In a town that has maintained its small-town integrity and rich history, one family still remembers when deliveries were addressed to cottage names rather than street numbers and purchases in town were charged to your account.
Born in Pinehurst where both sets of her grandparents lived, Jill Gooding remembers the good old days when the Tufts Family still owned and maintained the town. Her grandparents were B.U. and Dora Richardson, and Rassie and Dolly Wicker. Both grandfathers had come to Pinehurst in the early 1900s to work as the small town developed. Richardson worked at the original bank, and Wicker printed the daily menus for the hotels and did any other job he was asked to do - at just twelve years old. Richardson eventually was appointed by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt as the Pinehurst Postmaster in 1944, and Wicker became a civil engineer, surveyor, and Moore County historian.
Those were the days when the town closed the hotels in the summer and opened them in late fall for the many guests attracted to the small Southern town and its weather, activities, and lifestyle. Most of the businesses in the heart of town were owned by local residents, who walked to work, walked home for lunch, then returned to business for the afternoon. There were few, if any, parking issues! Most stores were closed on Wednesday afternoons and folks worked at least a half day on Saturday until the noon whistle blew, signaling the workday was over.
Jill remembers, as a child, many trips each year with her parents and grandparents back and forth across the country for visits to various military bases. Jim Wicker, her Dad, had survived a B-17 crash and was interned as a POW during WWII. Lucky to be alive, he continued his career as a military pilot. Every vacation the family ever took was to Pinehurst, where she remembers her grandmother Richardson walking to the grocery store downtown to pick out supper. Several times, Jill lived and attended school in Pinehurst so that her education would not be disrupted due to a change in duty station.
Her aunt Eloise, a teacher and organist at the Community Church, sold cookies at the Woman’s Exchange where Jill remembers having lunch with her grandma on many occasions. Her mother, Nancy Richardson Wicker, was a teacher who lived in the Sycamore cottage. She recounted walking past the Holly Inn and seeing the conscientious objectors who were housed there during WWII as part of a military medical experiment with the common cold.
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