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"Uncle" Wayne's Gravy and other common sense lessons in life.
First off, the official listing I got in my email this morning:
Wayne Fetherbay, 65, of Linville Street in Morganton, went home to be with his Heavenly Father on Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2009, at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center in Winston-Salem following an extended illness. He was born Jan. 28, 1944, in Burke County, and was a son of the late George Frank Fetherbay and Gladys Marie Smith Fetherbay. Wayne was the former owner and operator of the Auto Clinic. Following his retirement, he went to work at the ABC store. He is survived by a son, Wayne "David" Fetherbay and his wife, Abbey, of Mocksville; a daughter, Gina Marie Teague and her husband, Lindsay, of Caldwell County; grandchildren, Emilie Kristine and Lauren Michelle Fetherbay; brothers, Gene Lee Fetherbay of Morganton and George Frank Fetherbay of Caldwell County; a sister, Kay Fetherbay O'Neill of Hickory; one nephew; three nieces; and one great-nephew. Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday in the Colonial Chapel of Sossoman Funeral Home with the Rev. Billy Bollinger officiating. Burial will follow at Burke Memorial Park. The family will receive friends Saturday from 9:30 to 11 a.m. Saturday at the funeral home. Memorial contributions may be made to Southmountain Children's Home, 7330 Myrtle Drive, Nebo, NC 28761. Condolences at www.sossomanfuneralservice.com.
Now, on to the reason I'm going to really miss this guy...
Back in my Jedi-training days, I spent a lot of time around Apollo, and Apollo was all about Morganton, NC. He grew up there, and knew every little shop and place to eat. So, its no small stretch to the imagination that eventually I'd find myself in this place with him... and Uncle Wayne.
Uncle Wayne was a stocky guy, looked like he could skin a bear with his bare hands, but was pleasant to be around. He was smart, and grounded. And he made some amazing gravy... Usually, we would day trip it from our homes far away and try to get to Uncle Wayne's as early as we could cause we knew that gravy would be there. Our mouths watered about 10 miles out until we were sitting at the table and gorging out on biscuits and that "sawmill" gravy. The funniest thing? It took us HOURS to get up from the table after it was done!
We'd talk. Any thing and everything about the tech side of the industry, fidelity, processing and EQ, and computers in general. Often, it was me and Apollo, the "experts", getting scolded for not "gittin' our damned heads out of the damned ol box fer a second" and looking at the bigger picture. Every time you think you had a bullet proof scheme of doing something, there was Wayne....poking holes in your lead balloon. Logically. Methodically. You couldn't "win" an argument until all loose ends and variables were tidied up and planned for. Wayne wouldn't let you.
It was a major voice of reason to us. It forced us to rethink everything and a lot of times it changed how we did things. We had full on debates, arguments, and sometimes yelling matches... and those were some of the best days of my life. Whenever we'd do something great, we'd go to Uncle Wayne's to celebrate. If you did something great AND won the breakfast table debate, well then, your biscuits and gravy were your trophy! You EARNED it at that point, and somehow it made it all taste that much better...
I learned how to make the gravy... but I don't think I'll ever learn how to make it taste like victory.
Wayne Fetherbay, 65, of Linville Street in Morganton, went home to be with his Heavenly Father on Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2009, at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center in Winston-Salem following an extended illness. He was born Jan. 28, 1944, in Burke County, and was a son of the late George Frank Fetherbay and Gladys Marie Smith Fetherbay. Wayne was the former owner and operator of the Auto Clinic. Following his retirement, he went to work at the ABC store. He is survived by a son, Wayne "David" Fetherbay and his wife, Abbey, of Mocksville; a daughter, Gina Marie Teague and her husband, Lindsay, of Caldwell County; grandchildren, Emilie Kristine and Lauren Michelle Fetherbay; brothers, Gene Lee Fetherbay of Morganton and George Frank Fetherbay of Caldwell County; a sister, Kay Fetherbay O'Neill of Hickory; one nephew; three nieces; and one great-nephew. Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday in the Colonial Chapel of Sossoman Funeral Home with the Rev. Billy Bollinger officiating. Burial will follow at Burke Memorial Park. The family will receive friends Saturday from 9:30 to 11 a.m. Saturday at the funeral home. Memorial contributions may be made to Southmountain Children's Home, 7330 Myrtle Drive, Nebo, NC 28761. Condolences at www.sossomanfuneralservice.com.
Now, on to the reason I'm going to really miss this guy...
Back in my Jedi-training days, I spent a lot of time around Apollo, and Apollo was all about Morganton, NC. He grew up there, and knew every little shop and place to eat. So, its no small stretch to the imagination that eventually I'd find myself in this place with him... and Uncle Wayne.
Uncle Wayne was a stocky guy, looked like he could skin a bear with his bare hands, but was pleasant to be around. He was smart, and grounded. And he made some amazing gravy... Usually, we would day trip it from our homes far away and try to get to Uncle Wayne's as early as we could cause we knew that gravy would be there. Our mouths watered about 10 miles out until we were sitting at the table and gorging out on biscuits and that "sawmill" gravy. The funniest thing? It took us HOURS to get up from the table after it was done!
We'd talk. Any thing and everything about the tech side of the industry, fidelity, processing and EQ, and computers in general. Often, it was me and Apollo, the "experts", getting scolded for not "gittin' our damned heads out of the damned ol box fer a second" and looking at the bigger picture. Every time you think you had a bullet proof scheme of doing something, there was Wayne....poking holes in your lead balloon. Logically. Methodically. You couldn't "win" an argument until all loose ends and variables were tidied up and planned for. Wayne wouldn't let you.
It was a major voice of reason to us. It forced us to rethink everything and a lot of times it changed how we did things. We had full on debates, arguments, and sometimes yelling matches... and those were some of the best days of my life. Whenever we'd do something great, we'd go to Uncle Wayne's to celebrate. If you did something great AND won the breakfast table debate, well then, your biscuits and gravy were your trophy! You EARNED it at that point, and somehow it made it all taste that much better...
I learned how to make the gravy... but I don't think I'll ever learn how to make it taste like victory.
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