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12/29/06

She said "What's that cat doing?"


The last house we lived in before we left West Virginia was built in January out of green hemlock: two little rooms. The front door was a barn door. It was made out of green lumber. They put up two corner boards here and two over there and two over there and the roof was sloped one way and no studding in it, and we swept four inches of snow off the floor part of it and put a roof on it of lightweight tarpaper, and we moved in. And they just nailed the green hemlock up and down and then one by four over the cracks.

And one place in front of the front door where it was kind of cut cross grain, why Ethel woke up one night and pow, scared to death. And she wanted to know what it was. I said that's just a board seasoning and cracking. And her dad had given us a big old wool rug. And she woke me up one morning, she said what's that cat doing?

And it was laying right up close to where the stove was. It had come up under the house, raised the rug up, the cat was laying there asleep. In front of the front door there was a piece busted out in one of the floor boards about that big, it was kind of wedge shaped, and the cat went in and out of that hole.

Homer Toler
Intereviewed by Harry Robie, August 1990
http://spider.georgetowncollege.edu/HTALLANT/border/bs9/robie.htm

Did You See My Girls on the Radio?

Listen to the mill whistle. It's Wheeling Steel. On the dawn of a new year, this is the Wheeling Steel family broadcast from the headquarter city of the Wheeling Steel Corporation, Wheeling, West Virginia, with music by the....


On January 2, 1938, It's Wheeling Steel, a live radio program from the Capitol Theater in Wheeling, WV premiered coast-to-coast on the Mutual Network. The show was broadcast nationwide until 1944 every Sunday afternoon on WWVA and NBC’s Blue Network. It featured Wheeling Steel employees and their families as part of a popular musical program that later became the template for The Lawrence Welk Show.
...We welcome thousands of our families. We extend also a hearty welcome to you other friends of Wheeling Steel, our customers and your families. For your enjoyment, It's Wheeling Steel

There was nothing on the airwaves quite like it.
Headliner appearances on these programs are made by members of Wheeling Steel families or men and women right out of the mills, the factories, or the offices of the corporation. These are not acclaimed radio performers. Many in the course of these broadcasts will face the microphone for the first time. Others can claim a limited experience. In every case, their sincere efforts are to please their vast radio audience. (music and singing) The stars at night are big and bright...

Among the amateur stars of the It's Wheeling Steel radio show were the "Steel Sisters," a trio of high school girls; the "Singing Millmen"; and Sara Rehm, "the singing stenographer."

The show was the brainchild of John Grimes, Wheeling Steel's director of advertising. Grimes had first proposed the idea in 1931, but company executives were skeptical. Then, Wheeling, like other blue collar towns in the 1930s, was divided by labor troubles. Soon after Wheeling Steel signed a union contract with steelworkers in 1937, the company gave Grimes the go-ahead. A radio show could plug company products, and perhaps rekindle the feeling that Wheeling Steel was one big family.

"They got the idea of the family broadcast and it wasn't very hard to do because Wheeling has always been a very musical city. Every little night club in town had a band and practically everybody in Wheeling either worked for Wheeling Steel or had a father or a mother or uncle or aunt working for Wheeling Steel." ---Earl Summers


Open auditions drew hundreds of hopeful stars. Included were a millworker's three teenage daughters: Janet, Margaret June, and Betty Jane Evans.

"My parents were very musical. My mother played the piano; my father sang. Everybody in the family sang. We used to have a saying at our house: 'And the night shall be filled with music and the cares that infest the day shall fold their tents like the Arabs and silently slip away.' That was our family philosophy. Don't worry when you go to bed tonight because that's already over with and you can't do anything about it. Just look forward to tomorrow. And we did that." ---B. J. Evans Gee


Transcript of the film
"West Virginia"
http://www.wvculture.org/HISTORY/wvmemory/filmtranscripts/wv.html

12/28/06

Christmas reunion

Our Christmas reunion, always in the past
Was something in our hearts so dear
A link in the chain will be missing this year
Our sorrow will be hard to bear


The family will gather at home as before
For that's what you'd want us to do
Our Christmas reunion, this year will be sad
Only God knows how much we'll miss you


Your place by the fireside will look so alone
With you not in your rocking chair
We'll miss the sweet smile and the touch of your hand
At our Christmas reunion this year


We'll pray for the courage to smile and pretend
That you're back with us again
Our Christmas reunion we'll have as before
Your memory will never grow dim


From the bluegrass lyric collection of Motoya Kitagawa
www.traditionalmusic.co.uk

12/27/06

Breakin' up Christmas

Hoo-ray Jake and Hoo-ray John,
Breakin' Up Christmas all night long
Way back yonder a long time ago
The old folks danced the do-si-do.
Way down yonder alongside the creek
I seen Santy Claus washin' his feet.
Santa Claus come, done and gone,
Breakin' Up Christmas right along.

www.danielprophecy.com/edison.html

The "Breakin' Up Christmas" tradition is credited with originating in Northwest North Carolina and Southwest Virginia during the 1920s, though William Norman noted the event in his 1864 memoir, "A Portion of My Life." In the days before television - even pre-electricity for many - residents gathered in homes for ‘house parties.’ Out came the fiddles, banjos, dulcimers and other favorite instruments and there'd be music and dancing until late in the evening to commemorate the 10-day period between Christmas Day and Epiphany, or Old Christmas.

Party hosts moved furniture out of the house to make way for the festivities and the revelry moved from house to house. The event was said to have included one dance that resembled a cross between the Virginia Reel and a minuet. While the "Breakin' Up Christmas" tradition waned in the days of World War II, it enjoyed a resurgence of popularity during the 1970s. As social conditions changed through the decades, the celebrations also changed and are currently held in dance halls and civic clubs more often than in homes.

12/26/06

Cut down the damn tree and give it to the Horners!


I'm a hillbilly from way back, a hillbilly from West by God Virginia. My branch of the Horners had gone West after the Revolution and they settled in western Virginia. They lived in this little town called Lumberport. There were so many of the Horners out there that they tell a story about one Christmas (they were all Baptists) they had a Christmas celebration with a tree and lots of presents for everybody. At the Christmas celebration they were giving out the presents -- John Horner, Mary Horner, Jimmy Horner, Paul Horner. Finally some old farmer in the back piped up and said, "Cut down the damn tree and give it to the Horners." That was typical. They were all over.

James E. Davis
b. 1901 Clarksburg, WV
1971 interview
http://www.aaa.si.edu/collections/oralhistories/transcripts/davis71.htm

12/23/06

The Cherry Tree Carol (abridged)


JOSEPH was an old man,
And an old man was he,
When he wedded Mary
In the land of Galilee.

Joseph and Mary walk’d
Through an orchard good,
Where was cherries and berries
So red as any blood.

Joseph and Mary walk’d
Through an orchard green,
Where was berries and cherries
As thick as might be seen.

O then bespoke Mary,
So meek and so mild,
‘Pluck me one cherry, Joseph,
For I am with child.’

O then bespoke Joseph
With words so unkind,
‘Let him pluck thee a cherry
That brought thee with child.’

O then bespoke the babe
Within his mother’s womb,
‘Bow down then the tallest tree
For my mother to have some.’

Then bow’d down the highest tree
Unto his mother’s hand:
Then she cried, ‘See, Joseph,
I have cherries at command!’

O then bespake Joseph—
‘I have done Mary wrong;
But cheer up, my dearest,
And be not cast down.

15th century carol,
Sung tradionally throughout Appalachia







12/22/06

She got that coat


Down in West Virginia, we decorated the tree with candles. We had an old jack pine. Up here, people wouldn't even think about having one in their yard. But that was the only evergreen we had there. They had cedars, but they weren't good for Christmas trees. We had to go two miles or so over the ridge and around the hills to find them, bring them in. Dad made a stand to put them in.

We hung presents on the tree. We had very few presents. One year Mom saw a coat in town and she wanted it so bad. Dad told her it was more than he could afford. He knew she wanted it. The preacher, Bill Yoke, came to visit, and he had his brother with him. His brother and his brother's wife were school teachers. So the brother told Mom.that she and his wife were about the same size and that he would like her to go with him. He said: "Ask Fred if you can go along to try on this coat to see if it fits."

Mom was hurt because that was the coat she wanted. But it fit her just fine. Christmas morning, it was hanging on her tree in place of his —she got that coat

We usually got pretty good gifts until during the Depression. Dad got laid off. Now he had been with the gas company for 18 years and if you were there 19 years, you got to retire with a pension. If they could get rid of them before 19 years, they didn't have to pay a pension. They got rid of Dad. They got rid of an awful lot of them. Mr. Casey, Steve Casey, he was one of these guys that had been in 18 years and he got laid off when Dad did. He was in good health when he was working. He didn't last a year and he died.

When Dad got laid off, we had to move up to Grandad's place (Grandad Droddy's) to live in the house he had up there. It was a washhouse. We had an upstairs —one room upstairs and one downstairs. That's where we all slept. There if we had anything for Christmas, it was just rabbits. Didn't have turkey or chicken, we just didn't have very much of anything. A lot of times, we might have cornbread and beans. Or potato soup, that was our Christmas meal

But, my great uncle, Dad's uncle George Droddy, he would have a bushel of oranges sent from Florida and that was a real treat: some oranges, tangerines, and grapefruit. That was really a treat for Christmas. But we might have cornbread and beans or cornbread and potato soup and oranges for Christmas. We didn't have presents for anybody. Things were really rough before I went to the service. After we came back, then we had a normal Christmas. It just wasn't too good before that.

C.R. Droddy
droddy.org






12/21/06

Feeding the kitty

The day was bright and beautiful as the train left town, but as it climbed the mountain and entered the tall timber, shadows fell over the snow-covered ground to make it appear almost blue. The air was still, with only the chug, chug of the engine and clatter of the wheels to be heard.


Deeper into the woods the shadows deepened and darkened even more. The fireman came into the caboose to tell the family not to be alarmed by anything they might hear. Before he could say more it happened-a most terrifying scream-like nothing they had ever heard before-followed by a low, rumbling growl that could only come from some savage beast, they thought.


The train slowed down. The fireman leaned far out the door to throw a package into the brush. Then he explained that he was "feeding the kitty." The kitty was a huge golden panther. On each trip to camp this fireman would take from his boarding house a package of scraps. The panther came to look for this treat, always at the same spot. His scream was a scream of welcome, the fireman told them, and he's telling us that we are now entering his domain.

Frances Irene Smith Hart, 1894-1979
Davis, WV






12/20/06

Traveling this holiday season?


Grab yourself an atlas or a map and whatever you do, drop by and say hello to the folks in:

Big Ugly, WV
Bucksnort, TN
Bugscuffle, TN
Bugtussle, KY
Bumpass, VA
Chicken Gizzard, KY
Croaker, VA
Crum, WV
Crummies, KY
Defeated, TN
Difficult, TN
Do Stop, KY
Duck Town, TN
Finger, TN
Frogtown, VA
Goochland, VA
Goosepimple Junction, VA
Gum Neck, NC
HooHoo, WV
Looneyville, WV
Lost City, WV
Monkeys Elbow, KY
Mousie, KY
Mud Lick, KY
Mutt, VA
Nameless, TN
Nitro, WV
Nuttsville, VA
Odd, WV
Oddville, KY
Ogle, KY
Only, TN
Ordinary, VA
Paw, WV
Pinch, WV
Rabbit Hash, KY
Smartt, TN
Spring Lick, KY
Static, TN
Sweet Lips, TN
Tick Bite, NC
Toast, NC
Typo, KY
War, WV
Whynot, NC
Yum Yum, TN






12/19/06

Christmas Eve at a Lumber Camp


Often during the winter evenings and on Sundays some of the woodsmen would drop in on Mr. Smith to discuss some problem concerning their work, or perhaps something of a personal nature for which they felt a need for help. Here, they knew, they had a sympathetic friend whom they could trust, and one capable of many things.

One such visitor was a young man from Virginia. Upon answering his knock at the door, the superintendent invited him in, and offered him a chair. Shyly the young man began:

"Mr. Smith, I want to send a letter to my mother, and with it send some money I have earned here. She will be needing it now. One of the men told me today that you would help me. You see I cannot write, and I thought maybe you would write the letter for me. I would like you to tell her that I am well; that this is a good camp where I have a warm bed to sleep in and plenty of food. Good food every day like we have at home on Christmas, sometimes. Please tell her, too, that I sat in your office while you wrote the letter for me."

"My mother was a high-born lady, my dad once told me, but after she ran away and married my dad, her parents disowned her. My dad was a good man, and when I was a half-grown boy he went away to work in the woods as I have done now. He went up on Little Black and there he got lost in a snowstorm and the man who brought him home told us... 'He died from exposure.'

"Maybe this letter will keep Mom from worrying too much about me."


author: Frances Irene Smith Hart, 1894-1979
daughter of Superintendent
Danford Blair Smith
Davis, WV







12/18/06

Cold Winter Shadow




When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground and frost from the foothills is creeping all around I now and then glance down the road towards the town in a kind of a hope you'll be coming on down

It must have been November when I left you to the train I watched your carriage disappear in the lonely western rain and I wiped the rain from off my face and turned the way I'd come and drove our old spring wagon thru the hills near Edmonton

Winters here are very long, the roads are thick with snow a year is gone since first you left, no courage left to go I know I should leave, but you won't know where I've gone be kind of nice to have you here with Christmas coming on


Kentucky folk song, anonymous









12/13/06

MS. HORSE, MS. MULE AND MS. COW, a Christmas fable


Mary sure did have some problems living in that barn. When baby Jesus was born, Joseph needed a crib, so he put some fresh hay in Ms. Horse's feeding trough. Nobody asked Ms. Horse if they could use her food basket---her manger---for a crib. Once her manger was filled with straw nobody said Ms. Horse wasn't supposed to eat it! Fact was, just about every time Ms. Horse noticed no one was looking, she would pull some hay out from under baby Jesus for a snack.

Ms. Horse loved to eat hay, especially fresh hay. Well, before long, baby Jesus would be laying on the hard boards of the manger and wake up cranky and yowling, like any little baby. Mary would say, "Now Ms. Horse, stop eating that hay! You're upsetting the baby." Mary would then fetch some more hay for a mattress and baby Jesus would go back to sleep. As soon as everybody had their backs turned, Ms. Horse would sneak over and snack on some more hay and the whole problem would start again.

Baby Jesus would wake up wailing. Mary would lecture Ms. Horse and Ms. Horse would lower her head and look real remorseful, you know, real sad. As soon as no one was looking, Ms. Horse crept over and nibbled on the hay until baby Jesus was laying on those hard boards. Well, it didn't take long, Mary got a little bit nettled, you know, kind of mad like, just like the rest of us.

Mary said, "Ms. Horse, from now on, you and all your kith and kin and all your children's children will never get enough to eat. You will have to eat all the time."

Have you ever seen a horse out in the field? They are eating all the time. If you ever own a horse you will understand. When you own a horse you are feeding them all the time.

Ms. Mule also was naughty in the barn. First, Ms. Horse was eating up the hay mattress and waking up baby Jesus. Next, every time baby Jesus fell asleep, Ms. Mule would go "Hee haw! Hee haw"!

Let me tell you, you have never heard a baby cry, until you hear one cry after a mule goes "Hee haw, hee haw." Oh my, how Mary would speak to Ms. Mule. I was told that almost every time the barn would get quiet, Ms. Mule would start in, "Hee haw, hee haw"! She'd wake up baby Jesus from his nap and he'd start in crying. Ms. Mule was so loud, even the grown ups would jump.

Mary got so aggravated, she said, "Ms. Mule you are not fit to be a parent! From now on, you and all your kith and kin will never become parents"! Do you know, to this day, a mule has never had a baby.

Now Ms. Cow, she was different. Ms. Cow was something else. Yep, she sure was. Ms. Cow was a big help to Mary in that barn.

For example, Ms. Cow would stand with her back next to the manger and wave her tail back and forth over baby Jesus, to keep the flies off him. There were lots of flies in that old barn. Ms. Cow gave fresh milk, to both Mary and Joseph, and to some of the other visitors to the barn.

She and Jack, the Donkey, would take turns baby sitting whenever Mary and Joseph had to run an errand. Ms. Cow also told Jack what a lot of the things were called he was seeing for the first time, since the miracle of the "First Christmas Gift" when Jack got his sight. They were the best of friends.

Later, when Mary was packing up to go down to Egypt, she said, "Ms. Cow you have been such a helpmate to me and baby Jesus, I want to thank you. From now on, you and all your kith and kin and your children's children, whenever you finish eating your lunch on a warm summer day, you can go lay down in the shade of a tree and continue to enjoy your lunch with a chew of grass."

The next time you see cows out in a pasture after lunch laying in the shade, you will see them chewing away like they had a big wad of chewing gum. The farmers say the cows are chewing their cud. Yep that's why horses always eat, mules don't ever get to be parents, and cows get to chew their cud after dinner.

Chuck Larkin,
The Old Christmas Stories
http://www.pjtss.net/library/chuck/chuck06.htm





12/12/06

All I want for Christmas is a whimmy diddle


The whimmy diddle (sometimes called a Hooey Stick or Gee-Haw) is an Appalachian folk toy that has been around for centuries. It’s fashioned from two sticks of laurel or rhododendron into a rubbing stick and a slightly thicker notched stick. The whimmy diddle makes a characteristic sound when the one stick is rubbed back and forth across deep notches in the other. A spinner nailed to one end of the serrated stick revolves in response to the vibrations.


By knowing the secret of the whimmy diddle you can make the spinner turn right or left at will, hence, the name "gee-haw." Of course, you should try to keep time to music. Legend has it these "gee" and "haw" movements also serve as a reliable a lie detector, but if you believe that there’s a bridge in Brooklyn you might be interested in buying.The gee and the haw commands come from the days when horses and mules pulled wagons and plows.


Today, thousands of wooden versions are sold each year, and a Gee Haw Whimmy Diddle Competition is held every summer at Asheville NC's Folk Art Center. The top whimmy diddlers receive moon pies and T-shirts. The champion is presented with a certificate, and of course entitled to all the bragging rights.






12/11/06

Ho Ho Ho!


During the Great Depression of the 1930s the Coca Cola Company created the image of Santa Claus that persists to today. Coke hired a Chicago artist to create a Christmas advertising campaign. The artist, Haddon Sundblom, produced a new archetype for Santa Claus. America during the Great Depression needed a hearty symbol of happy consumerism, and Sundblom gave him to us. The now famous Santa is no fairy tale pixie. He looks like a kindly uncle who enjoys his work. He raids the refrigerator and takes time to play with the family dog.






12/9/06

Christmas was the only day we had oysters


I detested oysters and perhaps that is why I remember this part of the day. I often sat in the kitchen and watched my father fix these oysters, dipping them in an egg mix and then coating them with cracker meal.

We did not have the traditional Christmas dinner of turkey. We had chicken because we raised most of our food. We also had ham but that was "store bought." I remember how my father loved ham and oysters. But then, my father loved food. All year long, our cookie jar was never empty and pies and cakes were plentiful. It was on Christmas that we made Jell-O. I remember sitting a huge bowl of red Jell-O in the snow on Christmas morning. By dinnertime, it was set and this was the favorite dessert of all the siblings because we rarely had this fun food.

In that day, all our neighbors were also what you call economically disadvantaged by today's standards. But oh, how rich we were. There was love and happiness and while my parents had worries about caring for us I am sure, it did not trickle down to us. We lived in a blind world of false security where everything was all right. And come to think of it, it usually was. We had food and warmth, and most of what we needed. Everyone worked, with even the smallest children having chores to do. Weren't we so fortunate?

Maxine Corbett
Richwood, West Virginia
December, 2004





12/8/06

12/7/06

Here's an Appalachian Christmas carol collected by John Jacob Niles

"Jesus the Christ is born," first recorded in 1934 in Sevier County, Tennessee:

Jesus the Christ is born, Give thanks now, every one. Rejoice, ye great ones and ye small, God's will, it has been done.

Ye mighty kings of earth, Before the manger bed, Cast down, cast down your golden crown From off your royal head.

For in this lowly guise The son of God do sleep, And see the Queen of Heaven kneel, Her faithful vigil keep.

Two angels at His head, Two angels at His feet Beside His bed the flower red, Perfuming there so sweet.

Jesus the Christ is born, Give thanks now, every one. Rejoice, ye great ones and ye small, God's will, hit has been done.






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