The North Carolina
Visitor Center
TOWN GAINS RECOGNITION
Mayor Charles Kemp of Fairmont was informed on
Friday the 16th that the downtown commercial district had
been placed on the national register of historic places by the national
historic preservation committee in Washington D.C. This year long quest
was aided by historic preservation consultant Sybil Argintar from
Ashville who visited the
Town, made
the historic study, and applied for the designation. The register
includes sections of towns and cities, individual buildings and
structures, and areas who in the opinion of the national committee
exhibit historic merit and meet the age qualifications. All buildings
in the Fairmont downtown district predate 1955, the cutoff year. The
designation also offers building owners large federal tax credits for
façade improvements as well as drawing interested and curious visitors
to the district.
Plans now
turn to the design and placing of attractive street banners on the towns
antique street light poles, green street signs capped by an array of
tobacco leaves at the top, brown state historic district signs, and the
printing and dispersal of 7,000 colorful
brochures made possible by a grant from the Lumberton
Visitors Bureau. There will be a public ceremony to commemorate the
honor later in May.
Mayor
Kemp, observed “ this historic designation is coveted by many small
towns as a way to focus interest in their downtowns and help revive them
economically. I am so proud of the tremendous effort and good will
which has been produced by this effort. Now Fairmont’s downtown can
serve as a beacon to draw more citizens and shoppers. All that is very
good for us”.
A TOWN ALL AGLOW
BY: FAIRMONT MAYOR CHARLES KEMP
Friday December 4th will be a very special day in
The 2nd annual
What an evening and what a festive occasion for a community to celebrate. And how will it end? A personal visit by SANTA CLAUS to the wide eyed amazement of the children and with hot chocolate warming the body and soft carols warming the heart citizens will return to their homes with spirits aglow ready to celebrate that most special of holidays. We invite you to join us on the first Friday in December and fill your heart with the spirit of the season. We’ll keep a cup of hot chocolate warm for you and a lit candle to show you the way into our hearts.
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THE GOLDEN LEAF RULE
BY MAYOR CHARLES KEMP
When I was a young boy living in this sleepy southern town only one thing beside playing baseball fascinated me-being a tobacco auctioneer. While I could play baseball with regularity and without regard to the season I could only watch my auctioneer idols during ‘baccer season. What fun times they were too. Each day during the season I’d grab my bike and head down to one of our town’s 13 tobacco warehouses, huge behemoths holding tons of the cured golden leaf which lay awaiting the auction line. As if by clockwork each humid, sticky morning long lines of tobacco company buyers would line up and, accompanied by my hero the auctioneer, would start the age old tobacco ritual of selling the aaiting bundles laying on pallets. I was never but one row away and always faced the auctioneer because I wanted to take in his sing song cadence and watch every gesture he made. With sweat stained shirts the procession slowly wound its way up and down the long rows until all the piles were sold and farmers got the pay they deserved. The buyers and auctioneer moved on to yet another warehouse for a repeat performance. What a great job to have I often thought. A dream job.
That was 50 years ago in a much more simple world. Now after 40 years as a public school teacher and 32 years as first a town commissioner and the past four as Mayor I still have flashbacks to those “auctioneer” days and I find myself selling our golden leaf all over again. Occasionally I will revisit some of the warehouses which stand empty today and summon up the ghosts of those by gone days when tobacco ruled and all lives in my town centered in some way on that golden leaf. Men toiled in the fields all spring to plant and grow the tobacco which they then barned, cured, graded, and finally sold at auction.
The money they received from its sale put food on their families tables, paid for school supplies, clothes, rare vacations, and their entire way of life. A national magazine, The Saturday Evening Post, displayed a back page ad in the 1950’s proclaiming that Fairmont, N. C. was the “biggest little tobacco market in the world”. They didn’t lie. It was.
That has all changed now and through government regulation and health issues the tobacco culture in small towns like mine has virtually disappeared. Our warehouses gradually became empty shells, tobacco farmers took up other more productive jobs, employment shrank, the sales disappeared, and tobacco seemingly became a taboo topic. Not quite. In my town we take pride in our heritage and promote it when we can. We took matters into our hands and offered up a festival to honor our glory days and we call it Fairmont Farmers Day. We hold it the third Saturday in October and we have a ball all day. You’re more than welcome to enjoy it with us.
Farmers Day pays attention to our rich heritage while allowing our present citizens to revel in the present. We project a 100 unit parade complete with bands, queens, amusing Shriner units, and much more but we also show off our tractors, plows, horses, mules, and other farming images. Those artifacts from our past are never far from our hearts. We meet each other on the sidewalks and rejoice in our friendships. We relive old conversations. We swap admiring glimpses into wallet photos. We become family for a day. Many with grey hair and a few wrinkles who attend remember a day in 1955 when, at the height of the glory days of tobacco, 25,000 attended Farmers Day. Those numbers are gone now but crowds of 5,000 have recently been seen. A side attraction is a large arts and crafts area spread out on the grassy lawn of our town’s museum.
A few steps away from the arts and crafts one can come face to face with the artifacts of our farming past. Designed and promoted by the late town historian, Wiley Taylor, the museum which was formerly the towns train depot whisks a curious visitor away to a time gone by amid tobacco hogsheads and cotton gins. There is the photograph of native son Joseph Mitchell of The New Yorker and several books fame. One can see telegraph paraphanalia by which the train agent sent messages up and down the line. Train schedules line the wall and you are immersed in the history of years. It is tour worth taking.
So in our sleepy little southern town where excitement abounds over children playing tag in the front yard, pretty girls and bands charming spectators in a parade, the bright lights of exploding fireworks dazzling thousands on a July evening, and the end of an evening always being met with a grateful prayer there is plenty of time to relive the past and honor the things which made us great. We call it the Golden Leaf rule and we’re proud and grateful to live it out each day. Drop by for a visit and enjoy our history, our culture, and our hospitality. We’ll make you a member of the family. That’s another rule we have too.
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By Charles Kemp, Mayor
Throughout the 60’s tobacco and the influx of textile plants helped boost
purpose.
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Charles Kemp, Mayor