I made an appointment to go in to the Sheriff’s Office and visit with Carter Weaver. I had seen him a couple days earlier at Olive’s Tavern. Although, we didn’t speak, I had been trying to get up with him. He had been recommended as a subject for the Meet Georgetown segment long before making sheriff. I just never got around to it until now.
My daughter is very fond of him, respectfully, having known him personally and as a fellow law student, as well as, someone in law enforcement that she can turn to if needed. Following law school himself, Carter is waiting to take his bar exam. I’m excited for him as it is another notch in his impressive resume’.
At 54 years old, he’s achieved quite a list of accomplishments. I believe his favorite accomplishments are his two grown children. Both are successful in their own right. He’s worked with SLED, the sheriff’s department as the assistant sheriff, and now currently, he’s the sheriff.
“What made you decide to go into law enforcement?” I asked.
“Well, my grandfather is Woodrow Carter,” he began. “When I was twelve years old, I was at his house, over there on Prince Street. It was nighttime when this lady, carrying a baby, came to the house. She was crying and telling my grandfather about her husband. He’d taken last week’s pay and gambled it away, then he took this week’s pay and he’s gambling with it now. The baby was hungry and she had no money to feed the child so my grandfather said he’d be right back and left.
“He came back about fifteen minutes later with the husband, with the pay for this week, and the pay for last week. To my knowledge, the man didn’t gamble anymore after that. That’s when I knew: I wanted to do what my grandfather did and help people. I wanted to be like him. He cared. He truly cared and I really respected that.”
“So the woman and the baby situation carried a lot of weight then?”
“It’s wasn’t just that,” he confessed. “I used to sometimes eavesdrop on his calls. Back then, you didn’t have social media, or cell phones, you had a lot of one-on-one. I remember his deputies calling to give him report or dropping by at the house to tell him what’s going on. Sheriffs back in the day were personable and very hands-on as my grandfather was with the lady and the crying baby. I liked that. I think all of it influenced me.”
My husband was with me and remembers the “Woodrow Carter,” era as he’s also from Georgetown. Indeed, he also remembers Michael Carter, of course, Carter Weaver’s uncle. The way Sheriff Weaver and my husband connected, you’d think he was the one interviewing Carter and not me. I have written on my notepad “next time leave husband in car.”
Carter shared with me that he started working SLED in 1986. He left there in 2001 to work as Assistant Sheriff to (the late) Lane Cribb. Since his passing, Carter’s taken Lane’s position being promoted to his grandfather (and uncle’s) old post as the Sheriff.
“The transition from Assistant Sheriff to Sheriff was quite a change,” Carter shared. “You’d think it wouldn’t be that much of a change having been involved in the day-to-day operations of the job, but it was quite a change, at first. I know I have some mighty big shoes to fill, too, between my own family and Lane Cribb.”
He talked about how Lane had beat out his Uncle Michael for the position as sheriff and people thought he was crazy to come work for Lane side-by-side.
“But Lane cared and he didn’t care who got the credit for a job well done, either, just as long it was done and everything was okay. Like Woodrow, he had a compassionate heart for his deputies and the people he was sworn to protect.”
We went on to talk about the upcoming election, his rival, who by the way, he doesn’t view as an opponent, but as someone he respects, as well. Carter insists, that in spite of what some may or may not think, they get along just fine.
“We just recently had an event where we both got up and talked and addressed the room,” he said of their recent encounter.
“A meet and greet?” I asked. “Or was it a debate?”
Carter laughed a little and said, “A little of both actually. I spoke on some issues that needed to be addressed such as some kind of incentive for people to want to join the sheriff department, like merit raises. They need something more routine in terms of pay. It’s not my call to make, though, it’s on council’s part, but I’d like to see it happen and I am backing it.”
We talked about Wendy (Ard) Powers. Both of us agreed that she is one of the toughest, yet sweetest, people you will ever meet. She’s a good deputy and a good person (Go Wendy!). Personally, Wendy was always one of my favorite people when she and I worked together.
As we wrapped up the interview, our new sheriff looked at my notepad and said, “That’s it? That’s all the notes you’re going to take?”
Funny! I thought he said he’d read some of my articles and knew the skinny. I can make an ant proud as I use my pen to write his anthill into the Swiss Alps.
Seriously, though, I have to admit, writing about Georgetown, the many places, and the abundance of fine people, has truly become one of my more favorite things to write about. I thank Sheriff Weaver for the esteem privilege to sit down, talk to him, and include him into my collage of people in Meet Georgetown.