Archive for December, 2015

The boss
December 22, 2015

Published by the Times-Georgian–December 20, 2015

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by Joe Garrett

 

On the first day, our five man crew moved washing machines for $3.35 per hour.

One guy quit at lunch and we never heard from him again. Too bad he decided the job wasn’t fun. We stayed cool after lunch by washing and waxing campus police cars.

“Make sure you clean every inch of those cars,” our new boss Bob Townley shouted to us. “See you tomorrow and don’t be late.”

And so began my first summer job as a teenager working for West Georgia College’s Plant Operations. For the next three months, my crew sanded doors for the paint crew, changed light bulbs and moved chairs and tables throughout campus. We probably played more than we worked, but when Townley appeared—we made sure we behaved.

Bob Townley PhotoOne thing we knew, as did the regular employees, was that Townley was the boss,” said Ken Skinner who also spent his teenage summers working at West Georgia College. “You sat up straighter when he walked into the room. There were times we may have been goofing off, but if Mr. Townley came around, or if someone spotted his vehicle, we would quickly get busy doing what we needed to do. I look back on those days with fond memories and realize now that it was such an integral part in my growing up.”

Bob Townley was truly “The Boss.” He walked with a John Wayne-esque swagger and demanded nothing short of excellence from the young teenagers he hired every summer.

“What stands out in my memory was his love for West Georgia College, football and his family,” said former West Georgia College Sports Information Director Dan Minish. “Whenever I needed anything for the athletic department, he would often reply—‘Give me a purchase order number and my team at Plant Operations can build a staircase to the moon.’”

During the 1970s and 80s, Townley was a driving force in local athletics with his vision to begin the West Georgia Youth Football League. Furthermore, he played an integral part in the creation of the Kiwanis Bowl which still exists today.

“Very few people realize the sacrifices he made for kids and communities through his passion for youth and football,” said West Georgia Hall of Famer Ronnie Burchfield. “I would argue no one in the history of Carroll County had a bigger impact on youth football than Bob Townley. His impact on this area will be felt for generations to come.”

Townley attended West Georgia College after serving a stint in the U.S. Army where he attained the rank of Sergeant First Class. After completing his degrees in Political Science and History, he decided to make Carrollton, Georgia his home when offered a job to teach in 1964. A year later he accepted the role as Plant Director where he would serve the college for the next 29 years.

“He was one of those men who had a presence about him and almost larger than life,” said Skinner. “Bob Townley liked that image. He was one of those guys that people either loved or hated. But everyone I knew, whether they loved or hated him, respected him. While he enjoyed this tough, intimidating persona, deep down was a heart of gold.”

And nowhere was that more present than the countless hours he spent educating local children, civic groups and even my own Cub Scout troop Pack 138 about the history of the Old West. He brought the Old West alive with fun tales while he dressed as a gunfighter and showed off his collection of weapons. He even once held the honor of being the fourth fastest draw in the world.

“Townley held a tremendous amount of behind the scenes influence during a period when the college was smaller,” said Bob Garrett, who served as assistant sports information director during the early 1980s. “For those of us who were a part of the West Georgia campus in the 1970s and 80s, he was very well known and always had the college’s best interest at heart. He was a true friend to all things West Georgia.”

Last month, Bob Townley died at the age of 80. A few weeks ago as I sat in the stands watching the West Georgia football team compete in the playoffs, I couldn’t help but notice the record breaking crowds in the new stadium. And then I recalled Townley sitting in the stands and telling a group of parents at a youth football game in the late 1970s about his vision to bring college football back to West Georgia.

“It’s going to happen,” said Townley. “College football will one day be played again in Carrollton.”

Townley was very instrumental in West Georgia College bringing back intercollegiate football in 1981.

“Although the final decision in bringing football back to West Georgia rested with President Maurice Townsend and he is the person who went before the Board of Regents with the request, there is no doubt that Bob Townley was the one who pitched the idea and stayed in Dr. Townsend’s ear until it became a reality,” said Minish. “It was a very bold idea at the time. No public college had added football in more than 30 years.”

Schools, including West Georgia, had dropped the sport.

“But after Bob Townley’s push and Dr. Townsend’s decision to move forward, other schools like Georgia Southern, Valdosta State and numerous other colleges followed West Georgia’s lead in the years that followed,” added Minish. “I think it would be fair to say that the revival of football at colleges across Georgia began with Bob Townley’s extensive research and many hours of study.”

The project was called “Operation Pigskin.” It all started with a vision.

And the dream belonged to Bob Townley.

 

 

Remembering Mrs. Martin
December 22, 2015

Published by the Times-Georgian–December 13, 2015

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by Joe Garrett

 

She never had the chance to say goodbye.

Carol Martin’s final column, published by the Times-Georgian on New Year’s Day 2012 titled “Friendships, Blessings and Tragedies,” will forever remain with us. For 20 years, Carol filled this same space with her homespun wit and excellent stories of her days growing up in Oklahoma to becoming a true Southerner by living in Carroll County.

Mrs. martinLess than 24 hours before her final column was delivered to households, Carol had a massive heart attack and left this world at the age of 85. While sitting in her funeral, I had an idea to write a column about her and submit it to the Times-Georgian. Little did I realize at that time, I would occupy her space in Sunday’s Southern Spice section just a couple of weeks later.

In some ways, she’s back. Her family has taken many of her columns and published a book titled “Carol Martin’s Columns” for her readers to once again experience her unique gift of writing. The copies can be purchased at either Turner Pharmacy or Haney’s Drug Corner as an excellent stocking stuffer for anyone looking for holiday gift ideas.

In the meantime, sit back and ponder Carol’s words as I invite you to once again read her final column:

“Friendship, Blessings and Tragedies

by Carol Martin

Last week I found a letter from a woman whom I met when we attended Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts, in the late 1940s.

Verna Weems had grown up in Sebring, Florida, and was a graduate of Agnes Scott. We lived in an older home that had been converted into living quarters for graduate students. There were ten of us—four of whom developed lasting friendships. Lucy Mallette from San Francisco and Lil Gracie from Toronto, Canada, completed our foursome.

We have faithfully kept in touch with one another over sixty years during which changes have occurred. Verna and Joe Macbeth added five children to their family, Lil and Jim Gracie four, and Lucy Smith three. Later, after Joe died, Verna married Merrill Hall. We visited each other over several times over the years, and once our children traded places. Recent visits have been made via US Postal Service and Ma Bell.

Last year I received a note from Verna telling me that her doctor had put her on Alzheimer medication with no word of diagnosis or advice. “So,” she wrote. “I’m muddling along still making church visits to the ‘shut-ins.’” Enclosed was a copy of the poem, “Friends.”

I think God will never send

A gift so precious as a friend.

A friend who always understands

And fills each need as it demands.

When skies are bright or overcast

Who sees the faults that merit name

But keeps on loving just the same:

Who does far more than creeds could do

To make us good, to make us true

Earth’s gifts a sweet enjoyment lend,

But only God can give a friend.

This year Verna’s Christmas card read:

Dear Friends and Family,

Merrill and I send you extra love and care during this Holiday season. If traveling, may you be safe. If visiting friends or family may you share laughter, and wherever you are may you know you are loved…because you are.

God richly blessed me when he put Verna into my life.”

I could say the same thing about my childhood neighbor Carol Martin. No longer can I knock on her front door and ask to borrow her sled the next time it snows. Her words, however, will continue to live.

All I have to do is grab her book off the shelf and suddenly—I’m 8 years old again.

 

Going the distance
December 16, 2015

Published by the Times-Georgian–December 6, 2015

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by Joe Garrett

 

It probably wasn’t Santa’s smartest decision.

The jolly old soul never failed to deliver Matchbox Cars, Tyco train sets and G.I. Joes on Christmas morning, but his gift for my brothers and me in 1977 changed our lives. Although he warned us of the dangers of our request while we sat in his lap at the downtown Rich’s Department Store in Atlanta, we didn’t really listen.

“Boxing gloves can be dangerous,” Santa lectured. “Make sure you mind your parents and be careful. Will you promise me you’ll do these things?”

“Yes,” we replied. “We promise.”

We lied.

After the boxing gloves arrived under the tree on Christmas morning, word spread quickly among the boys who lived on our street.

Boxing had officially arrived in the Chapel Heights neighborhood.

boxing glovesThe movie “Rocky” was the rage. People flooded theaters to watch Sylvester Stallone’s portrayal of a scrappy Philadelphia underdog boxer named Rocky Balboa go the distance with Apollo Creed, the heavyweight champion of the world. It still remains my all-time favorite movie.

For the next few days, I pretended I was Rocky running through the neighborhood, doing chin-ups on a Magnolia tree branch and attempting one-armed push-ups.

Sam “Big T” Haney became my first opponent.

Since my nickname was “Junk” (named after my Georgia Junkyard Dog t-shirt I used to wear), the fight wasn’t billed as Joe v. Sam. Instead, it was Junk v. Big T.

My baby teeth were beginning to fall out and my front two teeth were loose on the day of the fight. We borrowed my mother’s bell to create an authentic boxing atmosphere. Our neighborhood friend Joe Murrah rang the bell to start the fight.

I threw the first punch. It was a right-handed jab to Big T’s rib cage, but he quickly countered and delivered a left-handed shot to my mouth. Both of my baby front teeth fell out.

The match was over and I started crying.

“Junk, just look at the bright side,” Big T comforted me. “You’ll get twice as much from the Tooth Fairy tonight.”

It was the end of my boxing career (or so I thought).

Fast forward to the release of “Rocky II” and once again the gloves came out of my closet. Only this time, the boys of Chapel Heights would battle the boys from the nearby neighborhood of Southgate. I knocked out Matt Carter, who would later grow up to become a local expert, after his boxing glove fell off and he tried to retrieve it.

That set the stage for the title fight against Joe Bell.

“Joe Bell was Goliath,” said Carter. “Every neighborhood in America had one kid who was bigger, stronger and faster than everyone else. We knew you didn’t stand a chance.”

My goal was to go the distance and hopefully catch Joe off-guard. I hoped to rewrite the history books by becoming a modern-day David or even Rocky himself, but that didn’t happen.

Joe Bell knocked me out in the first round. I ended my boxing career with a 1-2 record.

Last Friday night I watched the new film “Creed.” It’s the 7th sequel in the Rocky series and it’s one of the best. The next morning, I had a desire to find those boxing gloves hanging on a shelf in my parents’ basement, but I realized I had more important things to do that needed my attention. Thank God it didn’t involve boxing.

My son Charlie had lost a tooth while eating a Chick-fil-A nugget.