Department Store Days

mays-and-jones-store-1When Mays & Jones was the place to shop

Story by Jerry C. Smith
Photos by Wallace
Bromberg Jr.

Submitted photos

Its motto might well have been MOUNTAIN BROOK GOODS AT PELL CITY PRICES. The owners of Mays & Jones Department Store spared no effort to bring the finest merchandise to their establishment.

From 1923 until its closing in the mid 1970s, Mays & Jones was the premier clothing and linens emporium in Pell City, and according to many who worked and traded there, the store’s business personality mirrored the quality of its goods.

Originally built in 1905 as Pell City Bank & Trust by the town’s founder, Sumter Cogswell, the building was remodeled in 1923 as Mays & Jones Department Store. Its construction was of brick made at Ragland Brick Company. Although solely owned by local retailer Blair Jones, he added his wife’s maiden name to the store’s façade to show that it was indeed a family business.

Pell City resident Florence Compton, now 89 years of age but looking 60, relates that she loved every minute of her 31 years as their bookkeeper. Her career began in 1943, just after she graduated from Pell City High School. “It was a wonderful place to work,” she says. “Mr. Jones had a heart of gold and would bend over backward to see that every customer was able to find exactly what they wanted.”

Mays & Jones was not without competition. Downtown Pell City hosted other stores that carried similar inventory, such as Mitnick’s, Cohen’s and Roberson’s. Lorene Smith, who started her long career in Ladies’ and Childrens’ Shoes in 1946, often accompanied Mr. Jones on buying expeditions to ensure the store carried only the best medium-range goods. Jones also had buyers who went to dealerships in New York and elsewhere. He wanted his store to be the destination of choice for local folks who wanted uptown quality at an affordable price.

Garland Davis of Mineral Springs Road tells that he and twin brother, Harland, often picked blackberries at 50 cents per gallon to pay for their school clothes and would never think of buying them anywhere other than Mays & Jones.

Former store manager Mack Taylor, who served from 1968 until 1971, advanced their trade even further by arranging for advertising fliers, originally printed for Bob Cornett’s local newspaper, St. Clair Observer, to also be inserted in the Birmingham News. Soon customers were coming in from all over. Taylor says there were often 40-50 people waiting for the doors to open on sale days, many of them from Birmingham, Ragland and Ashville.

Most store employees had long tenure and displayed a strong loyalty to Mr. Jones. Florence and co-worker Lorene recall working with Jones’ wife Dixie Ann; Virginia Nelson; Linda & Etha May Haynes; Carolyn Robertson; June Tillery; twin sisters Clara & Mary Mays; Warner Hammett; Tommy Davis; Mildred Hardwick; Thurman Henninger; Nettie & Mary Cornett; Dixie Ann’s brother “Buddy” Mays; Peggy Pruett; Louella Starnes; Helen Hutton; Florence’s sister Clara May Compton; and Thurman Burnham. They also recall Tom and Essie Lovell, who worked together. He was in floor sales, and she handled clothing alterations.

Thurman “Red” Henninger created eye-catching window displays. He later set up his own Red’s Menswear store on Martin Street, next to the old Jack’s location. “Bunny” Beavers was janitor and also managed the stock room, which stayed very busy due to their ample stocks and liberal layaway plan.

Customers first
The store’s normal complement was eight to 10 workers, mostly in floor sales. As with many firms in those days, there were few of the benefits people take for granted today. Workers were paid a flat monthly salary. They worked six full days a week, except Wednesdays, when everything in town closed at noon. All hands were expected to be there promptly at opening time, formally dressed and ready to work. Everyone stayed until the last customer had been served.

This policy sometimes became irksome as last-minute customers dropped in, particularly on Fridays, shopped at great leisure, then left without buying anything. Employees were not allowed to clean up or shut down any department as long as a customer was in the store.

Many part-time extras, usually teenagers, were hired during big sales and the holiday season. Their layaway system saw heavy use during these times. Large numbers of paychecks were cashed on Fridays, some from the ordnance works at Bynum, but mostly from Avondale Mills. And you did not have to be a regular customer. Mr. Jones felt that, if he cashed enough checks, you would soon shop there because of their thoughtful service.

mays-and-jones-store-2Among Mays & Jones’ product offerings were shoes for the whole family; women’s coats, dresses, stockings, lingerie and sportswear; men’s suits and haberdashery items; some house linens; and other soft goods.

They also ordered custom uniforms for local banks and other firms with staff who served the public.

At one time the store sold toys and other home items, but its inventory eventually centered around clothing and personal items. Brands included Jarman, Sewell, Connie and Red Goose shoes, and Arrow and Van Heusen shirts.

Levi jeans were a best seller. Made from local Avondale Mills denim, these were not pre-shrunk. Many fashion-conscious buyers would put them on wet, then let them shrink-dry to conform to their body shape.

The shoe department sported an X-Ray machine, common in those days before we became aware of the dangers of radiation. Most often used on growing children, these devices displayed a live image of the bones of both feet inside a shadow image of the shoes. Youngsters gleefully wiggled their toes while Mom and the sales clerk studied a green screen inside the darkened cabinet to determine toe-room for growth. Thankfully, these well-intentioned hazards went away in the middle 1950s.

Lorene adds, “You wouldn’t believe how many people tried on shoes on the wrong feet. And one lady said she needed a larger size because her feet “expired real bad.”

Gerald Ensley related a story about buying shoes during World War II. In those days, leather was a strategic material needed for the war effort, so purchases were made using ration stamps, with only one pair a year allowed. Gerald’s mother had given him a stamp, and told him to buy some school shoes for the coming term on their charge account.

Gerald was told to buy brogans, a simple, inexpensive, rugged shoe whose un-cured war-time leather often wrinkled and discolored when wet. Upon reaching the store, however, Gerald first did a little window shopping, and noticed a fine-looking pair of patent leather shoes on a mannequin. Mom or not, he decided that’s what he wanted.

Mr. Jones told Gerald that he knew his mother had not sent him there to buy those, as such shoes often came apart from the rigors of being on a young boy’s feet. But Gerald insisted, and left the store sporting snazzy, shiny patent leather shoes.

Unfortunately, it had been raining that day, and the way back was sodden with mud holes and puddles. By the time Gerald got home, his fine new shoes had loose, flapping soles and had long since lost their glassy sheen.

A helping hand
Mays & Jones had a long-standing reputation for helping those in need. Florence relates that they had more than a thousand credit customers. Taylor tells of an unemployed truck driver who came there looking for work clothes but had no money. He was given clothes on credit, and as soon as the man got his first paycheck, returned with a payment. Further, he brought Taylor 5 pounds of shrimp from his new job of transporting seafood from Florida, and thence used the store for all his family’s clothing needs.

Taylor says that Mr. Jones customarily spoke to everyone, even people walking by on the sidewalk. Lorene adds, “He didn’t spend his day sitting back there in his office; he was out front greeting customers.” He was known for commiserating with townsfolk in needy circumstances, offering kindly advice as well as goods. A dedicated community man who never refused to make a charitable donation, Jones served as an officer in the Chamber of Commerce and Lions Club and was a devout Methodist.

The building’s second floor was reserved for rentals to business clients, among them the Pell City DHR office. Current building trustee, attorney Ted Van Dall, says that during the building’s hundred-year-plus history there has always been at least one lawyer upstairs. Attorney/judge Edwin Holladay was once a tenant. Dr. R.A. Martin’s brother, Claude, had a dental office there.

Another one-time tenant, Bill Hereford, was a former attorney, judge and mayor of Pell City. He says the front windows were helpful to lawyers because they could see who was walking with whom from the courthouse to Rexall for lunch and who visited other law firms on the square.

Hereford purchased the Jones’ family home on 3rd Avenue North in 1987 and still lives there today. It’s a magnificent old dwelling, faithfully preserved except the old steam radiators and attic fan have been upgraded to central heat and air.

He tells that the Jones family had the first television set in Pell City in the early 1950s and that Jones delighted in inviting neighborhood kids in to watch the Saturday shows. Jones’ daughter, Dixie Ann Newman, was a former legal client of Hereford’s.

After Jones’ passing in 1968, the business was owned for a few years by Dixie Ann’s family, the Newmans, before the main store was shut down in the early 1970s. Some remaining inventory was moved to another short-lived location in the present Ben M. Jacobs Masonic Lodge building. Established by Mack Taylor, this new store was called Mays & Jones Home Goods.

In 1975, the original building suffered major damage in a tornado that struck downtown. Various other firms have since occupied its repaired premises, which now hosts Farmer’s Insurance Company. The old bank safe and vault still exist, far back in a rear corner. It’s always left open and unused because the combination is long-forgotten. It’s only been robbed once, by someone who chiseled a hole through the second floor, then blasted the safe with dynamite. The yegg was never caught.

Both Florence and Lorene speak highly of their days at Mays & Jones, naming it an ideal place to work and shop. Most anyone over age 60 in Pell City will attest to its quality, fairness, and genuine concern for customers that brought them back year after year.

Fore more images of Mays & Jones Department Store, read the full digital or print edition of the August & September 2014 edition of Discover The Essence of St. Clair Magazine.

Luring the big ones

fishing-BASS-logan-martin-2Sport fishing big on Logan Martin

Story by Jim Smothers
Photography by Michael Callahan
Submitted Photos

Ever since the Bass Anglers Sportsman Society (B.A.S.S.) put Lake Logan Martin on the map as a great place for sport fishing, its popularity has soared.

The 1992 Bassmaster Classic wasn’t the first fishing tournament to be held on the lake, but the B.A.S.S. imprimatur bestowed on the lake by that event certified what local fishermen already knew — it’s a great place to go fishing. It didn’t hurt that the winning angler that year, Robert Hamilton, Jr., caught 21 bass weighing a total of 59 pounds, 6 ounces — the third highest creel ever in a Classic tournament.

B.A.S.S. returned to Logan Martin after 1992 for two more Classics, the 1998 Alabama Bassmaster Top 150, the 2007 junior tournament and the 2013 Bass Pro Shops Southern Open. The lake continues to be the site of tournaments hosted by a number of other organizations.

Among the Pell City-based tournaments held or planned for this year are those organized by Mark’s Outdoor Sports Open, American Bass Anglers Weekend Bass Series, Birmingham Engineers, Bremen Marine, U.S. Steel, Buck’s Marine, Joseph Harrison, Alabama Bass Trail, the McSweeney Foundation and Casting for the Cure.

“They just like coming here,” said Nancy Crow, Civic Center Coordinator for the Pell City Parks and Recreation Department. Most of the tournaments operate out of Lakeside Park, and Crow helps work out the details with organizers to make sure they have what they need.

“Our lake is beautiful, and it’s a great place for them to launch. We have a 65-acre park there. They like our boat ramp, and they have interstate access nearby. They (tournament organizers) call from everywhere, and it’s increasing.”

Crow said she has 30 tournaments on the schedule this year, including one group that will host a tournament every Wednesday until the water goes down to winter pool.

fishing-BASS-logan-martin-3So far this year, the McSweeney Foundation had about 200 boats; the Bass Weekend Series about 300; the Alabama Bass Trail about 400; and Mark’s Outdoors weighed in with more than 500 boats, including about 200 in the parent-and-child division.

After hosting its annual tournament on Lay Lake for 19 years, Mark’s Outdoor Sports moved it to Logan Martin this summer.

“They wanted to come try it here,” Crow said. “They can have the whole park, and we already have them down for next year.”

Pell City Mayor Joe Funderburg said he was “tickled to death” the city was able to host the tournament, the biggest one on the lake. The ability to host these tournaments is an asset to the community, bringing in plenty of people connected with the tournaments. That means increased business for area motels, restaurants and other businesses.

“We feel really good about it. We strive to bring them in, and they just keep increasing the reputation of Logan Martin as a great lake to fish in,” he said.

Pell City Chamber of Commerce Director Erica Grieve said Lakeside Park is a beautiful place and commended the city’s Parks and Recreation Department for all it does in helping organizers with the tournaments.

“They love to fish on Logan Martin Lake,” she said. “It has a lot to do with the people involved getting things set up and the openness in the community.”

Grieve said the Chamber works to make sure organizers get the information and maps they need to plan their events.

“We try to get them whatever they need,” she said. “I believe the tournaments have a huge impact. They fill up our hotels, they have to eat somewhere and get gas. … There’s a definite impact. They have been great to work with, and it just makes you want to do more.”

Mark’s tourney a big catch
The move of Mark’s Outdoors’ tournament to Pell City appears to be permanent.

“It was a great success and seemed to be very well received by the city, the homeowners, and we were pleased with the exposure it got,” said Blake Harlow, tournament director and fishing manager at the Vestavia Hills sporting goods store.

Involved in fishing tournaments since he was 10 years old, Harlow was also a founding member of the University of Alabama’s fishing team. He is proud to see the tournament continue, and the vision of tournament founder Mark Whitlock keep going. Whitlock lost his battle with cancer two years ago. Whitlock insisted the tournament have a division for parent/child teams, with their participation underwritten by sponsors. This year there were 200 parent/child teams among the more than 500 in the tournament.

“People from all over the Southeast came, and we see Pell City as the permanent home for it now,” Harlow said.

With two main launches at Lakeside Park and two others near the baseball and softball fields, organizers had an easier time getting all those boats in the water. He said the park also gave participants and spectators plenty of room.

“There was enough room for everybody not to be bunched-up at the weigh-in and a lot more family fun in the park for kids. We were apprehensive about moving — we were afraid the lake would fish small and everyone would be bunched up and on top of each other, but it was just the opposite. And people caught fish all day.”

He said he has also noticed a growing trend of girls joining in the fun.

“We’re seeing more people getting active in fishing. There are more kids now, more parents, more moms and daughters, and more girls fishing now than I’ve ever seen.”

He thinks the growth of fishing as a team sport at high schools and colleges is helping to get more people involved.

“Fishing is a full-fledged sport at Auburn, Alabama, AUM, Montevallo, South Alabama, Troy and UNA. Some of them are actually giving scholarships.”

Organizers for most tournaments observe a strict catch-and-release policy to help minimize pressure on fisheries, and Mark’s takes conservation a step further at its annual tournament. Each team is given a bag of bass fingerlings before they launch, with instructions to release them when they stop to fish. Harlow estimates there are 75 fingerlings in each bag, a total of more than 37,000 fish released to help make fishing in the future even better than it was before.

Harlow also expressed appreciation to B.A.S.S. for helping with the weigh-in and release and for the organization’s work in establishing procedures for catch-and-release to keep fish populations strong.

But bass weren’t the only attraction at this year’s tournament. The 2014 Bassmaster Classic Champion Randy Howell of Springville appeared at the competition. He has made his mark as a top competitor on the circuit, and he won his first Classic earlier this year.

He has spent a lot of time on Logan Martin, and has written Pro Tips articles for the Alabama Bass Trail website with advice for both summer and winter fishing on the lake.

B.A.S.S likes Logan Martin
B.A.S.S. Director of Event and Tourism Partnership Michael Mulone said catch-and-release fishing was instituted in the early ‘70s. The organization worked with state agencies on water quality and fish-care measures and cleanup efforts.

“It’s kind of a 360 approach, making sure fisheries are healthy,” he said. “Bass fishing is not about tournaments, it’s about lifestyle. It does us no good if we have a tournament and don’t leave it in the same condition we found it.”

Mulone added that while B.A.S.S. did not have an event on Logan Martin this year, they will definitely be back.

“When we pick our venues, it has to be a body of water with a healthy bass fishery that can host 200 boats. They can be hard to find,” he said. “Thankfully, there’s a whole lot of lakes in Alabama that can host. Logan Martin is one of them, with ramp facilities and hotels nearby, and it helps being close to the interstate. Pell City is a great town as well, and that’s part of why we like going there.”

B.A.S.S. organized its first fishing tournament in 1967 in Arkansas, an event that spawned a revolution in the sport. Pro fishermen have become as well known as movie stars to those who follow the sport, and when B.A.S.S. chooses a lake as a tournament site, it’s a seal of approval that carries a lot of weight.

“Any lake we suggest that’s tournament quality is a fantastic fishery. Though we have a top 100 list we put out every year, any lake we choose is one of the best of the best,” Mulone said. “In every destination, you take it for granted how good it is. These are fantastic destinations for families and anglers to visit. I definitely would put Logan Martin in the top tier. As far as the quality of the fishery and the people around there, it’s top notch.”

Shorty Goodwin

shorty-goodwinLong on inspiration

Story by Leigh Pritchett
Photos by Michael Callahan

The home of Clarence Edward Goodwin is a soft yellow, trimmed with white and cradled by blooms.

Overlooking the lake, it resembles a dollhouse.

In its entrance is a wall hanging that reads, “Within this house, may God’s love abide to bless all those who step inside.”

Goodwin sat in the bright and cheerful sunroom fashioned by his own hands. Most people know him as “Shorty” – a nickname he got in first-grade for wearing knickers. Goodwin laughed and told a visitor, “Half my grandkids don’t even know (my real name).”

Great-granddaughters Maya and Eva Webb breezed through from playing outside. Eva stopped long enough to show she had learned to twirl a baton.

It is a pleasant, peaceful existence.

Yet, it is far, far removed from the daily horrors Goodwin faced 70 years ago as a prisoner of war.

Born in Walker County, Goodwin, who is 90, grew up in the Pinson-Chalkville area.

When he was drafted at 18, the United States was involved in World War II. After finishing Army basic training in Texas, Goodwin boarded a train for Virginia, where he would be deployed overseas. On the way, he became ill and was hospitalized in Pennsylvania.

Upon his release, records declaring him dead went to Washington, D.C., while the very much alive Goodwin was sent to Virginia. From there, he went first to North Africa, then Italy.

Because he was “deceased,” his two basic training paychecks would be his entire monetary compensation for three years of military service.

Attached to the 36th Texas Division, 142nd Infantry, he and four others were positioned at a river in the region of Naples, Italy, with the charge of preventing the Germans from advancing.

“There was a river in front of us. (German) tanks came across it like it was a roadway,” Goodwin recounted. “We ran out of ammunition and everything else. We had no choice” but to surrender.

Goodwin’s captors marched him 350 miles and put him into a boxcar with so many other people that they could only stand up. Goodwin was taken to Munich, Germany, and made to walk into Poland. He ended up in a POW camp working 12-hour days. At night, the captives were locked up and their shoes confiscated.

That was in 1943.

From then until late summer 1945, he would spend time in at least four different stalags in Germany, as well as work camps in Poland. He would turn 19 and 20 in captivity.

With his own eyes, he saw unspeakable atrocities: Women raped and the men who tried to defend them being strung up on street lamps until they died; people shot at point blank as they fell on their knees, crying for mercy; ashes falling from the sky like snow — ashes from incinerated bodies.

He was made to remove the bodies of starvation victims at the Dachau concentration camp.

He saw Jewish people who were so thin that they were skeletons. Yet, it was an accident that he should see them and the corpses. Because he is an American, he was quickly removed from the task. “The Germans didn’t want the Americans to know that was happening,” he said.

He knows the Holocaust was real. Even so, his mind could not comprehend the evil. “How can this be happening?” he wondered. “What’s next?”

shorty-bitt-goodwinThose two words – “what’s next?” – described life day after day during captivity.

There was little, if any, food for the POWs. They would scratch in the dirt to find worms, insects, grass – anything to eat.

“There were a number (of POWs) who just willed themselves to death,” recalled Goodwin. “They just didn’t want to live.”

The winters were long and the cold penetrating. “It’ll get to you in a hurry,” Goodwin said.

The prisoners had only pants and shirts. There were no coats, no glass in the windows, no heat in the buildings. The captives huddled together for warmth.

Torture was frequent and heinous.

Once, Goodwin was put in an underground pit that was too small for him to sit or stand. He had seen other men emerge from this punishment, stripped of their sanity by the relentless darkness, silence and solitude.

He resolved to remain sane.

He would play ballgames in his head, adding extra innings as needed. He would think about his mother, Katie Goodwin, and replay in his mind the different steps it took for her to prepare a meal or attend to her chores.

“That’s how I kept my mind occupied,” Goodwin said.

He had no idea how much time passed while he was in the pit, but later learned it was 15 days.

During the months and years of captivity, thoughts of his mother were ever present with him. Many are the times he asked God to give him the chance to hug her once more.

Four times, Goodwin tried to escape from camps. Each time, soldiers, dogs or Hitler Youth caught him.

The fifth attempt was vastly different.

Using a yardstick he found somewhere, Goodwin started measuring all sorts of objects in the camp. “Cassidy” – a man whom Goodwin took into his confidence for this mission – wrote down the figures Goodwin would tell him.

The pair measured and measured for weeks. This activity became so common that the guards apparently began to see it as harmless.

At one point, Goodwin was even allowed to measure the barrel of the gun a German guard was holding.

The duo measured around a guard building. Goodwin discovered that, when he was behind the building, the guard could not see him or the train station about 300 feet away.

One day when they were measuring around the building, Goodwin told Cassidy to run for the train when its whistle blew.

The whistle sounded; the two sprinted.

As they approached the back of the train, a German officer at the rear of the last car urged them in his language to hurry. He stretched out his hand to help Goodwin onto the train, and Goodwin thanked him in German.

Before long, Goodwin and Cassidy came to the sinking realization that the train was headed into – not out of – Germany. They knew they had to get off, so they jumped through the train windows. Goodwin landed on a river embankment and swam away, with bullets flying past him. But Cassidy collided with a metal bridge and died instantly.

For three weeks, Goodwin hid in the daytime and traveled at night. He sought Russian troops, knowing they were the only ones in the region working with the Allies.

When he came upon the Russians, they were not pleased to see him, their sentiments toward the Americans having soured over issues. In fact, they wanted to send Goodwin to Siberia.

Somehow, though, Goodwin convinced an officer that he wanted to fight alongside the Russians soldiers. For three weeks, he did.

When the Russians finally met up with American troops in Berlin, Goodwin was able to rejoin his countrymen. He said to a Russian officer, “Let’s go home. The war’s over.”

The officer replied, “For you, yes. For me, never.” Then, the officer pulled a star pin from his lapel and gave it to Goodwin, asking him to remember.

Goodwin keeps the pin in a shadow box, which contains the tangible reminders of his service to his country. There are medals for marksmanship, expert rifleman, North Africa campaign, German occupation, good conduct and World War II. His POW ribbon was sent to him 42 years after the fact during President Reagan’s Administration. His favorite, though, is the medal for gallantry.

Tears stream down Goodwin’s face as he retells what happened on the battlefield and in the POW camps. Tears come when he speaks of asking God to let him hug his mother again. They come as he talks about how God’s hand was upon him during captivity.

He thinks back to the moment when his hands were raised in surrender. Goodwin realized then that he was a man without a country, a flag, a family or friends. He was alone.

It was then that he clearly heard the voice of God saying, “But I’m with you.”

“A peace came over me,” Goodwin said. “I can’t explain it.”

The peace was present the entire time he was a POW. “It’s still there,” Goodwin said.

Surrounded by ‘angels’

Many were the times that his life was spared or that people came into his path to help him. He is certain God put angels around him to protect him.

One instance during which Goodwin felt that protection was when he stood before a firing squad. The soldier giving the commands shouted, “Ready … aim …”

The word “fire” was all that stood between Goodwin and death.

But rather than utter that final word, the soldier gave Goodwin the chance to go back to work.

Another time was during a torturous interrogation. His German interrogator suddenly stated in English to other German soldiers in the room, “He’s a Christian. Let him go.”

Still another act of divine intervention was when Goodwin experienced appendicitis. A Russian medic happened to be in the same camp as Goodwin. Even though he could not speak English, the medic indicated that he could do the surgery.

The operating room was a stall from which a cow had to be removed, the scalpel a sharpened piece of metal. The string of a nearby feedbag was used for sutures. The only infection control was the 20-degree temperature outside.

There was no anesthesia. Goodwin just passed out at some point during the surgery. When Goodwin awoke, he was alone in the barn. The Russian was gone. In fact, he never saw the Russian again.

“I can see nothing but (God’s) hand in my life,” Goodwin said.

After Goodwin’s escape from captivity, it took a month for him to return by ship to the United States. From New York, he went by train to Birmingham, arriving at 1:30 one morning.

With no other means for getting home, he decided to walk. He figured he had walked over much of Europe as a POW, so he could certainly walk the 22 miles from Birmingham to Pinson.

Goodwin did not know at the time the cloud of uncertainty under which his parents had been living. His parents first had received a telegram, saying their son was killed in action. Later, a Tarrant woman told them she had heard a BBC broadcast that her own son and Goodwin were taken prisoner.

The Goodwins did not know which was the truth.

At 7 a.m., Goodwin reached home.

“That was when I put my arms around my mom that I’d been praying for so long,” Goodwin said. “She fainted.”

After he was discharged from the military, Goodwin had only a week to recuperate before returning to semi-professional baseball.

In a tournament during which he played for the Continental Gin team, he hit a home run and two triples. A scout saw him and Goodwin soon signed to play with the Rome Colonels in South Carolina, a farm team of the Detroit Tigers.

After a year, he decided to go back to semi-pro baseball. In 1953, his team missed winning the World Series in Battle Creek, Mich., by one game.

He played semi-pro until he was 62 years old.

In 1947, he wed his wife Joyce, better known as “Bitt.” They now are in their 66th year of marriage, a union blessed with three children, eight grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

Through the years, he has been an aircraft electrical mechanic, a plumber and an appliance repairman with his own shop. “I haven’t quit that yet,” he said. “I won’t ever retire, I don’t guess.”

However, his POW experiences he kept to himself. He did not even tell his dad, Carlton Goodwin, before his death in 1976.

After moving to Pell City in 1982, Goodwin felt like God was telling him to share his story. The first time he told it was at his church, First Baptist in Pell City.

Since, he has spoken to many thousands in schools, churches and other groups in Alabama and during a television interview. He has shared his story about being a POW and about the peace he has through salvation in Jesus Christ, God’s Son.

As a result of his sharing, two professionals at Veterans Administration Hospital in Birmingham told Goodwin they wanted to experience the peace he has in his life. And they received it when they asked Jesus to come into their heart and be their Savior, he said.

Goodwin now believes God allowed him to go through the POW experience so he can minister to others. If it helps someone else, if it leads someone to salvation in Jesus, then the years in captivity were worth the cost, he said.

One thing he has come to understand is the importance of not dwelling on the bad that happens in life. Harboring those thoughts robs a person of joy.

He also said he does not worry about tomorrow or next month or next year. Instead, he lives minute to minute.

“The moment is all that we have,” he said. “I’m only assured of the moment. I’m here at the mercy of the Lord every day, every moment, every breath. When I finish my mission, He’ll call me.”

Pell City Works

Pell-City-works

Smithsonian coming to town

davis-general-store-insideStory by Carol Pappas
Photos by Wally Bromberg
and Graham Hadley
Submitted photos

Pete Rich pulled back the curtain of the bright-red photomat booth and stepped outside. His signature grin that seemingly stretches from ear to ear unmistakably revealed what had just happened.

He had told his story — the story of his family, of his life and of his work — to a camera lens inside the booth. And he was proud to tell it. He was prouder still that it will be shared for years to come.

It was an oral history that was recorded for a statewide video produced by Alabama Public Television for the Smithsonian Institution’s Museum on Main Street program coming to Pell City in July.

Rich was among 25 Pell City citizens who shared their story in April that will be shown on the ‘big screen’ at CEPA — The Pell City Center for Education and the Performing Arts — during a five-week exhibition called The Way We Worked.

Made possible through a partnership of the Smithsonian Institution and Alabama Humanities Foundation with support from Alabama Power Foundation and Norfolk Southern Railroad, only six cities are chosen to host the traveling exhibit on its yearlong tour through the state.

It is part of the national Museum on Main Street program, which travels to smaller towns and cities to provide an opportunity for their citizens to tour a Smithsonian exhibit.

pell-city-works-MOMSPell City kicks off the exhibit tour, which will be held at CEPA July 19 through Aug. 23.

The centerpiece of the exhibition is an actual Smithsonian exhibit exploring how America worked over the past 150 years. It is a 600-square-foot display of old photographs, narratives and interactive elements that help tell that story.

Surrounding it will be local exhibits detailing the work and history from around St. Clair County, primarily the southern region. Artifacts and old photographs will tell the story of Avondale Mills, the building of Logan Martin Dam, the creation of Logan Martin Lake, constructing U.S. 231 and myriad other history-making events that comprise the region’s past.

“We are so proud to be hosting this exhibition,” said Pam Foote, project director. “We thank the Alabama Humanities Foundation and the Smithsonian Institution for giving our citizens and our young people this rare opportunity — an opportunity they might not have otherwise — to see an actual Smithsonian exhibit.”

As an added benefit, “we get to put our signature on this event with our own local exhibits. Our committee of planners is busy gathering old photographs and artifacts from all sectors of the community to transform the grand lobby of CEPA into an impressive exploration into our past.”

Tour guides, or docents, will take individuals and groups on a visual journey of America and the region’s rich history of work. Free, special events will be held in conjunction with the exhibition, including an evening made possible by the Pell City Library with best-selling author and Pulitzer Prize winner Rick Bragg in August. Bragg’s The Most They Ever Had, a compilation of real-life stories of America’s cotton mills, will be the focus of his talk.

Alabama’s master storyteller Dolores Hydock will present the life and work of Norman Rockwell.

Alabama’s mobile training lab, a robotics display that is a tractor-trailer-truck long, will be onsite for three days to give an impressive view of how the world works now and in the future.

And other events are being developed, like Denim Day, when everyone is encouraged to wear denim in remembrance of Avondale Mills, Pell City’s grandfather industry.

On the movie screen in CEPA’s theatre, the oral history project will play throughout the exhibition, providing opportunities to hear the stories told firsthand not only by Pell Citians but by Alabamians from around the state.

“This is truly a coming together of our whole community around our past, and the oral history project took on a life of its own,” said Deanna Lawley, who with husband, Barnett Lawley, coordinated it. “The stories were so touching, and they gave us a real glimpse into our community’s rich heritage of work.”

The “Red Box” will return at exhibition time, and additional oral histories will be recorded for posterity. “It is so important for us to preserve these memories. They are the stories and events that shaped us as a community,” Lawley said.

Dr. John Kvach is lead scholar on the Smithsonian project for Alabama Humanities, and he led a workshop for teachers and administrators from Pell City and St. Clair schools. Five video cameras were donated to the Pell City School System to record future oral histories, and Curriculum Coordinator Kim Williams said oral histories will now become part of the system’s curriculum from now on.

“Our teachers were so excited after Dr. Kvach’s workshop,” Williams said. There is a new enthusiasm among teachers from kindergarten all the way up to 12th-grade for incorporating oral histories in their teaching. “What a novel approach to connecting students with older generations and helping them not only learn but understand history from those who have lived it.”

The exhibit is open to the public, and school tours are being scheduled as well. In addition, if a group, club, church, senior center or other organizations would like to schedule a tour, they are asked to call 205-338-1974 to book their tour.

“We want this to be a region-wide event celebrating our history, and we encourage all who can to come and tour our museum on main street,” Foote said. “There will be plenty of opportunities to reminisce, to learn and to understand this thing we call history.”

Organizers hope that it will be an opportunity for the future, too. Pell City does not have a museum, and discussion is now centering on this event being a springboard for the establishment of a museum for the city.

“With every display, we have had our eye on the future and how elements of this exhibit can be used in a full-fledged museum,” she said. “People are getting excited, not only about the prospects of this event coming to town but what it can mean in coming years. This has been a great experience for our community, and we hope that the momentum continues.

For more information, visit the Pell City Works Website: www.pellcityworks.org

Louie’s Pickles

Authentic Philly food comes to St. Clair

louies-pickles-st-clair-2Story by Graham Hadley
Photos by Wallace Bromberg Jr.

For much of his life Lou Consoli was a professional fisherman.

His trade often took him to Alabama, which he loved, but there was one thing he said he could never find here.

“A good New-York-deli-style pickle,” he said.

He grew up in a traditional Italian-American family up North, but after meeting his fiancé, Alabamian Becky Pate, he saw a marketing opportunity here he could not pass up.

“We said, ‘Lets see if we can open a pickle business in Alabama.’”

And that’s exactly what the couple did, realizing their dream with Louie’s Pickles on U.S. 411 in Odenville.

They claim on their website, louiespickles.com, “We sell the best pickles you’ll ever eat.”

And their customers agree. Business at the small storefront has been so successful, Louie’s is looking to expand, providing seating for people to come in and enjoy, not just pickles, but other classic Italian and Philly traditional favorites, including, of course, a steak sandwich.

“I am from a Philly suburb. Up in the North it is easy to find a good New-York-style deli pickle, a good kosher pickle. We just grew up with that,” Lou said.

“Growing up Italian, my grandmother, my aunt, my mother — they always cooked. We learned to cook the old Italian way. We made some pickle products at home — and we ended up with something like 30 flavors.”

Because Southerners like so many pickled foods, like okra, Lou saw his products as a natural fit.

Lou and Becky started out focusing on pickles and other specialty items, often selling pickles at vendor stalls at events like carnivals, craft shows and similar gatherings. They sold all sorts of varieties of pickles. People could even buy a pickle on a stick — a favorite with children.

Once they got a taste of Lou’s products, they would return to buy more from the store or place an online order.

“What we do is we set up concessions — gun shows, craft shows — anywhere there is a big event. People buy a pint or quart, then they come back and order online or drive over,” he said.

louies-pickles-st-clairBut Lou introduced the people in the region to more than pickles, much, much more.

“We also brought our Italian cooking, things like Philly cheesesteak, real Philly cheesesteak, and people have been asking for that. We bring in everything from Philly, it’s extremely authentic,” he said, clarifying that a traditional Philadelphia cheese steak sandwich does not have peppers in it, as it is often served in other parts of the country.

Lou says the key to their continued success is that everything is authentic and everything is fresh.

“We bring in real Italian bread from Philly and other products like salami from all over. All our products are fresh — always cooked fresh, no microwaving or anything processed, and it makes a difference,” he said. “Freshness is the key. When you make something fresh, and people can see you making it, it is a huge deal.”

Lou admitted that some of their products are not as cheap as what you might find in a supermarket, but points out that there is a big difference between canned or bottled olives and ones he has ordered from Italy and personally driven hundreds of miles to pick up.

“We started out as a pickle business. Now we offer a wide variety of things, including sandwiches. We have a line of hot sauces …  a chicken-wing sauce which is phenomenal.”

Because of his focus on freshness, Lou will sometimes buy different products based on availability, and as a result, what they have in the store, aside from pickles, varies from one day to the next. He encourages customers to keep up with those changes on Louie’s Pickles Facebook page, which also lists any store specials they may have.

That is going to be even more important in the near future. Lou is shifting the layout of the store around to allow room for dine-in seating, in addition to their take-out offerings.

“We are looking to add some tables and some seating so customers can sit and eat,” he said.

Lou has been amazed, not only at the success of their business, but in the welcome he has received in what he calls a great example of that “famous Southern hospitality.”

“Our customers are our friends,” he said, making special mention of Harvey, Lynn and Joel — three of those customers who came in at the start of the business and now help out around the store.

“There are great people here — lots of customer loyalty. It’s a phenomenal group. It has never ceased to surprise me.”

Zeke Gossett

zeke-gossettFishing phenom continues winning ways

Story by Carol Pappas
Photos by Wallace Bromberg Jr.
Submitted photos

When Curtis Gossett took his six year-old son Zeke to fish in a local tournament, he noticed something a bit different about his boy and his prowess with a rod and reel.

“I told his mom there was something different about him. Even if she believed me, I don’t think she took it in,” he recalls. “He could do things with a rod and reel at that age that men couldn’t do.”

Curtis was right. At 11, Zeke won his first BASS Junior State Championship and then, another. “His mother came home and said, ‘I understand what you’re talking about now,’” Curtis says with a smile.

From there, Zeke won nine more state championships. All together, he has more than 30 major wins to his credit. In November 2013, the 17-year old junior at Pell City High School and his partner, Hayden Bartee, won the B.A.S.S High School state championship and placed third in the national High School BASSMasters Classic, the Super Bowl of fishing.

His drive to win is evident. He is on the water six days a week. “Sometimes we have to make him stop so his body can rest,” Curtis says. In 2013, he fished 43 out of 52 weekends — 32 were tournaments. And his attitude seems to match his winning ways. “He expects to catch a big fish every time he casts a rod,” his father says.

He is a student of the sport. He studies the internet for insight about lakes he will fish. He looks for varying degrees of water clarity, how deep, how shallow and where. He studies the routes in which they move and their behavior.

“Every fish is different,” Curtis says. They react differently in shallow, deep, cold or warm water. “Like people.”

To illustrate Zeke’s know-how, Curtis recounts a recent fishing trip when Zeke was site fishing and flipped for a fish for more than 30 minutes with a number of baits that was guarding her nest. He finally flipped a jig on her and “You could see her get excited and react to that bait.” The fish hit the jig immediately. Another fish took five flips because their behaviors were different. But, in typical Zeke Gossett style, he patiently figured out the behavior patterns and caught them both.

He listens to mentors, like Randy Howell, another St. Clair Countian who just captured the BASSMasters Classic championship for 2014. When he talks of Howell’s win, the passion in his voice is unmistakable. Perhaps it is because of their friendship that has strengthened since 2008 when he first met him. They go to speaking engagements together at high schools and at Bass Pro Shops.

Or perhaps he sees himself in Howell — the deep religious faith coupled with the heart of a winner.

When Zeke talks about his own love of fishing it is with a quiet confidence that comes with winning. And the winning has brought him a boat load of sponsors on board. He sports sunglasses by Maui Jim. His shirt and boat are filled with big name logos in the fishing world like Pro-Staffs-Strike King Lure Co., Elite Tungsten, Power-Pole and Moment Sportswear.

Fascinated by swim bait, Zeke now has a hand-carved Woodrow Rat Bait Co. lure — about the size and look of its namesake. His father got him for his birthday. Curtis called the San Diego, Cal., company to order it, and when the owner learned who it was for, he shipped it overnight to Zeke to use in a tournament and became a sponsor.

Vicious Fishing may not be Zeke’s biggest sponsor, but it is dear to him because it was his first one — owned by fellow Pell Citians Jeff Martin and his mother, Sylvia Martin.

Sylvia had read about Zeke’s early fishing successes in a local lake magazine, and Vicious became his inaugural sponsor, followed by a litany of others as the trophies mounted.

But the notoriety hasn’t seemed to faze Zeke as he prepares for yet another tournament. There will be plenty of those up ahead, but college will be his next stop after high school. And then, his quest for a spot on the pro circuit will begin.

He credits his even temperament with helping him get so far so fast, he says. He calls it a “waste of time” to get angry when fishing isn’t going his way. “You’ve got to get another bite and make up for it,” he says. “You get even.”

He prepares himself mentally for each round with prayer and determination. “I pray a lot,” he says. “It’s the easiest thing to do, but it’s the most powerful thing to do. You never give up. Even when things are going badly, it’s just another day on the water.”

For more on Zeke and Vicious Fishing, read the April & March 2014 online or printed edition of Discover The Essence of St. Clair.