Jolly ole chap, Annie’s faux snakeskin, some satire, Tech Comm orientation, and some reading…

Jolly? Really? You’d never know by looking at him.

       Wilbur Morton Jolly
Wilbur Morton Jolly, died Saturday, August 18th, 2006. He was born January 16, 1916, in Pitt County. He is a graduate of Wake Forest Law School and was admitted to the NC Bar in 1941. He entered the U.S. Army in November 1942, and served in the European Theater until his discharge in December of 1945. He continued in the U.S. Army Reserves until 1963 rising to the rank of lieutenant colonel. He resumed his general practice of law in 1945 and continued to practice until his retirement in December 2004. In June of 2002, Mr. Jolly was inducted into the NC Bar Association’s Lawyer’s Hall of Fame. He was the dean of the Franklin County Bar.

Mr. Jolly represented Franklin County in the North Carolina Senate in 1957, 1959 and 1963. He also represented the 14th District in the NC State House of Representatives in 1980. He was the senior partner in the law firm of Jolly, Williamson, & Williamson in Louisburg until his retirement. He was a powerful advocate for his clients in both civil and criminal litigation and in his later years in his practice of real estate transactions, estate matters, and probate. He also spent much time just giving advice to clients and to younger lawyers, drawing upon his considerable experience, wisdom and knowledge of the law. Mr. Jolly was awarded the honor of Tar Heel of the Week by the News & Observer in its October 27, 1963, issue, and was faithful a member of Louisburg Baptist Church serving as deacon, chairman of the Advisory Board and taught the Men’s Sunday School Class for many years. He was preceded in death by his first wife, Sybil Elizabeth King Jolly in 1970.

He is survived by his devoted wife of 35 years, Justine Hicks Jolly of the home; his son, Michael King Jolly and wife, Carroll of Hillsboro; his daughter, Jane Elizabeth Jolly of Louisburg; and a special niece, Brittany Liles.

Graveside funeral service will be held 11:00 a.m. Tuesday at Oakwood Cemetery in Louisburg.

The family will receive friends at their residence, 1111 Herbert Dr., Zebulon on Monday from 6:00-7:30 p.m.
Arrangements by Massey Funeral Home, Zebulon www.masseyfuneralhome.com
Published in The News & Observer on 8/20/2007.

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Folks, take some pictures of your relatives smiling. Just in case.


With a nod to bible_versus’ blog, I find this video mesmerizing for some reason. I don’t know this song at all, so have no idea if it’s old or new. I just know I like it.

An interesting little “aside” from him in this entry of his: he sold Annie the jacket that she’s wearing in this video. (It’s faux snakeskin.)


As it turns out that Virtual Pastor article, which I alluded to in Saturday’s blog entry, is on a “satirical newspaper” web site, which has a disclaimer on it.

Oh well. It’s interesting intellectual masturbation to think about the implications of such a program were it real.


Tonight was our New Student Orientation for the Master of Science in Technical Communication program. This was the biggest incoming class that we’ve had since I started the program. Dr. Dicks, the program administrator, said tonight that it may be the largest incoming class ever.

I spoke—as the STC President for this year—for about 10 minutes, espousing the benefits of joining our Society for Technical Communication Student Community.

Though I don’t feel like I’m the greatest presenter in the world, I do feel good about what we pulled together tonight and what I did present. We really have a great team of officers again this year.

One of the best things about tonight was that at least two of the other officers asked when we were going to meet next! That’s unheard of—usually meetings are being called by the faculty advisor or the president, not being asked for by the officers.


Now I lie me down to sleep
My eyes open, I hope they keep
Long enough to read some “Meany”
Before through the back of my eyelids I see me
Amen

A prayer for John Martin as he reads A Prayer for Owen Meany.

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