When Meadow George Lemon walked into the Ritz Theater in Wilmington, N.C., at age 11, he didn’t have much going for him. He was born a second-class citizen in the Jim Crow South. His folks had split up, leaving his aunt and uncle to raise him - a skinny boy with a funny name “not at the top of anyone’s priority list,” as he later wrote. And, for a kid who looked forward to splurging 25 cents on westerns and adventure flicks, there was no clear way out.
Then, in the early 1940s, Lemon saw the newsreel that changed his life.
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Thank you for the smiles and family memories. R.I.P.
Another great that has left us. He was always one of my favorites growing up. RIP, Meadowlark.
God bless the Meadow Lark for bringing so much joy into the lives of others. Throughout my childhood he served as a role model and an inspiration. He will be missed, but never forgotten. R.I.P.
He meant a lot to me as a kid. Goodbye, good sir, and thank you.
thank you meadow
Thank you for bringing much joy. RIP
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