
In the
early years of Biltmore Industries, Mr. Fred Seely had a very valuable
employee. He was a Cherokee Indian by
the name of Henry Bradley Parham. Henry
and a brother, Irving, had left the Indian Reservation to become part of the
"white mans' world." The two
brothers had a farming operation in the Leicester section but Henry decided he
could make a better living in the cotton mill.
Henry and two sisters, Nanny and Meg, worked at a mill at Elk Mtn. until
Henry left to join Mr. Fred Seely at Biltmore Industries.
Henry
had knowledge of millwork and likely experience in weaving, from the Indian
Reservation. Henry was a good "all
around man". He quickly learned to operate the machinery and was also
available to help in the construction of all the buildings.
In 1930,
at about the age of 50, Henry Parham died suddenly and unexpectedly at his
breakfast table with cerebral hemorrhage.
At work
the previous day, Henry, in addition to his regular duties, had helped carry
and place a lot of heavy material for the extension of the dye house. He was a hard worker!
The
morning he died, a stray cat came by.
Henry Parham petted the cat and told his wife to make sure the cat was
fed! He was a kind and loving man. The cat was never seen again?
Mr.
Seely was very supportive and understanding with the Parham family at this time
because, their loss was his also. Mr.
Seely helped Mrs.
Carrie Parham and her children financially, and with
clothing and shoes.
Richard
C. Parham was nine years old when he lost his father. At this tender age he was so much impressed with Mr. Seely's
kindness during this tragedy, that he is eternally grateful. Mr. Seely told Richard that when he became
of working age, which was 16, to come to Biltmore Industries and he would see
about a job for him.
Richard
Cornelius Parham: named after King Richard the Lionhearted and Cornelius of
Acts in the New Testament, was born February 10, 1921, in the Craggy area near
Asheville. By the time he was ten years
old, he had lived in three different places and attended three different
schools.

Richard C. Parham
EARLY MEMORIES
Richard remembers a lot about his
father. He knows his father loved his
wife and family and would never have left them by choice. . Richard was too young to remember but he had
two baby sisters, Ruby and Ruth, who died before they were a year old. He doesn't remember the cause of their death
but knows it was some kind of fever.
Richard himself had whooping cough and croup as a child.
Richard's earliest memories are from about the age of five. He remembers his father getting him a
tricycle and how he made tracks in the mud with it. He remembers it was cold and the tracks would freeze
overnight. Richard would ride in the
tracks he made the day before.
Richard
was about 8 years old when his father got his little sons a brand new wagon
with red wheels and sideboards. He and
his brother took it to the top of the steep hill where they lived. Richard warned his brother that they were
taking a big chance. On the way down,
one of the wheels hit a rock and his brother lost control. They crashed their new wagon into the side
of a house. The wagon was a total
loss. The boys were banged up and
bruised but okay. He remembers his
father telling his mother that the wagon was a waste of money.
Richard
remembers the scooter his father got him and the accident he had with it. He was coming down steep Hillside Street and
decided he would jump off! He did and
his foot landed on a broken glass jar.
His father, who had come home from work ran fast to him, and carried him
to the house. A neighbor, who was a
nurse, came over and bandaged the very bad cut. His father held him for a long time and did so every day when he
got off work. His father usually went
to work before daylight and came home after dark, five days every week. He
worked an extra half-day on Saturday.
He took care of his family.
Richard
never became acquainted with his Native-American ancestors. He knows of the resentment his mother's
father had toward his father, Henry.
Richard knows his father was a good and honest man.
Richard
remembers his mother taking her children to church. He remembers the congregations as being very spiritual. Sometimes the attending ones would shout and
shake. He remembers hiding under the
pews at times when things he didn't understand took place. His father didn't attend church very much
but his mother was a regular. His
mother wanted her children to know about "spiritual life."
Richard
has often wondered about his father and Native-American worship. He doesn't know a lot about the Indians and
their relationship with the Creator. He
believes there is always a Bigger Plan.
In his
early years, Richard was baptized in the Faith. Afterward he saw many that professed, but did not practice their
religion.
Richard's mother re-married
about a year after his father died. His
stepfather was a stone mason who did much of the stonework in and around Grove
Park Inn and Biltmore Industries.
The
adjusted family moved to a house on Beaverdam Road and later to a house in a hollow between Sunset and
Patton Mountains. Their home was near
and above the Inn and Industries.
Richard was not always a
"little angel" in his young years.
He and some of his friends threw rocks at the town boys when they
ventured onto what they considered "their territory". Richard and his friends had fun running them
off "their" mountain.
Once
they saw two people at the rock-quarry and thought it was more kids that had
wondered up there. Richard picked up a
red-clay clod and threw it and hit one of them between the shoulder
blades. When the couple stood up, they
were big grown-ups! The one Richard had
hit looked well over six feet tall! The
two big fellows chased Richard and his friend for a long distance. Only their knowledge of the mountain and how
to run through a thicket saved them from a real trouncing. These guys were real mad and wanted to hang
Richard and his friend "out to dry!"
Richard had to run 'like a rabbit' to get away.
Richard
usually had Saturday afternoons to do as he wanted. He liked to go to the movies.
His hero was Buck Jones, a western star of his time. Buck Jones didn't
get too mushy with the women! Richard
pretended to be Buck Jones and his brother was another star, Bob Steele. They wrestled. Richard usually won and got in trouble, because his mother knew
this was just a bunch of stuff!
Richard
and his brothers or friends would find ways to see the movies.
If they didn't have money, they would improvise and
find work. One of the businessmen they
could depend on was Harry Blomberg.
Harry had a car dealership on Market Street and they would stop by to
see if he might be good for a movie ticket.
He usually was. Harry would not
ever, just give them the fare, but made them work doing odd jobs to earn their
way. There was always some sweeping,
cleaning, or moving that needed to be done, and Harry would put the boys to
work. Richard appreciates the lessons
he learned from earning his way to the movies.
Harry would usually give each of the boys a quarter. At that time, a quarter would buy two
hamburgers at 5 cents each, a drink for 5 cents, and the admission to the movie
was a dime! Everyone profited, Harry by
helping the youngsters, and the boys for earning their way.
On one
occasion, Richard went by himself to see the movie "Dracula" with
Bella Lugosi. There were not many
travelers on the path up Sunset Mtn. and Richard was alone this night. The wind was blowing softly and it was
dark. As he was walking up the path, he
stopped a second for a breather. A
small forked branch fell down and landed on Richard's neck. He thought Dracula had surely got him! He was home real fast!!!!
He tells
of another time he was walking home alone at night. His way took him past a cemetery. From the direction of the graveyard, he could hear something that
sounded like a moan. He really wanted
to run home, but his curiosity would not allow him to go on without finding out
what it was. He crept toward the noise
and saw something white. At first, he
actually thought he was seeing a ghost.
He really didn't know what to do.
It kept making the moaning sound and Richard picked up a stick and threw
it toward the white object. The object
bolted away. When it moved, Richard saw
it was a white calf. He was very
relieved!!!
By age
13, Richard was not school-minded and he began skipping this
inconvenience. School itself was okay
to him but he felt many of the other kids considered them-selves to be better
than he. Some would make fun and jests
about the clothes he wore and the lunches he brought. His overalls were ragged and worn but they were always
clean. His lunch of cornbread and milk
and fresh vegetables was probably more delicious and nutritious than their loaf
bread (light-bread) sandwiches but they hadn't learned better. After awhile he began leaving home, as if
going to school, but would stop at the Grove Park Inn horse barn and stay there
until time to return. The man in charge
of the barn would trade his light-bread sandwiches for Richard's home made
lunches. Richard made a pal but was
soon caught up with for his negligence.
He then had to go to work with his stepfather.
In
addition to helping take care of farming chores, he began working as a mason's
helper. He was paid one dollar a day
and his stepfather charged him three dollars a week for room and board.
When
Richard was 14, his stepfather decided he, his brother Howard and his
stepbrother Dave, needed a whipping for something they had, or rather, had not
done. The stepfather whipped the two
brothers but Richard felt it was not deserved and wouldn't allow himself to be
treated in this way. He even picked up
a "tater digger" to defend himself.
Richard
had to leave his mother and his home because of this incident. A few years
later, Mr. Seely told the stepfather that he was wrong and should have treated
Richard better.
Richard
moved in with a sister and did a lot of odd jobs during the next two years. He
was willing to do any job to earn his keep.
For a few months, he was hired to attend the tollgate on Sunset
Mountain. During this time, he was able
to spend some time with his mother without being charged for his board. Richard had a good mother.
Richard
is a guitar player. He took his first
lessons from a professional named "Panhandle Pete". Pete traded or gave Richard an early
"Gibson Guitar". Richard
learned to play on this instrument. He was doing well until some kids knocked
it over and broke it. He traded the
broken guitar to another friend for a 22- caliber pistol.
He
wanted the pistol to "bluff" someone where he worked at the
tollgate. Richard was only a kid and
the guy there was overbearing. He told
Richard he was going to "kick his butt"! The bluff worked but his mother found out and he had to get rid
of the gun. The fellow who gave Richard
trouble liked to stick his head into the cars he stopped. Once he stopped some folks and put his head
in. The driver knocked him out
cold. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't bother Richard anymore either.
The fellow, who got the guitar,
restored it to original condition, and no amount of talking could get the
instrument back. Richard wanted it
badly but they had made a deal. Richard
still plays occasionally.

BEING HIRED at BILTMORE INDUSTRIES
At age
15, Richard was hired to dig a basement for Robert Stevens, manager of the
Industries. When he completed this job,
Mr. Stevens told him that Mr Seely wanted him to come see him. He was hired immediately in October 1936,
for a wage of 35 cents an hour.
Because
of the past, Richard had retained utmost respect for Mr. Seely, and was glad to
be a part of the Biltmore Industries.
Richard
was to be his father's replacement and started by being trained on the same
machine Henry Parham had used. This was
the "picker machine". This
machine is an important start of wool processing.
While
learning, one of Richard's statements, was so amusing that his trainer lost his
false teeth and tobacco in the machine.
Richard said the fellow got his teeth out but lost his 'chaw'. Richard was willing to do any of the
different jobs and got experience in all the different phases of cloth
making. He also helped on the grounds
and worked as night watchman. He tried
weaving for a few weeks and decided it was not for him. He asked to be allowed to do other jobs.

Richard Parham has always been a handsome
fellow. In his younger years, he had
quite a few lady admirers. Once he
dated a girl who had an identical twin.
One evening he went to pick her up and was driving down the road when
the girl said, "Wait a minute, you've got the wrong one!" Richard said, "Are you
sure?". The girl said, "Yes,
I'm sure. I'm not my sister."
"Well, "Richard said, "You both look just alike and act just
alike so I don't reckon it makes any difference."
Richard took her home and found her
sister and mother having a big laugh.
Richard didn't go back.
Once
Richard went out with a very beautiful girl and was so proud until she gave him
a big kiss. He had been sick on tobacco
before and, this girl had snuff in her mouth!
"Whew", that ended that relationship.
Another
girl who worked at Biltmore Industries liked to dance. Her nickname was "Jitterbug". She had her cap set for Richard's attention
but he decided she was too fast for him.
He told her he had two left feet. What an excuse!
For about
three years, Richard dated the daughter of a man who owned a trucking
company. The girl and her father were
making wedding plans. The father was
going to give Richard a new one and a half-ton truck to get him started in the
business. This plan might have come to
be had not something happened that changed all that. A new girl came to work at the Industries.

This is Tilda
When
Tilda Ingle appeared, Richard knew she had come for him. It was love at first sight. Richard and
Tilda were married in 1941, with Fred Seely's personal blessing. Mr. Seely gave Richard two hundred dollars
and Tilda one hundred dollars as a wedding gift. He also gave Tilda three homespun suit-coats and gave them both a
week off with pay. Mr. Seely knew they
belonged together. Tilda had been
'nanny' for Mr. and Mrs. Seely's grandchildren. They all called her "Tillie". The newlyweds came back to work after only three days.
The girl
named "Jitterbug" was very unhappy because of this turn of events.
Because
of his own personal experience, Richard Parham knew Fred Seely as a leader he
could willingly follow. Richard knows of many charities Fred Seely
supported. He recalls numerous
instances in which Mr. Seely helped individuals. When circumstances would allow, no one but Mr. Seely, and the
ones helped, knew of it. Many times
this help was in the form of employee loans and the money was never deducted
from their pay. When a real need was there,
Mr. Seely took care of his employees and others. Richard's own opinion and knowledge is that, Mr. Seely always
tried to be fair and do what was right in any situation. It was a traumatic time for the Industries
when Mr. Seely passed on.
EXPERIENCE WITH LATER INDUSTRIES MANAGEMENT
Richard only talked with
Fred Seely Jr. a few times. Fred Jr.
had the impossible task of trying to fill his father's shoes. As far as Richard was concerned, there was
only one Fred Seely.
The
manager of the Industries, considered it his duty to be a part of any of the
happenings on the property. Once the
sewer was clogged and the workmen had done some backbreaking work digging out
the pipes. They had found the stoppage
and had plugged the bottom end. The manager
came and offered to help. The workmen told him to pull out the plug when the
time came. When they knew the pipe was
not clogged they told the manager to pull the plug. He did and the pressure came through the pipe and sprayed him
with the sewage. Mr. Fred Seely Sr.
told the manager to go home and take a bath.
Mr. Seely told the workmen that he knew what had been done and they
should be ashamed of themselves. He seemed to enjoy the prank also.
Once a
heavy piece of metal fell on Richard's foot.
It almost tore one of his toes off.
His foot was numb and he took his blood-filled shoe off. The general manager, Mr. Stevens, almost
fainted when he saw the injury.
"Get him to the hospital right now!" Mr. Stevens said.
Richard
was taken to the hospital, but they sent him to the company doctor who wanted
to amputate the torn toe. Richard told
the doctor to try to save it. It was
saved!
Mr.
Stevens told the other workers that Richard was the toughest man he had ever
seen. He called Richard back to work
while he was still on crutches. At the
time, it seemed the work just couldn't get done, without Richard Parham there.

There is
a 3' diameter clay tile tunnel that leads from the boiler room to the dye
house. The tunnel is probably in excess
of one hundred yards long. When the
tile was laid, a worker became stuck while putting mortar on the joints. It was
a major problem getting him out! The
tile carried the steam pipes into the washroom and dye house. No one liked the idea of going into the
tunnel. The time came when an intercom
was needed to relay messages to and from the dye house. Not a soul would volunteer to carry the wire
through the tunnel. Finally, Richard
saw no one else to do it,, so he agreed to take the trip. He said it was some experience. He got extremely hot about half way
through. There was no light. He had to stop and rest. Richard became nervous because he thought it
would be a bad place to meet his end.
Finally he regained enough strength to continue. He was a hero of sorts to the other workers
and enjoyed his fame, until it was decided that a phone line was needed. Must we guess who got the job? It wasn't as bad the second time because of
previous experience, but Richard said he thought he was crazy for doing it the
first time. He knew he was crazy for
doing it again!
Richard
worked for Biltmore Industries until November 1942, when he was drafted into
the U.S. Army after Pearl Harbor.



From
1942 until 1946, Richard was at war in defense of his ideals. He vividly remembers the horrors of the war,
the sacrifices made, and the ones who didn't get to come home. He remembers the
training, the forced marches, the weapons, the landing craft, and the costs of
the battles. He remembers the
Philippine natives who were guerilla fighters and how tough, mean, and
determined they were to beat the Japanese invaders.
Richard
was a good soldier. He earned the rank
of sergeant and was offered more stripes with an office type job if he would
re-enlist. Richard declined this promising
career because he wanted more than anything to be home with his wife and his
daughters.
In 1946, Richard returned to his job but found it was not the same. Mr. Seely was gone and so was his leadership. Richard had a family and wanted to use his G.I. benefits for schooling, but met resistance from Industries management. After about a year, he found another to sponsor his education and left Biltmore Industries.
After leaving Biltmore
Industries, Richard went to work for Post Machinery and Foundry. He stayed with Mr. Post from 1947 until
1954.
While working for Mr. Post, Richard
became seriously ill with stomach problems.
He felt this sickness was due to his wartime experiences and especially
the times of having to drink impure water. The doctors removed a large part of
his ulcerated stomach and told him that his hard-working days were over.
Richard
knew from what he had observed that "there were more old soldiers
and even old drunks than there were old doctors."
He
defied their advice and went back to doing what he knew to do. This amazed the doctors, his employer and
his family. Richard used his G.I. benefits for schooling to learn all he could
about foundry work and the pouring of melted metal. He earned a diploma in Foundry work from the school.
Because
of necessity, Richard paid heed to the V.A. doctors who advised him that the
extreme atmosphere of foundry work was detrimental to the skin condition that
had been contracted during the
war in the South Pacific. He received a Veteran's Administration pension for this skin
problem. For about a year he worked for
the V.A. and took nurse training at the Oteen V.A. Hospital.
Richard
went back to the Post Foundry but left after a short while. He continued to use
what he had learned along with his own talents to produce ornamental metal and
also some large orders for man-hole covers that were needed by surrounding
towns.
. After
about a year, he went to work for Hicks Mfg. Co. as a security guard. In 1964,
after about seven years, this company closed its plant and moved away.
Richard
did some work in construction and, in 1965, went to work for Stencil
Corporation in the security department. He stayed with Stencil for 20 years and
retired in 1985.
Richard
and Tilda shared their lives for 59 years until her body gave out at the age of
82. Her spirit never wavered until the
end. She had a wonderful nature and
cared about people. Those who knew her
always felt better after talking with Tilda.
She was very intelligent and quoted poetry from memory. She had the ability to compose and remember
her own poems that she stored in her heart.
Most were too personal to write down and she took them with her. They were deep and touching poems about
life.
Richard
feels blessed to have been able to spend all those years with this lady. She was everything he needed to make it in
this world. They worked together
building their homes and raising their two daughters, Martha and Kathleen. They were blessed with three grandsons; Lee,
Jamie, and Brian. They also have a
granddaughter, Dale. They have three
great-grandsons; Blane, Jake, Justin, and a great-grand daughter Nikki.
Richard
loves his family.
Richard
is a good concrete mason and carpenter.
With his own work and resources, he built homes for his family. He sold the first house he built and built
another.
In 1983,
Richard and his family lost their home to fire and he had to start all over
again as family homebuilder. It was
devastating to lose their home and belongings, but when the going gets tough,
the tough keep going. Richard built
again.

Richard giving his daughter Martha in marriage
Up until
about he was 40 years of age, Richard had known what most preachers taught and
the results. He realized that there was
more to it than professing. He became more interested and hungry for the real
knowledge. He began earnestly reading the Holy Scriptures himself. A preacher
he respected told him to pray for understanding. Richard found that to have peace inside, one must love God and
his neighbor.
Richard
doesn't feel he was called to preach.
He cannot figure out why the whole world cannot see the simplicity of
the way we should live.
Richard
says that anyone who knows, "everything about anything", is not to be
trusted.
When
Richard perceives that wrong is being done, he tries to take the problem to its
source. In years past, laws were
changed that provided for the sale of alcoholic beverages until late night and
on Sundays. Richard obtained an
audience with the Chairman of the County Commission. The Chairman had made it known in his campaign, that he was a
church deacon. With this credential to
get elected, Richard hoped this man would understand. At this meeting, Richard told of his concerns about the making of
alcohol so readily available in the community and to the youth especially. The Chairman assured Richard that enough
police would be hired to get the problem users off the street. Richard tried to explain to the Chairman
that this was backward thinking and if the products were not so available that
there would not be so many problems.
During the conversation, Richard realized that to the commissioner, it
was not a question of right and wrong, but a question of taxes and money. He thanked the commissioner for his
time. The Commission Chairman made
Richard an honorary N.C. Colonel and gave him a certificate. Richard threw the distinction in the
trash.
At
another time, Richard made an appointment to see his Congressman. Richard's beef this time was about the
Social Security Program and the penalty for being a Notch Baby. He asked the Congressman several questions
concerning this and other Government programs.
The Congressman didn't or couldn't give a satisfactory answer to any of
the questions. Richard thanked the man
for his time and was leaving when the Congressman asked Richard a question, "What
do you think of our president?".
Richard answered straightforward,
"not much at all."
"What do you mean? The
president gave you a tax cut." The Congressman said. Richard answered, "He did not give me a tax cut! A man I work with makes $35,000 a year and he gets twenty dollars
more a week. I make less than $12,000
and I get 1 dollar and eighty cents a week more on my check. The federal tax on gas went up 3 cents on
the gallon and the utilities raised their rates. It costs me more now, than it did before." The congressman didn't have anything else
to say. The assistant who was supposed
to be taking notes smiled and winked at Richard as he left the office.
Richard
Parham went to war for his God and Country.
He welcomes the opportunity to tell any bureaucrat or bureaucracy why he
was willing to serve. "I went for
freedom, yes freedom. I went for my
family and all the families. I went to
war and experienced all the atrocities so no one could tell me what to do or
how to do it as long is it does no damage to one of my neighbors. I try to help my neighbors and above all, I
am for real peace."
In 1986, Richard visited
Biltmore Industries to reminisce and reflect. He talked with some of the
employees and was informed of an opening.This was a part-time position as
Homespun Museum attendant. Being
retired, Richard had some spare time and thought it might be interesting to
return to the place he had begun, so many years before. He talked with the manager and began working
some on weekends. "It was as
if a weaver's knot had been tied. His
thread was once again on the shuttle."
Because
of past experience, Richard is perfect for the job. His first-hand knowledge allows visitors a genuine encounter with
history.
Harry
Blomberg was the owner and in poor health when Richard came back. He regrets that he did not have the
opportunity to talk with Mr. Blomberg about the Industries. Richard feels sorry that he didn't get to tell
Mr. Blomberg how clearly he remembers getting to see the movies as a young boy
because of him, and, how big the
quarters were to a youngster, at that special time.
After a
while, Richard began working more hours and also helping some with maintenance.
Richard
feels deep gratitude that this history of the Biltmore Industries has been kept
for posterity. He has an understanding
and knowledge of his surroundings that is only his to share. He considers it a great privilege to be at
the Industries.
In making his living,
Richard Parham has only known work. He
has been a loyal employee to many good people.
He earned some of his first quarters from Harry Blomberg. He earned a position at Biltmore Industries
from Fred Seely. Mr. Post, at the
foundry, was a good man to work for.
Other supervisors at Hicks Mfg. and Stencil Corp. could depend on
Richard to do his job. Richard had many
good leaders in the Army.
With all
his experience, Richard does not hesitate to say that Buddy, Marilyn, Barbara,
Sherry and Vanessa make the work environment, as good as it can get. Richard has learned what to appreciate and
he appreciates those who care about people, more than anything. Richard appreciates being allowed to
continue being part of Biltmore Industries.

Buddy Patton Richard
Parham
Richard's father taught him at a very young age to give a day's work for
a day's pay. This is his basic
philosophy.
All types of visitors enjoy the
museums. One afternoon, two couples
came up the road and were a "boisterous" lot. They most likely had been into the Wild
Turkey and were the kind of folks who have a good time at others expense.
Richard greeted the visitors and one said, "How are you?"
"Pretty good," was Richard's reply.
The guy
who spoke then said smartly, "Pretty good huh, well, what good have you
done lately?" The others in the
group snickered at the question.
Richard
didn't have to think what he should say, the message poured out of him. In just a few well-structured words, he
preached a most powerful sermon.
Richard
looked the man straight in the eye.
" I have been reading my Bible every day for the last forty
years. The Bible tells me that Only God
is Good. I try to live, only as The
Good I know, would have me."
Four,
over blown balloons, suddenly had a pin stuck in them. Their pompous nature became very
humble. They walked through the museums
very carefully and only spoke in whispers.
They gave a nice donation and left with seriousness instead of
silliness.
The fire
he holds and the light it shines is his, and he shares it generously with
everyone.
