James Lutzweiler

Profile Updated: November 13, 2009
Class Year: 1964
Residing In: Jamestown, NC USA
Spouse/Partner: Shelly
Occupation: Archivist/Historian
Children: Christopher Adam James Lutzweiler, conceived on 23 November 1983 and born on 23 August 1984.

Nicholas More…James Thomas Lutzweiler, conceived on 21 December 1985 and born on 24 September 1986.

No others that I know of.
Yes! Attending Reunion

After DHS I attended Pillsbury Conservative Baptist Bible College in Owatonna, Minnesota, graduating magna cum laude in 1968 with a BA in Bible and Biblical Languages (Greek, Hebrew and Aramaic). Then in 1968 I enrolled in Central Baptist Theological Seminary in Minneapolis, Minnesota, graduating therefrom in 1972 with a Masters in Divinity. In 1969 I married a college sweetheart who was born in a log cabin in the magnificent hills of western North Carolina.
In 1972 I entered the real estate profession and continued in it as a salesman and a broker until 1989. I sold $25 million of real estate before becoming involved as a partner with an attorney on some valuable land in Chaska, Minnesota. He pulled an Ahab/Jezebel number on me (see I Kings 21) and I ended up for three months in a Minnesota facility in which Cole Younger had once matriculated. Having lost $1 million in property and just about everything else, I moved to North Carolina and rejoined my spouse who had left earlier because of the pain.
In 1992 I launched a microfilm business in which I film old documents, letters and archival materials and sell them to graduate school libraries for use in PhD programs etc. My clients include Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Duke, Emory, little known schools in Turkey, Australia and Canada --and the Illinois State Historical Society.
In 1994 I enrolled at North Carolina State University where I earned an MA in American History and have become the world's leading authority on "The Yellow Rose of Texas." If one Google's my name and the title to this song, one can read more about it. In fact if one Google's just my name, one can catch up on a lot including my puppy love story about Cheryl Freed who has now long gone to her reward. God bless her sweet memory.
In 1999 I added to my microfilm business the duties of an Archivist at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary where I continue to work today.
In 2008 I published a beautiful limited (1,000 copies) signed edition art/poetry/history coffee table book entitled "The Ballad of Salvation Bill by Robert Service." In addition to dust jacket comments by Jimmy Carter, Robert Goulet and God, it contains a review by the inimitable James Higby (DHS '64) that is classic. The book sells for $33.00 (postpaid) and might already be in a library near you. It is available only from me and is probably worth closer to $50.00.
I am presently a member of the Gethsemane Baptist Church in Greensboro, North Carolina; a member of the Texas State Historical Association; a member of the North Carolina Historical Society, and probably several other organizations that I cannot now recall. I head to New Orleans on November 17 for a society meeting, then go on to Kansas City to chase archival papers, and then to Springfield, Missouri, to do a concert with my guitar. In January 2010 I head to Colorado to visit the remote Rocky Mountain 1848 Christmas Camp of John C. Fremont (read about it online) as I continue to pursue one of my favorite themes: the role of the first transcontinental railroad in the coming of the Civil War.
I continue to stay in close touch with my sandbox playmate of 60 years ago, to wit, James Higby. Time is flying.

School Story:

Sue Dewey used to sit ahead of me in Latin class. Often her pink slip would show, sending me into paroxysms of lust that have only recently abated. My first date ever was in third grade with Jane Ann Weigle and I would sure like to know if she remembers it. We went to see Santa Claus land in a helicopter at the DHS football field.

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Jul 24, 2020 at 10:31 AM

Happy birthday, Chrystal Greene. I remember you well and how you made my heart go pitter patter in third grade!

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Apr 11, 2020 at 4:35 AM
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Feb 02, 2019 at 10:44 AM

Hi Wayne,

I remember you well! Happy BD!


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Nov 29, 2018 at 3:02 PM

Posted on: Nov 29, 2018 at 10:45 AM

Hi Jane Ann,

I hate to play an old saw, but every year at Christmas time I reflect back on the first date of my life: with you in third grade to go see Santa Claus land in a helicopter at what is now Bowers Field. My personality has been warped ever since because yoou have not only not treasured this occasion in your heart but have totally forgotten it ever occurred! Somehow I will survive it.

Since I think you get to Charlotte, NC, now and then (I see one of your children was born there), I have a birthday gift for you. Next time you are there, head to Mama Ricotta's Italian Restaurant on King Street/Blvd/Whatever and order the chicken penne pasta with Italian sausage and the house salad. That is your return on investment for letting me take you to see Santa in third grade.

Best wishes,


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Posted on: Nov 21, 2018 at 10:47 AM

Hi Anna,

Happy Birthday.

i remember you well. Jim Higby and I recall you as the teacher's pet, and we were sore because we were not!


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Posted on: Aug 10, 2018 at 10:39 AM

Love you, Mal! Come see me.


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Apr 11, 2018 at 4:33 AM
Jan 01, 2018 at 10:33 AM

Well spoken, Annabel. You gave me a thirll every time I gazed upon your torso!


Nov 29, 2017 at 11:10 AM

Happy birthday, Jane Ann. Just this past week I told my wife that the first date I ever had in life was with you. We were in third grade and we rode our bicycles to see Santa Claus land in a helicopter at what is now Bowers Field. I suspect you do not recall that, but I do. To this day I can't tell if it was you or Santa Claus who excited me more.

I don't recall if I told you this in a previous memo, but Jim Butruff was my catcher in pony league baseball. He was always an inspiration. Benny Burch and Chip Hicks were also in different years. For some reason when I picture Jim I see him with a little bead of sweat above his lip. It must have been those humid Dixon summers.

Peace and plenty,


May 20, 2017 at 6:42 AM

Hi Jane,

Do you have a sister named Floy? Was your father a farmer with Guy Johnson?

Easiert to email me or text me at stjimbow@gmail.com or 336-686-2043.

Jim Lutzweiler

May 18, 2017 at 10:32 AM

Happy Birthday, Carol. I was madly in love with you in second or third grade!

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Apr 11, 2017 at 4:33 AM
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:47 AM

Happy Birthday, Bennie. I will always remember you as the catcher when I pitched in Little League or Pony League even though I can't remember which!

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Nov 13, 2016 at 11:55 AM

Posted on: Nov 12, 2016 at 10:41 AM

Jane Ann,

I take it from Bob shoemakers message that something is happened the Jim, I do not see
anything on your profile about it. If he is gone, I have fond memories of him.

Aug 08, 2016 at 10:31 AM

Happy Birthday, Beverly. Thanks for all those passionate kisses you gave to Jim Ewbank and me in grade school!

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Jul 15, 2016 at 5:58 PM

Posted on: Jul 14, 2016 at 8:44 PM

A Biographical Dictionary of My Friends and Familiar Faces:

An Autobiographical Abstract about Miss Alice Richardson from

My First Five Thousand Lives:

The Adventures of an Archivist and the Tunes of a Troubadour


James Lutzweiler
Miss Alice Richardson

   Gladys Richardson was my freshman high school English teacher. I recall her as a single old maid with purple hair. For all I know she might have been married or a madam in a house of ill repute prior to her entry into English. In all events, she ruled our class with a rod of irony. I have at least two wonderful memories under her tutelage. I may have more before this memoir is over.
   In those days (1964-1965) I was also an avid reader of Mad magazine as well as Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I still am and I still expect to be until my dying day --which is creeping up on me altogether too quickly for my tastes. Be that as it may, two things I had read in Mad magazine came to my rescue during one of the many boring days I was unable to fall asleep. At the time and in retrospect I cannot believe the perfect setups she gave me.
   The first involved the famous painting of Whistler's Mother. How or why she brought up this painting in an English class I have no recollection. But the minute she did, I did have a recollection of a clever quip I had read in Mad about W's mom. Thus, my interest in Alice's otherwise monotonous monologue was heightened considerably. I thought to myself, "What if she should ask, 'Where is Whistler's Mother today'?" I quivered with anticipation. Somewhere between one and one thousand nanoseconds later, Richardson rhetorically asked the class, "Where is Whistler's Mother today?" Absolutely enraptured by her ejaculation and without even raising my hand for permission to speak, I quickly and loudly volunteered the answer I had read in Mad: "She's off her rocker!" The class roared. Alice didn't.
   But I knew right then and there without a doubt that my vocation in life was to be a stand-up comedian. However, what I knew was a little short of scholarship, and instead I became something I know not what yet. But I do like to laugh and to make others laugh, though I have made my fair share of folks cry, too. I have no doubt that Alice, like Jesus, wept.
   The second incident involved another byte from Mad. It was an old and well known quote that Mad had twisted just a bit (and by bit I mean something between a single boulder and Pike's Peak). However, I did not know that it was twisted, when I first read it. I thought the quote I read was just a tiny piece of satire. I cannot now recall the circumstances that preceded my invocation of the quote in class one day, but no doubt I was looking for the right opportunity to spread the knowledge of this wonderful aphorism. Whatever the occasion, I have no doubt it was the right one for my revelation in response to something Miss Purple said that "Behind every successful man stands a woman [here a slight and carefully timed pause after which] --telling him that he is wrong."
   Miss Richardson got a strange look on her face, as if to say that she recognized the core of this comment but that something about it was like her: a bit a miss. After a decent pause of her own, she replied, "I think you've got that wrong," immediately after which I knew that I was going to be a success in life because she had told me I was wrong, just as the aphorism said!
   I was wrong, of course. I have been anything but a success in life. And yet in another sense I have been. One day in college my best friend and roommate said to me, "Lutzweiler, if you ever want to be a success in life, set your sights low." I have so set them, and in that sense I have succeeded far beyond what I thought I ever might.
   Whether it was at that time in that class or earlier, I do not know; but it was somewhere about then that I began to save my papers like a good archivist or pack rat should. I still have some treasured poems that I composed during class --but not because of an assignment to write them. Jim Ewbank, my best friend at the time, and I used to sit in the back of the class and write poems about our black friends and imaginary black friends. We had several of them. Unlike Southerners, we would never have thought not to eat at the same table with them or to discriminate against them in any way. But in some cases we thought they were not equal to us whites. We thought they were far better, a position I still subscribe to today. Nevertheless, that belief did not keep our Muses exempt from racism, and some of our poems were tinged with the N-word, partly because there were so many other words that rhymed with it, and we were lazy lyricists looking for a quick phonetic fix. If our playmates had been chartreuse in color instead of black, I have no idea what our poems would have looked like.

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Apr 11, 2016 at 4:33 AM
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:35 AM

Hi Gary,

Happy birthday! Hope to see you this summer. Not only do I remember you well, but just the other day I was thinking about your dad who coached our little league baseball team. George Maves! How's that for a pleasant memory?