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Some Articles taken from the online archive of the Charlotte Observer

June 18, 1993 Section: METRO Edition: ONE-FOUR Page: 2C



The bong should be back in Cliffside by noon today, according to clockmaker Jim Van Orsdel of Charlotte. It`s been gone since Nov. 28, when Van Orsdel dismantled the 70-year-old clock at Cliffside, in southern Rutherford County, removing the clock from the tower where it had chimed out each quarter-hour since 1922.

It had begun losing time last fall, and townspeople wanted it cleaned. Van Orsdel has had it up and running smoothly in his shop, he said, and he plans to spend this morning reinstalling it to chime on each quarter-hour. That`s 612 bongs a day.

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November 29, 1992
Section: METRO Edition: ONE-FOUR Page: 1B



Everyone down in Cliffside was all snug on their block, when a man came from Charlotte to dismantle their clock. ``I`m just packing it up,`` he said, with a grin. ``I`ll fix it up there, get it running again.`` Just hurry and bring it back, Cliffsiders say. They say they`ll miss the clock that sat in the castle turret overlooking the Cliffside railroad tracks and the Cone Mills plant. Since 1922, it has struck the quarter-hour, the half-hour, the three-quarter hour and the hour. Everyday at midnight and noon, it went Bong!

Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!

That`s 28 bongs - four bars of four at the top of each hour, plus another 1 to 12 bongs to sound the correct hour - and they could be heard for miles. Everyone could hear the bongs. They could see the clock from just about anywhere, watching the hands through the Great Depression, World War II, moon landings and the fall of communism.

Last month, the clock stopped bonging, the hands stopped turning. On Saturday, Cone Mills machinist Joe Fasolino stood at the base of the 51- foot tower, strapped on a safety harness, and laughed about the good times back when he used to sit on his girlfriend`s porch and know it was time to leave when he heard the clock strike 10.

``Tell my wife I was talking about her,`` he said in mock fear as he stepped into the boom bucket that would take him 40 feet up to one of the 5-1/ 2-foot opaque glass clock faces on each side of the tower. He turned serious as he carefully removed the cedar minute and hour hands and cradled them.

Inside the tower on the second floor, clockmaker Jim Van Orsdel was twisting and pulling, taking apart gears and chains, universal joints, pulleys and weights. He and assistant Abe Atwell tagged each piece, put it in a plastic envelope and filled boxes with the parts. The biggest wheels went in pillowcases.

``Taking `em apart`s simple,`` said Van Orsdel. From dawn to dusk, he and Atwell labored in the tower, lowering boxes and parts by rope. The parts are in The Clock Shop in Charlotte now, the first time they`ve left Cliffside since being installed in the 1920s. In 90 days, they`ll be freshly cleaned, properly fixed and ready to return home.

``Putting them back together is simple too,`` said Van Orsdel. ``We`ll have that up and running. It`ll look like a showpiece when it gets done.`` It`s a treasured item for the entire community, said Mike Weather, master mechanic for Cone Mills. ``Besides the mill down there, this is about all we have left to hold on to.``

Cone Mills employs virtually everyone in Cliffside - 1,100 altogether in Rutherford County - and is spending about $15,000 to repair the clock and fix some of the artwork on the tower. Inlaid brick spells out ``R.R. Haynes Memorial,`` a tribute to Raleigh Rutherford Haynes, the turn-of-the-century industrialist who built half a dozen textile mills.

In the 1950s, Cone Mills bought out the plants Haynes founded, and in the mid-1970s, it moved the memorial tower a quarter-mile to stand on his old homeplace. The mill village has since vanished, but the clock tower remains. A few more months and . . . bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong. . . .

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