I'm sure that my impressions are not like anybody else's precisely and
reflect comparisons in contrast to my own upbringing. Everett, from a
business viewpoint believed in business success through smart selling,
contrasted to my father who of course recognized that you had to sell
your
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emphasized saving money in purchasing and in manufacturing efficiency
and that kind of thing. Everett realized that if you could sell your
product for ½¢ more a pound that was an easier route to bigger profits
than trying to take a ½¢ a pound out of the cost—usually. And he
recognized that steady running—if you could get a customer who could use
good volume on a regular continuous basis, that you could effect
economies of manufacturing that you never could if you were trying to
switch products all the time. The pholosophies under which businesses
grow vary with the business a great deal I think and Everett Jordan's
business was one of making commodity products which was different from
the business background that I had where practically every thing made at
Glen Raven was a specialty items. It was interesting to see the two
different pathes of success succeed, and to see the way Everett ran his
business very successfully, but quite differently from the way our
business was always run. It was very interesting.
Everett Jordan had great patience, and I guess that's a sign of maturity,
I don't guess you are mature until you have patience. But after he got
into politics people would call him every free moment he had at home.
Somebody would be calling him on the telephone with sometimes big
important issues to discuss, but most of the time, fairly petty,
unimportant issues, and he never lost patience with them. Even those who
were real pests and habitual callers about one thing and another. He
never indicated any exasperation or impatience when he talked to them
either in person or on the phone. A lot of people would come to the
house to see him and interrupt him at lunch or supper or anytime of day,
which would have infuriated me, but he never lost his cool, never
indicated that it was disturbing him a bit, and felt it was a part of
his job as a representative
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to their problems and try to help solve them. He was always available
for any constituent who needed to get a social security check reissued
or sent to another address, or try to locate a service man in Germany,
or matters that should have been corrected through some other agency of
the government. If they came to him he was always happy to try to get
the constituents' problems solved. Great patience.
I remember the time the dam was built at Saxapahaw—again, my father was
quite interested in complex construction problems and drove us down
there on Sunday afternoons several times to see the progress made in the
construction of that dam. In later years, when I was courting Rose Anne
many times tales would come up about the building of that dam and the
washing out of the old wooden dam that was there before, and the floods
that came along when they were building the new dam and washed out the
forms. And Everett and Davis and the volunteer work crew would get out
in the middle of the night and try to save things—Everett right out
there in the middle of the river with the rest of them.
And he always had a funny story to tell about practically any point that
was being discussed. He had some anecdote to illustrate it. There was
the time he found Davis working on a motor down in the pump house and he
was standing in water and he grabbed the pump and he grounded the
current going into the motor and Everett looked down and Davis was
making a croaking noise coming out of his throat and so Everett cut off
the switch or grabbed him loose and Davis said, "What took you so long?"
Everett said, "Well I just saw you down there and I grabbed you as soon
as I saw you—turned off the switch as soon as I saw you." And Davis
said, "Well I been hollering at you for about five minutes."
He always had funny stories to tell and of course he'd built that mill,
almost as a personal task from the time
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Sellers helped him buy it in 1927 until his death. He had been
personally involved with almost every phase of the cranking up of that
mill and the reequipping and the expansion. With his great capacity to
remember details, he could tell you of every piece of equipment—when it
was bought and what it did, why it was there and what the problems were
with it, and what its capabilities were, what it was used for, and how
the mill had changed products from time to time—rabbit hair blends at
one time, and had rabbit hair all over the mill.
And he was a great teacher. He put me on his board of directors very soon
after I married Rose Ann—not because I could bring anything to the
board, but because I could benefit from being on the board, and I did
benefit from it a great deal. I was just a young kid at the time of
course, but he recognized that if Sellers shared its experiences with me
it would improve my sophistication in my own work and of course he
hoped, I'm sure, that my experiences at Glen Raven would make it
possible for me to bring something to Sellers board. I don't think I
ever did bring much. He and his staff knew so much more about running
that kind of business than I did that I couldn't bring it much. But I
appreciated greatly his allowing me to sit in on his board meetings.