glovernet.org A website devoted to the Howard Clarke & Fannie Jones Glover descendents. Remember the family pictures? The family has grown so much that it is difficult to keep up with everyone. Let's not lose touch with our roots!      Memories of a well lived life Clifford Banks Glover Jr., 88, died at his home on Monday June 18,2007, after a short illness. He had been dealing with a heart ailment for some time, became ill in early June and was a patient at Piedmont Newnan Hospital for several days. He returned home on Saturday June 16. Some time ago, Glover prepared a recording of memories of his early life. He was born June 11, 1919, "at the home in the corner of Temple Avenue and College Street." He had no memories of the father whose name he bore. The elder C.B. Glover was a nattily dressed man who ran a men's haberdashery with his brother, Howard, where Panoply is now located on Greenville Street. He died when his son was 3. Cliff Glover had two older sisters, Carolyn Clarke Glover, who died in 1948 while serving as secretary to U. S. Sen. Walter F. George, and retired Newnan educator Ann Glover Parrott. When Glover's father died, the farm was left in equal parts to him, his siblings and his mother, Anne Rebecca Knight Glover. Rebecca Glover "had to keep four separate books," her son recalled. "She had been a teacher and had limited knowledge about running a large farm." Described by daughter-in-law Inez Glover as "a go-getter," Rebecca Glover learned quickly. Cliff Glover helped on the farm in the summer. His first job was taking water to workers picking peaches at Red Acre Farm. "I had a bucket with one dipper," he said. He would draw a bucket of water from a well and "take the next wagon going to the orchard." He remembered the pickers would chant, "Water boy. Water boy. Where are you at? Ought a done been here and halfway back." Men were paid $1 a day to pick, while women and children earned 75 cents and 50 cents, respectively. Those in the packing shed earned more, depending on their task and level of skill. "The packing equipment was powered by a gasoline engine that was fired by cranking a large flywheel," Glover said. "It took a strong man to turn one fast enough." Though there was no electricity on the farm, picking sometimes was done by the light of Coleman gasoline lanterns. While Rebecca Glover did not allow anyone to pick or pack peaches on Sunday, she sometimes assigned her son a Sunday task of weeding her flower bed. Rebecca Glover's mother was an invalid and lived with the family. "Her meals were served in her bedroom," Glover remembered. "She would give me a spoonful of sugar if I had been good." Glover got his first spanking — with "a big hairbrush with a long handle" — from a cousin. His first fishing trip was arranged by a neighbor, Tolleson Kirby, who had a pond. "That was a fun day," he recalled. A few years after her husband's death, Rebecca Glover built the house at 50 Jackson St. Her son did not want to move. Busy supervising the loading of farm wagons, she let him stay at the old house. Before supper was served, he walked to the family's new dwelling. Bob Mann lived next door on Jackson Street. One of his adult sons "caught a baby rabbit and gave it to me," Glover recalled "That was my first pet." He later had pigeons and opossums. Glover got his love of flowers and animals from his mother. He loved Wynn's Pond. When he was a boy, after it rained, Newnanites would call the post office to find out which roads "the mail man said were most passable," Glover said, as what is now Highway 34 was then an unpaved road. His love for nature persisted throughout life. He knew how to use a dousing rod to find water and could boil jewel weed to make a cure for poison ivy. "He loved to plant flowers and prune trees," daughter-in-law Shearon Glover said. He knew the names of most plants and could graft trees successfully. He often shared cuttings or seedlings from his yard. Glover started to school under the tutelage of Maggie Brown, a longtime educator who would spank the open hands of misbehaving students with a ruler. Early in Glover's schooling, the city's water became contaminated. Rebecca Glover sent her children to school with a Thermos of water. On the way home one day, Cliff Glover fell and dropped the jelly jar glass he had brought for drinking water. He suffered a cut and had to go to Newnan Hospital for stitches. When he was learning to ride a bicycle, Cliff Glover "ran over the oldest living Confederate veteran," his son, Peter, related. Cliff Glover remembered that when he was a sixth grader, his teacher, Annie Mae Robertson, made him stay after school when he could not spell a word. Another boy, Roy Powers, also had to stay. They had to write the offending word 100 times on a blackboard. A short time later, Robertson dismissed Powers but erased Glover's work and told him he would have to spell it — correctly —100 times. As Glover grew older, he enjoyed getting a milkshake at Lee-King Drug Store downtown. He also began learning to drive.  "Since Mother was a widow, she needed me to drive some errands for her. She did not want to teach me because she thought people would ridicule me because a woman taught me to drive. I had an uncle who was a doctor at a North Carolina state prison farm. He taught me on the dirt roads around the prison," Glover remembered. He also recalled when the state required everyone driving to get a license. "I went to the courthouse, filled out some paperwork, paid 50 cents and got my license," he said. "No driving test was given." He learned to play the saxophone and was part of an orchestra that played for church and school events. He briefly played football and basketball but later was manager for both Newnan High teams. In addition to helping at the family farm, Glover worked for a local theater. He took tickets some nights and helped the owner post fliers about upcoming features each Saturday — earning 60 cents a week. The summer after he graduated from high school, he got to travel out west for half price by working as a baggage boy for a 10-bus caravan. The itinerary included California, Yellowstone and Hoover Dam "which was new then," he recalled. He went to the Citadel for two years and finished his schooling at Auburn University. He characterized the difference between the two schools by noting the Citadel had 550 cadets and Auburn had 3,000 coeds. Glover got his Social Security number while working for R. D. Cole Company one summer during college. Another summer he worked for National Dixie Mill on LaGrange Street where Arthur Murphey Florist is now located. The next summer was to change to course of Glover's life. He worked as a weaver at the Newnan Cotton Mill at East Newnan. In September 1941, Glover joined the Navy. He earned the rank of lieutenant as the sole catapult officer on the USS Core, remaining on that ship throughout the war. In recent years, he and his wife attended reunions of the Core crew. Glover met Inez Taylor of Greensboro on a blind date while she was a student at Georgia State Woman's College — now Valdosta State University. They married on April 28, 1945. They lived in Deland, Fla. for awhile. "I've never seen such a celebration," Inez Glover said, recalling the war's end. After the war, Cliff Glover returned to Newnan Cotton Mills. "We did without a car for about two years," Inez Glover remembered. "Cliff walked from LaGrange Street to town and caught a ride with somebody — with a lunch pail." Local auto dealer Rufus Askew brought a car to their home when Inez Glover was expecting their first child. For a time, Cliff Glover supervised a department of 32 women and two men who worked with no air conditioning. Because humidity had to be controlled in adjoining areas, the windows could not be opened. He got a promotion and then figured the items needed for each job, ordering dying and other tasks as needed. Flannels and clothing for men and women were produced at the mill. "The mill also sold knitting and weaving yarns to other companies," Glover said. When he moved to the company's offices on East Washington Street as head of the standards department, he wrote job descriptions. Glover also analyzed the tasks required for each job, the amount of walking required and the time needed for those tasks. When he became production engineer, Glover's work included setting estimated delivery dates. "It was necessary for me to follow through with each order about twice a week," he said. He borrowed the money to build his Parks Avenue home during a strong economic time. In 1960, Mt. Vernon Mills, which had acquired the East Newnan facility, closed the mills. "Textiles were in a low cycle," Glover recalled. "Jobs were hard to find." He finally found a job in North Carolina, but, less than a week before he was to leave, West Point Pepperell officials contacted him, told him they were reopening the mill at East Newnan and offered him a job. WPP encouraged social gatherings among department heads, and Glover often entertained at his Wynn's Pond cabin. "He was so good at giving those parties," Shearon Glover said. "He loved doing it," Inez Glover added.  He retired as personnel manager at West Point Pepperell in 1984.  Glover was a Kiwanian and a member of the South Metro Human Resources Association. He was an active member at Central Baptist Church, serving as a deacon and as chairman and clerk of the deacons at times. He taught boys and adults in Sunday School over the years and was active as a Boy Scout leader. He received the Order of the Arrow, the God and Country Award and the Silver Beaver Award for his Scouting work. Inez Glover was a teacher in the local schools. The Glovers had three sons — C. B. III "Gandy," Taylor and Peter.  "He took us to the woods every weekend. He taught us how to hunt, how to fish," Peter remembered.  Glover also loved to garden. "He'd work us and let us have a Coke break," Gandy said. Taylor Glover said his father taught them all "a strong work ethic" and "how to treat people." Glover's sons said they had never heard him use a swear word or speak unkindly of another person.  Inez Glover said when she would have to attend Parent-Teacher Association meetings, she would leave the boys with her husband with instructions for him to get them to bathe and brush their teeth. When she returned home — and found those things undone — her husband would say, "But we had a good time." Having grown up in an all female household, he really enjoyed spending time with his sons. "Every boy was a blessing to him," Inez Glover reflected. Newnan attorney Pope Jones was a Sunday School pupil in Cliff Glover's class as a boy. "I remember him through the years," he said. "He was just a nice person. That's the only way I know to describe him," Jones said. "You couldn't find a more genuine human being." Remembering his father, Peter Glover recalled, "He said, 'Jesus came to serve.' And that's how he lived."