“Look Homeward Angel” by Thomas Wolfe was required reading before you reported for your Freshman year at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. Its theme was the simplest of messages…”you cannot go home again”. I loved my four years there as a Yankee in the South. Linda and I met there; married our senior year; graduated there. Until the wedding in Abington, Pennsylvania that Christmas holiday in 1995, I lived here in the Chi Psi Lodge on Cameron Avenue.
On 6/6/66 we skipped graduation heading farther south to spend time in Georgia visiting my Great Uncle Stern. Neither of us looked back for 36 years even though our hearts held it dear. We came back in 2002 and again in 2010 to visit. We quickly were reminded that the place that was so important to our futures was in the past. It was as charming as ever, yet very much affected by its attractiveness and quality of education. We were glad for seeing old places that shaped us; we treasured what once was.
I have little photographic evidence of those four years in paradise. My Minox B Camera was a spy tool and did get itself in to some trouble our freshman year so I kept it at home in Illinois. When the first SLR Camera appeared in 1966, more serious recording of our times really began.