Gibsonville Antiques & Collectibles

 

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     Gibsonville is rich in history and spirit.


     Families have lived here for generations.  They raise their children here and love calling it their home.  They are a community of hard working folks who love their country and are always willing to lend a hand.  Children may move away, but they always seem return to the memories of their childhood here in Gibsonville.  Torry Holt and Terrence Holt, two of NFL's greats, once called Gibsonville home.  And, they return each year to host the Holt Brothers Football Camp.  


     Gibsonville weaves its way into a person's soul with love and compassion.  Many times you hear teens bursting at the seams to shake a town off them when they head for college.  That's not so here.  There is a safety here.  But, it is not a false sense of security.  Residents know that bad things happen to good people.  The loss of jobs from the mills in the 80's really took a toll on families financially proving they know only too well that hard times do come.  


     It's what happens after the storms of life that makes Gibsonville great.  Gibsonville supports their own.  All the businesses you see downtown?  They have survived through hard times because the locals have supported them despite economic hardships.  We all eat at these restaurants here, first.  We will shop for our wares here, first.  Need a key made?  We are going to the Gibsonville's pawn and hardware shop before we travel to Lowe's Home Improvement.


     Neighbors look out for one another.  I have even found myself calling a neighbor when I saw their newly licensed teen run a stop sign at a dangerous intersection.  Even though I am a transplant to Gibsonville, after awhile, you just can't seem to stop yourself from helping your neighbor, your community.  Because you really care about the friends you make here, and they care about you.


     Today, we at Gibsonville Antiques & Collectibles are proud to say we are adding a new page to Gibsonville's history.  


     We are located in the original building of the textile mill known as the Mineola plant.  Built in 1868 by Berry Davidson, this building holds the hopes and dreams and sweat and sorrows of many Gibsonville residents. 


     By 1880, the Cones had bought the mill, production was booming and the town was thriving.  This mill was dedicated to denim and cordoroy.  Residents went straight to work here after graduating from Gibsonville School, and the Cones were a fantastic employer to have.  Many of the homes around Gibsonville were built by the Cones specifically for their employees.  Then, these homes were rented to the mill workers at a nominal fee.


     The Cones even had on-site nurses to tend to any needs of their employees.  It has been said there was a lady who worked at the mill that was dying of cancer.  The Cones had a trailer placed outside this lady's home, so that she could have a nurse tend to her day and night during her last days.


     During those days too, typhoid and scarlet fever was passed from contaminated milk.  To protect their employees, the Cone family invested in a dairy farm to ensure that families avoided these deadly diseases.


     The Cones were phenomenal employers, thoughtful and caring.   Their employees were grateful and proud.


     By the 80's, the textile industry started taking a huge hit in NC.  But throughout it all, the Mineola mill workers were steading working and watching the news while mill after mill closed its doors.  All praying that their mill would not be affected.


     But, as all things of this world have a beginning, all things must end.  The mill closed its doors after 100 years in 1988, at precisely 2:26pm. The reason we know the exact time is because of a clock in our basement. It was stopped when the doors of the mill were locked.  This clock is glass encased and will never restart again.


     But, now, here we are.  In this beautiful old mill.  With history seeping through every crack and cranny.  Memories are savored.  And, stories are to be told.


Antiques now rest here. 


     They remind many of those times that have gone. An old man bent with age finds a toy of his youth and for a moment his eyes light. You can see the boy he once was hopping into that pedal car and racing with his friends.


     These antiques are teaching.  A 7 year old girl learns about an old Remington typewriter, who then proceeds to ask where the screen is hiding.  A teenager has an impromptu lesson about the Kennedy family because he found a old Time magazine featuring a Kennedy scandal.


     Antiques are not just some old pieces of junk.  They are full of life still.  Because, they remind us of what America used to be.


     Come.  Visit us today.  Find yourself a piece of the past for your future enjoyment.