravian Falls, a sister; Judy Lane Bell and husband, Brad of Moravian Falls, two brothers; Ron Lane of Denton, NC and Mike Lane and companion, Jennifer Leone of Siler City, NC. a longtime friend and partner; Sandra Howell and a niece; Tracey Bell Repetto.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Humane Society of Wilkes PO Box 306 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Allen McManus, 67

Mr. Allen Dale McManus, age 67 of Boomer, passed away Tuesday, December 31, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Hospital in Winston Salem.

Memorial services were January 4, at Congo Pentecostal Holiness Church with Pastor Luke Pyles officiating.

Mr. McManus was born September 7, 1952 in Wilkes County to Jessie Howard McManus and Gewenith Worley McManus.. Allen received an Associate Degree in Physical Education from Wilkes Community College. He retired from Arlington Cemetery as the Director of Environmental Services. His many achievements included IEHA Director of Middle Atlantic District, Triad Chapter President for eight years, served as an officer for over 30 years in the Environmental Services Profession. Allen enjoyed playing golf, fishing and spending time with his family. Mr. McManus loved going to his church; Congo Pentecostal Holiness Church.

He was preceded in death by his parents and a brother; Vernon McManus.

Mr. McManus is survived by his wife; Princess Darlene Gwyn McManus of the home, three sons; Russ McManus of Woodbury, TN, Rocky McManus of North Wilkesboro and Brannon McManus of North Wilkesboro, a daughter; Kayla McManus Wilson and husband Quincy of Pfafftown, two step children; Megan Cox and Christy Cox both of Mt. Airy and a sister; Debby Nunn and husband Sam of Wilkesboro and eight grandchildren.

The family requests that in lieu of flowers, memorials be made to Congo Pentecostal Holiness Church c/o Linda Huffman 287 Cactus Lane Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Brenda Hall-Cashion

Brenda Hall-Cashion of Wilkesboro died December 31, 2019.

She was born August 22, 1945 in Elkin, North Carolina to Frances Shumate Hall and Claude M. Hall.

Mrs. Hall-Cashion graduated from Wilkes Central High School and attended Brevard College. She was a member of North Wilkesboro Presbyterian Church. She was Secretary-Treasurer and part owner of Tar Heel Oil, Colonial Distributors, Mountain Oil, and Hall Petroleum until the sale of these companies in 2008. She continued to work with Tar Heel Oil until her retirement in 2016. Brenda (better known as Mimi to her grandchildren) had lots of love for her family and her many dear friends. She was preceded in death by her parents.

Surviving are her husband, Neil G. Cashion, Jr; and children - Maria Elledge Nesselrotte; Brandon Hall Elledge and wife, Amy; and Cathy Cashion St. John and husband, Michael.

She is also survived by six grandchildren: Dylan Hall Nesselrotte, Brenna Elizabeth Nesselrotte, Brooks Hall Elledge, Barrett Claude Elledge, Katie Elizabeth St. John, and Lindsey Olivia St. John.

She is also survived by her brother, Ted M. Hall and wife, Jackie and her twin sister, Linda Hall Lankford and husband Gerald - all of North Wilkesboro.

A memorial service was January 4, at North Wilkesboro Presbyterian Church with Dr. Rob Evans and Rev. R.C. Griffin officiating.

A private entombment was at Scenic Memorial Gardens Mausoleum.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to: FRAXA (Fragile X) Research,10 Prince Place, Suite 203, Newburyport, MA 01950. In honor of Brenda Hall-Cashion

Or to: Child Abuse Prevention Team 203 East Main Street Wilkesboro, NC 28697 In honor of Brenda Hall-Cashion

Howard Triplett, 83

Mr. Howard "Trip" Baker Triplett, age 83, formerly of Wilkes County passed away Monday, December 30, 2019 in Melbourne, FL.

Funeral services will be held 3:00 PM Sunday, January 12, 2020 at Lewis Fork Baptist Church with Rev. Dwayne Andrews and Rev. Sherrill Wellborn officiating. Burial will be in Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church Cemetery. The family will receive friends from 2:00 until 3:00 PM prior to the service at the church.

Howard was born April 10, 1936 in Wilkes County to Grace Baker and James Ruffin Triplett, Jr. He retired from Lowe's Home Improvement and was a graduate of Mount Pleasant High School and studied at Appalachian State University. He was a member of Mount Pleasant Masonic Lodge, Scottish Rite of Freemasonry and was a Shriner for many years. He was also in the North Carolina National Guard. He was instrumental in establishing The Champion Fire Department in 1973 and was the fire chief at Champion from 1976 until 1980. In recent years he served on the Board of Directors.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his wife of 45 years; Hazel Sue Triplett and a sister; Mary Francis Triplett.

He is survived by his wife of 13 years; Janette New-Triplett of Melbourne, FL, two daughters; Melissa Triplett Berger and husband Bruce of Auburn, AL, Jennifer Triplett Hollar and husband Craig of Wilkesboro, step-son; Charles New and wife Kathleen of Orlando, FL, step-daughter; Elaine New of Melbourne, FL, eleven grandchildren, four great grandchildren and two brothers; Jimmy and Franklin Triplett of Wilkesboro and many nieces and nephews.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Lewis Fork Baptist Church, 395 Lewis Fork Baptist Church Road, Purlear, NC 28665 or Champion Fire Department Firemen Fund, 439 Champion-Mt. Pleasant Road, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Doris Huggins, 86

Doris Walsh Huggins, 86 of Ferguson, gloriously entered her heavenly home after a long battle with Parkinson's Disease on Monday, December 30, 2019. Doris was born May 18, 1933 in Ferguson, North Carolina. She was a member of Elk Baptist Church and a former member of First Baptist Church of Apopka, Florida. Doris was a life-long learner of the Bible and enjoyed sharing her faith with others. Doris graduated from Appalachian State University in 1956 with a degree in Elementary Education. She taught in North Carolina, California and Florida. She retired from Orange County Public Schools having taught thirty-four years at Dream lake Elementary. Doris instilled character and respect by reading the Bible to her students daily. She loved being an educator and helping children to learn and grow. Doris was a devoted wife to Bill Huggins, a wonderful mother of two sons, and a loving sister to three siblings.

Doris is survived by her two sons; Morris Wayne Huggins of Ferguson, and Marshall Huggins and wife Karen of Orlando, Florida, four grandchildren; Jeremy Huggins, Josh Huggins, Autumn Huggins and Henry Huggins; a great granddaughter, Cloey Huggins, a sister, Phyllis Page; two brothers; George T. (Champ) Walsh and wife Louise, and Floyd E. Walsh and wife Wanda.

Doris was preceded in death by her husband William L. (Bill) Huggins, her father Sidney M. Walsh, and her mother Faye T. Walsh.

A celebration of life was January 4, 2020 at Rock Spring Baptist Church in Darby, NC. The family will receive friends at the church beginning at 2 PM, with the celebration of life to begin at 3 PM. The family is requesting in lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to The Parkinson's Foundation, The MSA Coalition, and Caldwell Hospice and Palliative Care.

The family would like to express their appreciation to Caldwell Hospice and Palliative care and their gratitude to Patty Howell, Eileen Cabrera, and Barbie Paisley for the outstanding care they provided.

David Dancy, Jr. 32

Mr. David Earl Dancy, Jr. age 32 of Hays, passed away Tuesday, December 30, 2019 at Atrium Health Care in Charlotte in the arms of his fiancé; Melanie Boll and his grandmother; Doris Dancy with his best friend; John Johnson by his side.

Funeral services were January 2, at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home Chapel with Pastor Jason Seth Whitley officiating. Burial will be in Mountlawn Memorial Park.

Mr. Dancy was born March 20, 1987 in Iredell County to David Earl Dancy, Sr. and Marisa Beshears Dancy. He worked for Lowes Consolidated. David attended North Wilkes High School and Wilkes Community College.

He was preceded in death by his father; David Earl Dancy, Sr. and his grandfather; Clyde Dancy.

Mr. Dancy is survived by his fiancé; Melanie Boll, his grandmother; Doris Dancy and his mother; Marisa Beshears Dancy.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Donor's Choice. The family requests no food.

Myrna Mishler, 66

Mrs. Myrna Margaret Tidey Mishler, 66, entered her heavenly home on December 18, 2019. Her life longtime faith in Christ gave her peace in her passing after her short battle with cancer. As a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister and friend, she will be deeply missed.

Myrna was born on January 8, 1953 in Cadillac, Mi to her parents, Fredrick H and Margaret (Crouse) Tidey. She was the second of the "Tidey girls" and was raised by her loving grandparents, Yale and Sara Tidey. Myrna attended Manton Consolidated Schools and graduated in 1971.

Myrna dedicated her life to Jesus and was a faithful servant. She was a member of Cherry Grove Baptist Church in Moravian Falls. She loved to serve by playing the piano, singing in the choir, working bus ministries, teaching children and most of all making special gifts for all her "grandchildren" and friends. The family would like to thank Pruitt Health Hospice for there care.

Myrna is preceded in death by her parents, grandparents, Yale and Sara Tidey and Kenneth and Evelyn Crouse; brothers, Fredrick S. Tidey, Tim Tidey.

Myrna is survived by her loving husband James "Jim" of 48 years; son, Jim (Erin Lund) of South Haven, MI; daughter, Kimberly (Cecil) Morris of Prospect, NY; sisters, Sara (David) Ward of Boon Mi, Deb (Jim) Englund of Twin Lakes, MI, Laurie (Kirk) Gostlin of Evart, MI; step siblings, Terri Ann Wiltse, Sandy Collings, Paul Davis; grandchildren, Paige (Ryan) Crego, Ben Mishler, Jacob Mishler, Emily Morris, Andrew Morris, Jaxon Morris, Danny Morris, Alayna Morris; great grandson, Caleb Crego and many aunts, uncle, nieces and nephews.

Cancer may have won the battle of her earthly body, but God won the war by securing her eternity.

The family will hold a memorial service will be held at Cherry Grove Baptist Church on January 8, 2020 at 7 pm and at Boon Baptist Church in Boon, MI in February at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be given to Cherry Grove Baptist Church Building Fund, 859 Cherry Grove Church Road, Moravian Falls, NC 28654

Condolences may be sent to: www.adamsfunerals.com

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Barrow-loads of reasons to celebrate at annual horticultural awards

The best of the Borough’s gardeners and growers were given a green thumbs-up last week (Thursday 14 September) at the annual Woking in Bloom and Allotment Awards, held at H.G Wells Conference and Events Centre.

The annual Woking in Bloom awards are open to residents, business and schools to take part, and along with the Allotment Awards, there are categories to cover all aspects of gardening, from pots to plots. Entrants were hard at work all year to ensure that their gardens and allotments were ready to ‘grow’ by July, when the judging took place.

All winners and runners up received certificates and prizes of garden centre gift vouchers and trophies.

After presenting the awards Mayor of Woking, Cllr Graham Cundy, said: “It’s an honour to present awards to the Borough’s keenest and most talented gardeners and growers. Once again choosing overall winners was a difficult choice for the judges, who are always highly impressed by the standards of all entrants. I’d like to take the opportunity to congratulate those who won this year and thank all those who entered. I’d also like to thank our sponsors: Squires Garden Centre, Serco and Lansbury Business Estate for their support with the event.”

“I hope that this inspires even more enthusiasts to pick up their trowels and see what they can achieve by giving their gardens a spot of TLC.”

Woking Borough Council would like to thank sponsors Squires Garden Centre, Serco and Lansbury Business Estate for their continued support of the Woking in Bloom competition. For more information about the Woking in Bloom competition, or to register your interest in next year’s competition, please contact Woking Borough Council’s Neighbourhood Manager, Andy Calfe, on 01483 743451 or email [email protected]

Woking in Bloom 2017 results

Best large front garden – sponsored by Woking Borough Council

1st – Mrs Gregory, Woking

2nd – Janet Nielsen, Byfleet

3rd – Rosemary Pullen, Woking

Best small front garden – sponsored by Squires Garden Centre

1st – Susan Koh, Woking

2nd – Jeffrey Perrin, Byfleet

3rd - Odell d’Apice, Woking

Best hanging basket – sponsored by Serco

1st – Barry and Pam Gray, Knaphill

2nd – Mrs J Rowsell, Woking

3rd – Rachel Tanner, Byfleet

Best tub or container – sponsored by Serco

1st – Mr E.J. Bunce, Mayford Green

2nd – Shelia Hoare, Byfleet

Best floral public house

1st – Royal Oak, Woking

2nd – The Garibaldi, Knaphill

3rd – The Cricketers, Horsell and The Red Lion, Horsell

Best kept community (shared) garden

1st – Homeworth /Homebeech House, Woking

2nd – Fleetwood Court, West Byfleet

3rd - Consort Court, Woking

Best school environmental garden – sponsored by Lansbury Business Estate

Winner – Park School, Woking

Runner Up – New Monument School, Maybury

Special award for best new entrant – sponsored by Squires Garden Centre

Winner – Debbie Nairn, Horsell

Best Wildlife Garden - organised by Woking LA21, sponsored by Woking Borough Council

1st – Morgan Moreton, Pyrford

2nd – Wendy Osborne, Woking

3rd – A. Holgate, Woking

Allotment Awards 2017 Winners

Tunis Cup for best allotment site in Woking Borough

1st – Knaphill Allotment Association

2nd – Derry’s Field Allotments

3rd – Sheerwater Gardening & Allotment Association

Ted Smith Shield for best cultivated plot in the Borough

1st – Mrs Marie Williams, Knaphill Allotment Association

2nd – Mr John Hodkinson, Knaphill Allotment Association

3rd – Mrs Linda Jaquenoud, Knaphill Allotment Association

Ashley Slocock Cup for best cultivated plot by a lady

1st – Mrs Marie Williams, Knaphill Allotment Association

2nd – Mrs Linda Jaquenoud, Knaphill Allotment Association

3rd – Mrs Janet Hodges, West Byfleet Allotments

Benstead Scroll for best cultivated plot by someone over 70 years old

1st – Mr John Hodkinson, Knaphill Allotment Association

2nd – Mr John Arkinstall, Goldsworth Park Allotments

3rd – Mr Roy Clare, Goldsworth Park Allotments

Leam Challenge Shield for best newly cultivated plot

1st – Mrs Erica Hammond, Sheerwater Gardening & Allotment Association

2nd – Jon and Ma Yan Bryant, Horsell Allotment Society

3rd – Mrs Amanda McCabe, Mrs Sian Hughes, Eden Grove

from Woking Borough Council Latest News https://www.woking.gov.uk/news?item=000059BFE412.A20DBC27.00004D72.0006

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