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12/31/08

Ringing in the new

Lang may your lum reek.
May the fire on your hearth burn on.
---Scottish New Year toast

Dropping a possum at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve is most definitely NOT a traditional Appalachian custom. Please note that the folks in Brasstown, NC, self-proclaimed "Opossum Capital of the World," have only been dropping---well, ok, gently lowering in a plexiglas pyramid---possums in front of Clay's Corner for the last decade and a half or so.

New Years Day cardSome of the more historically rooted New Year traditions found in Appalachia include the New Year baby. This tradition, a symbol of rebirth, originated in ancient Greece and made its way into the region via German immigrants, who added the twist of baby with a New Year's banner.

Spending the New Years day with some combination of black-eyed peas and rice---They symbolize luck, friends, and money---is customary in many parts of Appalachia.

Does your family give gifts on New Year's Eve? The Celtic-Teutonic Druids used to present branches of their holy mistletoe plant as an auspicious New Year gift. And among the English people gloves, a clove-stuck orange, and flavored wine were popular New Year gifts.

These days the World Anvil Shooting Society holds its annual anvil shooting competition over at Laurel, Mississippi's Wood Expo every April, but informal backyard anvil shootings as an Appalachian holiday season event can be traced back to the Civil War.

Some folks in Appalachia open every door and window at the stroke of midnight to let out any residual bad luck. They make a loud ruckus banging on pots and pans, setting off fireworks and taking part in other noisy activities to chase it far away.

The Scots-Irish community often observes 'first-footing' on Hogmanay (Scottish word for the last day of the year) -- the first person to set foot over a neighbor's threshold on the New Year brings that household luck for the year. First footer greeters hope for a fair-haired man and that he will be carrying a lump of coal for the fire, a loaf for the table and whiskey for the man or men of the house.


source: www.wilsonsalmanac.com/book/jan1a.html



12/30/08

A kitchen welcomes Christmas

Surry County NC farmhouse interiorCharlie and Ollie Grogan Tucker built this home in 1914. It is located in Pine Ridge, NC. The stove is similiar to the one Ollie Tucker owned. It is a wood burning stove with six burners, a water tank on the side and warming closets at the top. Pots and pans are hung on the wall in the same spots where Ollie hung her pots. The vintage Christmas cloth belonged to Charlie and Ollie’s daughter-in-law, Rosa Green Tucker.

Charlie Tucker was born on May 1, 1866 in the Pine Ridge Community. Ollie Grogan Tucker was born March 1, 1875 in Freetown near Dobson. They married on April 8, 1894. Eleven children were born to Ollie and Charlie. Nine lived to adulthood. They were Betty, Fannie, Sarah Mallie, Willie, Claude, James Boston, Viola, Jesse David and Joe Hollie.

Charlie died in 1953. Ollie passed away in 1961. Following Ollie’s death, two families lived in the house (at different times) and raised tobacco on the property. The house has not been occupied since the mid 60’s. It became a place for storage. In 2003, four of the couple’s grandchildren decided to restore the homeplace. Work began on September 31, 2004 and went through October 2005.


source: http://surrycounty.pastperfect-online.com/



12/29/08

None dared stop overnight at the Betts house


The Charleston Daily Mail
Dec. 27, 1925



Grantsville, Calhoun County, W. Va., March 24, 1886. The following history of the haunted house, situated on the bank of Little Kanawha river, about three miles from this place, is presented to the scientist for explanation. The skeptical reader is frankly and honestly referred to any one of the persons named herein for verification of their share of the history.

Although it is one of the strangest and most unaccountable stories written on this subject within a quarter of a century, every detail is well authenticated. A solution of the mysteries connected with this history will be received with gratitude and pleasure by hundreds of the respectable and honest citizens of Calhoun, Ritchie and Wirt counties. But to the history:

Little Kanawha River near Grantsville WVAbout three miles from the county seat of Calhoun county there resided, and still resides, Mr. Collins Betts, a farmer, who is well known throughout this section of the country. His house is a one-story, rambling affair, close to the banks of the stream and but a short distance from the highway. But for the reputation of the house it would be a frequent stopping place for the wayfaring; as it is, there are now but few men, in a country famed for its nervy and physical giants, who would dare to stop over night at Betts house.

The reputation of the house as being haunted was acquired some years since. By some - many in fact - it is ascribed to the disappearance of a peddler in the neighborhood and never to be heard of more. It is whisperingly surmised by the most cautious that the peddler was known to have had over $1,000 in his possession at the time; and was probably murdered in the vicinity. Others say his horse had been left and no one ever came for it. Be this as it may, from that time forward Collins' house has borne the reputation of being haunted.


Article continues HERE...


source: www.lindapages.com/calhoun/ghost.htm



12/26/08

They's heaps o folks here still believe on Old Christmas

OLD CHRISTMAS


They’s heaps o’ folks here still believe
On Christmas – that’s Old Christmas – Eve,

The elders bloom upon the ground,
And critters low and kneel around

In every stall, though none I know
Has seen them kneel, or heard them low,

Unless, maybe, ‘t was Judith Daughn
And she’s been dead these years agone.

But, as a girl, I ‘member well
How, sitting at her loom, she’d tell
Of a strange thing that once befell,

When she lived here upon this creek
With Jason. I’ve heard old folks speak

Of their log-house, when it was new.
All kinds of colored lilies grew,

On bushes, to the very door;
And Jason laid a puncheon floor,

And framed a table and a bed
For Judith. They had just been wed,

When they came here from mouth o’Ball.
Judith, you see, she was a Hall,

And all her folks was mighty sore
When she took up with Jason; for

They long had been a row between
The Daughns and Halls. The Daughns was mean.

Jim Daughn, he killed Dalt Hall, and then
Dalt’s brother got one of their men.

And so, for years, the fighting went,
With every sort o’ devilment,

Till Jason saw Judith one fall day.


poem continues HERE...

from 'Old Christmas and other Kentucky Tales in Verse, by William Aspenwall Bradley, Boston & New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917



I have tried to invest each story, as I have told it, with as much as possible of the peculiar color and atmosphere of mountain life, and to make it a means of interpreting the spirit of that life to the country at large, which has need of what the mountaineer---still intact in all his vital and spiritual energy---has to offer it.

William Aspenwall Bradley




12/25/08

Go tell it on the mountain

Merry Christmas everyone! I want to take a minute and thank all my readers for stopping by and having a look around here at the site throughout this past year.

christmas tree wheeling wv 1906
Your comments and appreciation really make the task of writing so much easier. Also, I want to acknowledge all the talented and generous people who've contributed so much of themselves to Appalachian History this year (alphabetically): Kevin Bannister, Arylnda Boyer, Matthew Burns, Tim Hooker, Nathan W. Murphy, Lynn Salsi, and Neal Thompson. This blog is so much richer for their help.

I promise I'll get back to work posting more tasty things for you to read just as soon as I get done unwrapping a few of these pretty boxes over in the corner.

12/24/08

Something hit the roof -- like a rubber ball

Sunday Gazette-Mail
Charleston, WV
Dec 22, 1968


Fayetteville-- Their search has dragged on for 23 years, but George & Jeannie Sodder will never believe five of their children burned to death in that Christmas morning fire of 1945.

A weather-scarred billboard on a lonely WV road offers $10,000 for information leading to the five, regarded as lost in the fire that leveled the Sodder home in minutes.

The undying hope that the two boys and three girls still are alive has taken the Sodders to a Mexican border town and a Spanish hamlet in Florida. But always frustration: nothing.

Sodder Children billboardFor nearly two decades, this billboard stood at the site of the Sodder house fire. It showed photos of the missing Sodder children and offered a $5,000 reward for information leading to their recovery.

Still, after all these years, the Sodders receive letters, photographs and telephone calls from persons across the country, from those who say they saw the children.

Authorities in this small coal mining community snuggled in the Appalachian mountains refuse to concede anything but that the children died in the fire on that bitterly cold and windy Christmas day.

George Sodder, then a 50-year-old Italian immigrant, ran a small coal trucking business. He and his wife decided to retire early that Christmas Eve.

Two older boys –John, 23, and George Jr., 16—turned in early, too, for they had worked a hard day with their father. They slept in the attic, along with two other boys and four girls.

But the two youngest sons---Maurice, 14, and Louis, 10---and three of their sisters---Martha Lee, 12, Jennie, 8, and Betty, 6---pleaded with their mother to let them play with toys 17-year-old Marian had brought them from her dime store job that day.

Mrs. Sodder consented but she reminded Maurice and Louis not to forget to feed the cows and close the chicken coop. She took 3-year-old Sylvia off to bed with her.

The phone rang just after midnight and the woman caller asked for a man whose name Mrs. Sodder didn’t recognize. Mrs. Sodder later recalled the woman caller’s weird laugh just before hanging up.

Mrs. Sodder dismissed it as a prank and returned to the bedroom. But she noticed the lights were still on and the shades had not been drawn. And the doors weren’t locked, all chores the well-minding children always did before going to bed.

A short time later, as she was dozing off, Mrs. Sodder remembered hearing "something hit the roof---like a rubber ball. It rolled and hit the ground with a thump."

News article continues here...


sources: www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5067563
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=139901334
http://sodderchildren.com/
www.register-herald.com/local/local_story_358182913.html
www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wvrcbiog/WhatReallyHappenedToChildrena.html



12/23/08

There's more than one definition of fruitcake in Appalachia

Yes, it’s heavy as a brick, and lasts long enough that you can re-gift it year after year without anyone commenting on its shelf life having expired. Blame the Scots.

Early versions of the rich style fruitcake, such as what we know today as Scottish Black Bun, date from the Middle Ages, and were luxuries for special occasions. Slices would have been served on Twelfth Night. The dessert was later known as Scotch Christmas Bun before becoming Black Bun. From the Irish and English some Appalachian residents have come to know this type of fruitcake as Scotch bun, or Dundee cakes.

The heavily spiced, dense, chewy black mixture is made with dried fruit, nuts and whiskey a few months in advance of Hogmanay (New Year’s Eve) eating, in order to give it time to mature.

It's wrapped in a shell of very thin, hard pastry to trap in the flavor over these months. It's cut into slices for serving, as gingerbread would be, although it's very different.

traditional fruitcakeOne’s definition of fruitcake in Appalachia depends on one’s ancestry. Folks in the region with English heritage might traditionally flavor fruitcakes with ginger and add candied peel to the dried fruits and nuts, sometimes soaking the cake in liqueurs, not whiskey.

And in German influenced households the stollen served at the holidays is fluffy and breadlike, much closer to the panetone found in Italian homes. Dresdner Christstollen, originating from Dresden, Germany, introduced marzipan into the mix.

“They always had fruitcake for Christmas,” relates Kentuckian Sidney Saylor Farr about her friend Nell Caldwell in More Than Moonshine. “But not your everyday traditional one made of candied fruits and nuts. There was no money to buy such things at the store. Instead she used homemade jams and jellies and preserves, and walnuts and hickory nuts gathered from the woods.”

‘Poor man’s fruitcake,’ by the way, is not fruitcake at all, but rather stack cake, the delicious dried apple cake found throughout the region.

Eugene O'Neill, in his 1914 play, ''The Movie Man,'' coined a memorable simile: ''We sure are as nutty as a fruitcake or we wouldn't be here.'' Can the dense brown confection ever shed the stereotype that comes along with being, well, a fruitcake?

And, finally, in the spirit of the season, a recipe for fruitcake from the Capital Scot site; be sure to read carefully!

You'll need the following:

1 C water
1 C sugar
4 large eggs
2 C dried fruit
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 C brown sugar
lemon juice
nuts
1 FULL bottle of your favorite whisky (single malts are best)

Sample the whisky to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again to be sure that it is of the highest quality. Pour 1 level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer; beat 1 C of butter in a large fluffy bowl.

Add 1 tsp sugar and beat again. Make sure the whisky is still OK. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the whisky to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt. Or something. Who cares. Check the whisky. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find.

Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window. Check the whisky again. Go to bed.

Who likes fruitcake anyway?



sources: Appalachian Home Cooking, by Mark F. Sohn, University Press of Kentucky, 2005
More Than Moonshine, by Sidney Saylor Farr, Univ of Pittsburgh Press, 1983
www.southernbyways.com/this-georgia-town-takes-the-fruit-cake/
http://thecapitalscot.com/pastfeatures/fruitcake.html
www.appvoices.org/index.php?/site/voice_stories/the_roots_of_appalachian_christmas_traditions/issue/554
www.scottishrecipes.co.uk/blackbunrecipe.htm



12/22/08

The Mad Gasser of Botetourt County, part 2

(...continued)

The "Anesthetic Prowler" or "The Phantom Anesthetist," he was supposedly a dark, mysterious figure responsible for dozens of Virginia victims falling ill from mysterious gasses flooding their homes. Whole families reported sudden attacks of choking, dizziness, headaches and various respiratory ailments.

However, lacking tangible evidence of a culprit or culprits, the press began to express suspicion. The first case to generate skepticism occurred in Fincastle on the night of February 24, 1934, when Ms. Mamie Brown dashed from her residence screaming that she had been gassed. A crowd quickly formed and was led to her house by C.E. Williamson, constable of the local jail, who determined that someone had "tossed a common fly killing fluid into the kitchen--apparently as a joke."

At about 9 PM on the 25th, a watchdog at the Chester Snyder farm near Cloverdale began barking. Prepared for the gasser, Snyder immediately leaped out of bed, grabbed a shotgun and fired at what he perceived to be the outline of a man walking in a nearby field. The incident may have been unrelated to the gasser, and although it was reported as a possible attack, on January 28th, a journalist jokingly interviewed Mr. Snyder's dog. "He the dog was friendly and apparently willing to 'make copy,' but when he was asked whether a man he detected prowling...was the 'gas' man, the pup merely pointed his ears....and barked a single bark."

mad gasser of Botetourt County By January 30, some citizens expressed the view that "the whole gassing case is a mere hoax, or figment of imagination of reported victims." A day later, a Dr. Driver, while believing in the reality of the gasser, told a meeting of the county Board of Supervisors that not all cases appeared to be genuine gassings. He also disclosed that at one of the allegedly gassed homes the offending fumes were traced to a coal stove. Sheriff L.T. Mundy typified the mood by declaring himself a Doubting Thomas unless he got gassed himself.

On February 3, 1934, the last gasser case reported in Botetourt County took place at the Troutville home of Mr. A.P. Scaggs; seven persons, along with the family dog, became ill. As usual, the attack occurred between 8 and 9 PM. A doctor was summoned to treat the victims, all of whom, dog included, recovered fully. While there were subsequent claims of gassings in Botetourt County, none involved symptoms or the detection of gas. Instead the gasser appeared to move to nearby Roanoke County that same day, when three persons were sickened by fumes at the Hamilton residence.

The gasser next struck in a residential section of Roanoke at about 8 PM on Wednesday, February 7, as Mrs. A.H. Milan of Rorer Avenue was in her living room with her 12-year-old daughter when a "funny" smell was noticed issuing from the door. Several minutes later, the daughter experienced dizziness.

However, Mrs. Milan had felt ill for several days before the attack. Although her daughter felt no aftereffects, as a precaution Mrs. Milan spent the night in the hospital. The following night during a two-hour period the Roanoke police received reports of five additional attacks, only to be frustrated by a complete lack of clues. The first call was received at 8:55 PM, when an employee of the city health department and three family members detected a strange smell in their house and briefly felt faint. Most of the remainder of the calls consisted of reports of residents smelling fumes but not becoming sick.

Roanoke County gassings peaked on the night of February 9th with seven separate reports. This marked a major turning point in the case when the investigating police noted that "In no instance did the officers detect any nauseating fumes, and no occupants of any of the homes were affected." In most instances, a mundane source of the odors was readily detected by the police. In one case, three detectives rushed to a home, only to implicate coal fumes from a stove as the cause. At another residence, gasser fumes were believed to have emanated from a passing car.

A further revelation eroded public confidence in the gasser's existence. On the night of February 11th, five more gassings were reported, but police announced a possible break in the case: A bottle had been used to scoop up a sweet-smelling, oily liquid found in the snow near the scene of a suspected attack at a home in Botetourt county, the first incident reported there in over a week.

On February 12th, a local chemist told police that the mystery liquid was a mixture of substances that were harmless to humans and most likely an insecticide "similar to that of fly exterminators used in practically every household." Reported gassings ceased entirely in both counties after the night of February 11, 1934.

In all, Roanoke police had received 19 calls, the last of which occurred when several officers responded to a gassing that was traced to burning rubber, prompting them to suggest that the "gas man" was a "product of overwrought imaginations." This conclusion was supported by an editorial in the Roanoke Times proclaiming: "Roanoke Has No Gasser."

The editorial stated: "This newspaper has so believed in the gasser's nonexistence from the first, but it seemed best to permit the police to go ahead and investigate without whatever handicap they might be under were cold water to be thrown on their search in advance."

The mad gasser episode of Botetourt County had finally played itself out.

Sure, lots of people had gotten sick, and dozens more had reported seeing dark, mysterious figures up to hideous no good stalking the night. The authorities had been run ragged with reports, but there had been no leads, nothing solid; nothing but suggestion, victims suffering from anxiety and fear, and the bizarre power of mass hysteria.


sources: http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_kmske/is_/ai_n28753705
Little Green Men, Meowing Nuns, and Head-hunting Panics, by Robert E. Bartholomew, McFarland, 2001
www.roanoke.com/columnists/kennedy/wb/121141



12/19/08

The Mad Gasser of Botetourt County, part 1

Whether or not gas will be employed in future wars is a matter of conjecture, but the effect is so deadly to the unprepared that we can never afford to neglect the question.

General John Pershing, 1919


At 10 PM on December 22, 1933, Mrs. Cal Huffman detected a gassy odor in her Fincastle, VA home, and became nauseated. Despite the incident, she retired to bed while her husband remained awake in hopes of catching the perpetrator, having assumed that their house had been broken into. About 30 minutes later the smell of gas permeated the house; Mr. Huffman telephoned the police. Officer O.D. Lemon arrived about midnight, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Immediately following Officer Lemon's departure at one in the morning, a third attack reportedly took place. This time, all of the seven or eight family members experienced choking fumes that made them temporarily ill. The Huffman's 20-year-old daughter Alice fainted. When nearby Troutville physician S.F. Driver arrived on the scene, he judged Alice so gravely ill that he administered artificial respiration to resuscitate her.

In a few hours, she appeared to be completely recovered, but later she relapsed and was described as "seriously ill." After this third attack, Mr. Huffman and another person inside the house thought they might have seen a man running away. The only clues found at the scene were a woman's high heeled shoe imprint near the window where the gas was believed to have entered the house, and a second print under a porch where it was thought the gasser may have hidden.

mad gasser of Botetourt CountyThe Roanoke Times reported GAS ATTACKS ON HOMES CONTINUE on December 27, adding a new case involving Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Hall of Cloverdale. The couple returned home from church about 9 PM; within five minutes they detected sickening fumes that left a sweet taste in their mouths. Symptoms included nausea, smarting eyes, and weakness. The next evening, a relative thought he saw a figure with a flashlight near a side window of the Hall residence.

The gasser struck again on Wednesday the 27th at Troutville as welder A.L. Kelly reported that he was attacked in his residence about 10 PM while in an upstairs room. Curiously, no one else in the house was affected. This was followed by a temporary cessation of reported incidents and their press coverage. A few days after the most recent episode, the press expressed the view that the gasser "has concluded to call a halt to the series of mysterious attacks."

The gas attacks resumed on January 11. At about 10 PM, one Mrs. Moore, of Howell's Mill, reported hearing muffled voices in the yard following a rustling shade at a window that had been broken for some time. Because the room immediately smelled of gas, "Mrs. Moore grabbed her baby and ran out to give the alarm, but not until experiencing a marked feeling of numbness."

The couple who owned the house and lived upstairs were unaffected by the gas; in fact, they were unaware of the incident until they heard Mrs. Moore's cries. The owner of the house, Homer Hylton, stood guard the remainder of the night, fearing another attack. Later, it was revealed that on or about the same night the home of G.D. Kinzie of Troutville was gassed by what a physician concluded was a potentially lethal chlorine gas. "Nocturnal dispensers of a nauseating and benumbing gas went abroad in Botetourt County again last night," bleated The Roanoke Times the following day.

On Tuesday night, January 16, a Mr. F.B. Duval reported to the police that, upon arriving at his home near Bonsack at about 11:30, he learned that his family had been gassed. On his way to meet the police, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man he assumed to be the perpetrator, running toward a nearby car. On Friday evening, January 19th, at 7:30 PM, a Mrs. Campbell was sitting near a window at her Carvin's Cove house when she noticed the curtains flutter, immediately followed by a strange odor, whereupon she felt ill.

Two nights later, Mr. and Mrs. Howard Crawford returned to their house in Colon at about 9 PM after visiting with friends, when Mrs. Crawford, while lighting a lamp, was overcome by fumes.

By Tuesday, January 23rd, the fear of being the gasser's next victim had reached such proportions that families living in remote areas of the county were sleeping with neighbors and vigilante farmers were "reported patrolling roads at late hours of the night or sitting on their doorsteps guns in their hands." One police officer expressed concern that "some innocent person passing a house or calling upon a neighbor may be wounded or killed through nervousness" by persons fearing that they were next on the gasser's list.

On the morning of the 24th, Mrs. R.H. Harteel of Pleasantdale returned home at about 4:30 after sleeping with a neighbor to find that the house had been gassed. During the day of the 24th, police inadvertently heightened tension after a misunderstanding resulted in reporting three separate attacks on homes in the vicinity of Carvin's Cove two nights earlier.

In actuality, there had been only a single report at the home of a man named Reedy. Immediately upon detecting the odor, one of his sons grabbed a shotgun, ran outside, and fired at what appeared to be a man running across a field. The escalating number of reports prompted members of the Virginia State Assembly to pass a bill calling for a maximum prison term of 10 years for anyone convicted of releasing noxious gasses in public or private places. In the event that the incident caused injury, the gasser would be "deemed guilty of malicious wounding and punished with from between one and 20 years in the penitentiary in the discretion of the court."

On the evening of Sunday, January 28th, five people at the Ed Stanley residence near Colon Siding were overcome by noxious fumes. While none of the victims lost consciousness, a Mrs. Weddle had to be carried from the house suffering from extreme nausea. When one of the victims, Frank Guy, managed to reach fresh air, he saw what appeared to be four men running near the woods, grabbed a shotgun and fired. The next day the county Board of Supervisors voted to offer a $500 reward for the apprehension and conviction of the culprit or culprits.

(stay tuned for part 2 on Monday, 12/22...)


sources: http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_kmske/is_/ai_n28753705
Little Green Men, Meowing Nuns, and Head-hunting Panics, by Robert E. Bartholomew, McFarland, 2001
www.roanoke.com/columnists/kennedy/wb/121141



12/18/08

The Feast of the Seven Fishes

Technically, on the Catholic Christmas season calendar, December 13 is The Feast of St Lucia. Over in Fairmont, WV on that day this year the local Italian community instead celebrated the Feast of the Seven Fishes.

This southern Italian feast is traditionally celebrated on Christmas Eve. It stems from the observance of the Cena della Vigilia, the wait for the miraculous birth of Christ in which early Christians fasted on Christmas Eve until after receiving communion at Midnight Mass. At one time, Rome was the farthest point north where ‘La Vigilia’ was celebrated, but today Italians throughout the world celebrate it.

Fairmont local son Robert Tinnell is a screenwriter, director and author whose book, "Feast of the Seven Fishes," inspired Fairmont’s city fathers to launch the local celebration, now in its third year.

"When I was kid, eating fish on Christmas Eve was just something you did," says Tinnell. "We never called it by name. I never even bothered to question why we did it, especially as I had not been raised Catholic. All I knew was that December 24th meant a delicious meal of exotic foods, cooked up by my ancient great-grandmother, Isabella Oliverio, on her wood-fired stove in the basement of her modest home in Rivesville, WV."

At least 11 percent of the population of Harrison, Marion, and Monongalia counties has Italian ancestry. The larger communities are in the vicinity of Clarksburg, Fairmont, and Morgantown respectively. Many Italians originally immigrated to West Virginia in the early twentieth century to work in the coal mines throughout the state.

Specialty glass factories in this region were largely an Italian immigrant industry with factories in Fairmont, Mannington, and Clarksburg. Italian stonemasons were also common in the early communities. So 'La Vigilia' clearly has an established place among West Virginia Christmas traditions.

Why seven types of fish for this Christmas feast? Some believe that seven fishes are served because it took God seven days to create the world, while others mention the Seven Hills of Rome. There is also the possibility that the seven fishes symbolize the seven sacraments in the Catholic Church, along with the seven sins, or the seven days it took Mary and Joseph to reach Bethlehem, or the seven of the twelve Apostles who were fishermen. Some say it is because it took God seven days to create the universe.

Feast of the Seven FishesSome regions of Italy require three courses (the Trinity or three Wise Men), nine courses (the Trinity times three), twelve courses (the Apostles), thirteen courses (the Apostles, plus Jesus), or even 25 courses(for the days in the Christmas season).

The origins vary, depending on who you ask, but quite clearly, you did not eat meat on Christmas Eve since it was the birth of Jesus, and just as you would not eat meat on Good Friday, you would not eat meat on Christmas Eve. As midnight brings Christmas day, that is when you would start cooking the sausage for Christmas Dinner, and often the eating would go on until the late/early morning hours.

The people from Naples are famous for their elaborate spreads of cold shellfish cocktails and hot fish dishes, as well as the roasted peppers and antipasti. In most of the southern coastal regions in Italy and Sicily, seafood was abundant and so offered the perfect opportunity to work fish into the menu for this festive day.

Two fish most traditionally found on Christmas Eve menus across Italy are baccalà (salted cod) and anguilla (eel). Other popular fishes that are eaten on this special holiday are prepared versions of calamari, kale patties, oysters, scallops, whiting, clams, and shrimp. At the Feast of the Seven Fishes, the meal usually begins with antipasto, the Italian equivalent of hors d'oeuvres. This can include a variety of cold foods such as cheeses and raw or marinated vegetables.

The meal ends with any number of delectable desserts. One that is almost always present is panettone, the famous sweet cake-like Christmas bread that is eaten during the Christmas holidays.


Sources: www.sicilianculture.com/food/xmasfish.htm
http://bleedingespresso.com/category/uniquely-italian
http://statejournal.com/story.cfm?func=viewstory&storyid=47866
www.gomestic.com/Cooking/Traditional-Italian-Feast-of-the-Seven-Fishes.58592
www.incanto.biz/letters_-_xmas.html

12/17/08

We didn't trim a tree at home; we didn't have any trimming

"I don't think I was ever any more excited than on that last day at school before Christmas when Miss Dumire asked three of us girls to untrim the tree. She gave each of us a box and said, 'Try to put the same amount in each box.' So we were careful, helping each other as the teacher wanted. Then she said for us to be sure to put some of each kind of trimming in each one. Those soft, heavy icicles and the ropes of tinsel. The glass balls and the red candles clipped to the tree limbs.

When we finished, we set the boxes on top of the teacher's desk, tied shut. Then at recess she called the three of us aside and asked if we would each take a box home with us so that it would get used over Christmas. Said she would get some new and different trimming for next year. She probably knew, and maybe I even had told her, that we didn't trim a tree at home, that we didn't have any trimming."

"You probably asked for it," Blanche chided.

"No, no indeed! I never would have done that; but I'm sure she could tell that I was one excited girl over the tree trimming. It was the prettiest stuff I had ever seen. It's still about the prettiest thing I can think of."

The reminiscence of this truly bright spot in Mamma's life now brightened far more than the corner of her little home with the low ceiling and the unlevel floor. This was what home should be for her children and her man. As she opened the shoebox, the eager kids were almost uncontrollable with excitement over the dazzling tree ornaments for their very own tree; she struggled to keep them from spilling the ornaments all onto the floor.

"Now, kids, just you wait; wait till I take it all out here so we can see what we have. Then we'll trim the tree."

The kids, watching from perches on the chairs, were fascinated. Ruth and Foster and Franklin ooh-ed and aah-ed at the sparkling rope and the red balls. Then they all approached the bare, green, beautiful tree, and for a moment it was quiet.


source: "Sugarlands," A family memoir by Foster Mullenax, McClain Printing Co, Parsons WV, 1980



12/16/08

Where's the Valle Crucis post office? Well, that depends

In 1889, William West Skiles described a North Carolina location "entirely shut in by forest-clad mountains." The area "was watered by three small, limpid streams, two of them leaping down the hillsides in foaming cascades," Skiles wrote in Missionary Life at Valle Crucis.

"It was this secluded valley which, from the cross-like form of the three streams at their junction," Skiles continued, "was now to receive the name of Valle Crucis." The Latin name means 'Vale of the Cross.'

The limpid streams of Skiles' time didn't stay that way. A devastating flood struck in August, 1940, drowning people in the raging Dutch Creek, and leaving severe property damage in both valleys.

Pop bottle checkers in the Mast General StorePop bottle checkers in the Mast General Store.

In the days following the flood, residents congregated at one of the town's two general stores, and Mr. Mast, or Mr. Farthing down the street, would "check them off" as survivors. One of the last to appear was a woman called "Cethy," who had walked from her home on Dutch Creek beyond the falls. Mr. Mast was relieved to see her and asked, "Cethy, did you lose much in the flood?" Her answer came out in a hesitant, soft voice, "No - o - o, not much. Jis my cow, part o’ my house, and my husband. Not much."

By 1940 both Mast General Store and the Farthing Store were already institutions. Henry Taylor had built the first (though it wasn’t yet named that) in 1882 and opened it in 1883. The Taylors meantime added rooms to their home over the years to accommodate travelers and guests. Renting rooms to traveling salesmen, the Taylor’s would charge $.25 per overnight stay.

The home was at one time listed as a hotel in a state business directory, as the popularity of the hidden mountain retreat soared. With business booming down the hill at his general store in 1897, Taylor sold half interest of the company to one of his employees, William Wellington Mast. The store was known as the Taylor and Mast General Store until 1913, when W.W. purchased the entire business, and it became simply Mast General Store.

For the next 60 years, the Mast family carried cloth, flour, sugar, coffee, boots, overalls, seed, cookware, plows, cradles, and even caskets at their general store. Credit was extended to those who needed it and payments were often taken in trade. The Mast Store not only offered merchandise but also served as a community-gathering place. A trip to the store almost always included sitting a spell around the pot-bellied stove to share local news and gossip. When someone in the community was sick or needy, the word spread quickly and neighbors rushed to help each other.

Just two-tenths of a mile away from the Mast General Store, R.L. Lowe of Banner Elk in 1909 erected the Valle Crucis Supply Co. The store sold dried goods, clothing, hardware, furs, grains, and roots and herbs. Tokens were exchanged when customers bartered for goods.

Farthing Store, Valle Crucis NCValle Crucis Company store in 1909.

The following year, Charles D. "Squire" Taylor and his son-in-law Dr. Henry B. Perry purchased it and named it Valle Crucis Company. Squire Taylor was the son of the same Henry Taylor mentioned earlier, who operated the Taylor and Moore General Store and built the Mast General Store. Squire sold the first of two houses he built to Ben Farthing in 1920.

In 1914, Ben’s brother R. Aubyn Farthing became manager of the Valle Crucis Company and eventually the owner. In the 1920s, Ben bought a share of the store and co-operated it (Ben also taught school and worked at the Valle Crucis bank.)

Aubyn Farthing, nicknamed "Mr. Valle Crucis," became the town’s postmaster in 1928 and remained so until 1963. Illustrating the partisan politics of the day, the Valle Crucis Company, operated by the Republican Farthings, reputedly served as the Valle Crucis post office because the Republicans were in office. The Mast General Store took over as the Valle Crucis post office when the Democrats came into power.

In the 1930's, Farthing began curing hams and selling them to summer tourists. He shipped them internationally. The Farthing/Mast connection continued into the next generation: Aubyn Farthing's daughter, Mary Hazel, married H.W. Mast, son of Mast General Store owner W.W. Mast.

Ben and Aubyn dissolved their partnership in 1938. In 1948, Aubyn bought out Dr. Perry. The store remained in the Farthing family until 1958.

The Farthing/Mast families had been interwoven for years, and ultimately the two businesses became one. In 1982, John and Faye Cooper, owners of the Mast Store, re-opened the old Farthing building just down the road and converted it to the Mast Store Annex.


sources: www.vallecrucis.com/history/index.html
www.highsouth.com/vallecrucis/herita07.php3?rp=http://www.highsouth.com/vallecrucis/heritage.php3&rl=Return+to+Our+Heritage
www.mastgeneralstore.com/history.cfm
www.library.appstate.edu/appcoll/ead2002/128valle.xml/ead2html
www.boonencmagazine.com/mastgeneralstore.html
www.tricities.com/tri/news/local/article/valle_crucis/12153/



12/15/08

Can you imagine how it felt to be full of milk and have no child to suckle?

Please welcome guest blogger Arlynda Lee Boyer. She grew up in Hillsville, VA and received her BA in history from New College of Florida. Her new book "Buddha and the Bud Car: The Spiritual Wisdom of NASCAR" will release November 2009.


I find it very interesting that the list you cite in "125 reasons you’ll get sent to the lunatic asylum" doesn’t include what would have been a very common event in the mid-1800s: loss of a child. Today, psychologists recognize the loss of a child or a spouse to be two of the five most devastating life experiences a person can experience.

Yet then, when both experiences were far more common, they did not seem to be commonly accepted reasons to suffer extended anguish. Your list did mention “loss of a son in the war,” but that’s a loss limited in two ways, by gender/age and by circumstance.

My guess is that grief was more socially integrated then. Being in closer contact with life and death than we are today, there was a better social mechanism for publicly grieving and for comforting one’s neighbors.

Quite interesting that it isn’t on the list, though, isn’t it? And yet we tend to forget that it was nonetheless devastating. I hear so many people say, "Oh, everybody lost kids then," like it didn't actually hurt these families terribly.

Paul & Irene Marie Boyer, Galax, VAMy grandparents had a baby that died early, at eight weeks old from whooping cough. The whole family was sick with it, and Grandma tried valiantly to keep the baby from getting it, but with no vaccine then, it was a losing battle. After Grandma and GrandDaddy died, the family was going through their belongings. All ten babies had a baby book, and Grandma had given them to each kid as they became parents themselves. But she had packed away that baby's book.

It was from 1942, filled in with weight, length, eye color, etc. Of all the milestones, the only one filled in was the first: "first smile." It said, "at mother while bathing." Then, in the very back, was the baby's obituary notice for the paper, written in Grandma's own hand. The only other thing in the book was a picture taken at the graveside, which was the only "picture" they would ever have of baby Francis Lee (my dad was the next baby -- his middle name comes from her, and mine comes from him).

Even as we were grieving Grandma and GrandDaddy, who died within six months of each other after 60 years of marriage, coming across that book was incredibly moving. Someone commented, "She was breastfeeding. Can you imagine how it felt to be full of milk and have no child to suckle it? She must never really have gotten over it."

I also wanted to add that I was deeply impressed with the earlier Appalachian History podcast on Spanish Flu. I was stunned to learn the numbers who died and the speed with which the death moved across the state and nation. If the same percentage ofAmericans were to die today, there would be 1.5 million people dead.

Can you even imagine today's country going through that???



In loving memory of Paul and Irene Boyer of Galax, Virginia.




12/12/08

We air now aiming to give a dumb show for to pleasure the Little Teacher

I thought no more of old time play acting in the mountain country till on Christmas Eve in 1930 some of the men and boys at Gander [KY] presented for me an old mummers' play. Later two of the men gave me a fairly complete text for the play.

...All of the contributors were old people, and the play presented at Christmas time in 1930 was almost as new for the young people who belonged to the community as it was for me. Thirty or more years had passed since its last performance, and the play will not be presented again by this community because the two men who knew the text are both dead.

--Marie Campbell
Journal of American Folklore, Jan-Mar 1938


Mummer's plays in Appalachia are direct descendants of the British custom of Christmas masking, or "mumming," which can be traced to the English court as early as the reign of Edward III. Mummers (Merriam Webster's--- "one who goes merrymaking in disguise during festivals") probably got the name from the German word 'Vermummung,' or disguise. The actors should be disguised, goes the thinking, for the magic of light overcoming darkness to be effective.

mummer drawingLong before radio or TV, mummer's plays were put on by local people who walked from house to house and recited a play out loud. Mumming's origin in European folk-custom seems to have been the coming of a band of worshippers clad in beasts' heads and skins to bring good luck to a house. The most direct English survival is found in the village mummers who still call themselves "guisers" or "geese-dancers" and claim the right to enter every house. Sometimes they merely dance, sing, and feast, but commonly they perform a rude drama.

That rude drama is a ritual drama, probably of Saxon origin, where, in its simplest form, three characters act out the drama. The plays typically revolved around death and rebirth, like the seasons. Two heroes - usually including St. George (as Prince or King George) - enact a battle in which one is killed, then a doctor resurrects the fallen hero. Other stock characters include a Devil, a Dragon, and a Princess.

The mummer's play that Marie Campbell witnessed in Gander KY in 1930 included a Presenter, Father Christmas, Dame Dorothy, Old Bet, The Bessie, Little Devil Doubt, Pickle Herring, and Doctor Good.

Campbell's transcription of the play begins:

{After a huge bonfire has been made to give heat and light}

Presenter:

We air now aiming to give a dumb show
for to pleasure the Little Teacher
for not going off to the level country
to keep Christmas with her kin.
Hit ain't noways perfect the way we act out this here dumb show,
but hit ain't been acted out amongst our settlement
for uppards of twenty or thirty year, maybe more.
I reckon folks all knows hit air bad luck
to talk with the dumb show folks or guess who they air.
Now then we aim to start.


Read the full text of the play here.


Sources: www.folkplay.info/Texts/93--kycm.htm
www.tartanplace.com/christmas/12th/britishtwelve.html
www.gutenberg.org/files/19098/19098-h/19098-h.htm



12/11/08

The pie the British authorities banned

CARSKADON'S

Raisins, figs, currants, citron, orange and lemon peel, mince meat and all those things which go to make the Christmas table attractive and beautiful. Do not fool your money away on useless toys, but come and supply yourselves with something worth 100 cents on the dollar. Come and see what we have to offer you.


Yours very truly,
GEO T CARSKADON

Ad from KEYSER [WV] TRIBUNE
December 5, 1913


Mince meat, or mince, pies have had a traditional place on the Christmas table throughout Appalachia for two reasons: 1) lack of refrigeration; 2) British ancestors.

This is a time of year when hunters, from the earliest settlers on, have entered the forest seeking wild game to supplement the winter larder. The custom of mincemeat pies during the holidays is partially a holdover from putting up wild game in the days before freezers. The mincemeat mixture was a method of preservation, as the combination of the acids from the fruits and the heat from baking inhibited the growth of bacteria in the meat.

As for the British influence, today’s Christmas mince pie first started to evolve in the 11th Century, when the Crusaders were returning from the Holy Land.

mincemeat pieThey brought home a variety of oriental spices, which over time led to the addition of three spices to the meat pie (cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg) for the three gifts given to the Christ child by the Magi. In honor of the birth of the Savior, the mince pie was originally made in oblong casings (coffin or cradle shaped), with a place for the Christ Child to be placed on top. These pies were not very large. The baby was removed by the children and the manger (pie) was eaten in celebration.

The pie’s name comes from the Latin minuere, "to diminish," and of course mincemeat referred originally to a meat that had been minced up, a meaning it has had since the sixteenth century. Already by that era minced or shred pies, as they were also known, had become a Christmas specialty.

Mincemeat was banned in the 17th century during Oliver Cromwell’s Puritan regime, as “sinfully rich” and “unfit for God fearing people.” The superstitions associated with the dessert had a smell of paganism to them (as do many Northern European holiday customs which can be traced back to winter solstice festivals).

If, for example, you ate one mincemeat pie at a different house on each of the twelve days of Christmas, you would experience good luck for each of the 12 months of the coming year.

Over the years, the pies grew smaller, and the shape of the pie was gradually changed from oblong to round. By the nineteenth century the meat content had been reduced to the point that the pies were simply filled with a mixture of suet (the hard layer of fatty tissue surrounding the kidneys of cattle), spices and dried fruit, previously steeped in brandy. This filling was put into little pastry cases that were covered with pastry lids and then baked in an oven.

British tradition holds that Father Christmas is a fan of the pie. Therefore, British children will often leave a slice or two near the fireplace or chimney, along with milk or brandy, to thank him for gifts in their stockings.

We have the Scots to blame for fruitcake, that other famous holiday desert one either loves or hates, but that’s a story for another day.


sources: “The Roots of Appalachian Christmas Traditions,” by Lois Carol Wheatley, Appalachian Voice, Nov 2007
www.foodtimeline.org/christmasfood.html#mincemeat
www.wvgenweb.org/mineral/conews5dec1913.htm
whatscookingamerica.net/History/PieHistory/MincemeatPie.htm
www.ehow.com/about_4608748_mincemeat-pie.html



12/10/08

I am a poor girl what you might say got no home

Franklin NC
Dec. 10, 1926

Mr. F.M. Lida.

Dear Sir

I am going to write you for a little information about R.E. Gilliland if you know any thing about him. Last Thursday night two week ago he and I got married here in Franklin, N.C. and Tuesday morning following he slipped off and left and I don’t know where he is at and cant hear from him and there is some awful talk about him here in Franklin sence he left and also he told me several things that I find that is not so sence he left and he told me that he didnt have neither Father Mother Brother or Sister but his home was at Asheville and his parents both died when he was just small

He told me that he was in the World War and lost his arm got his head bursted. His stomach cut from hip to hip and his inards let out got shot in both legs and also shot through the hand. He says he is drawing off the Government for these wounds but I don’t know these things for sure and cant find out.

letter to Asheville mayor Edgar M. Lyda, 1926Of course I do know that his arm is gone and that he has been shot through both legs and in the hand and I saw the scar on his head. But I don’t know for sure how he got these wounds I have heard so many things sence he left. And besides leaving me he has skipped a board bill here of several dollars and also took Forty eight dollars of my hard honest earned money and I am a poor girl what you might say got no home so he has left me in a bad shape

I will tell you how come me to have your name he had the Sheriff to Address him an envelope to you and told me that he wanted me to write to you for him but he left before I got the writing done If you can tell me any thing good or not I will appreciate it for he is now my husband and I love him and I would like to know something about him let it be what it may

I met him about eighteen months ago when he was here inspection on the road from Franklin to the Georgia line and I never heard one thing against him until after we were married and he left. So if you please answer by return mail and tell me all you know about him if you know anything.

Am Oblidge


Letter from the personal papers of Edgar M. Lyda (1873-1956), who among other posts was mayor of Asheville. At the time he received this letter, he was Chairman of the Buncombe County Commissioners and Finance Commissioner for the county. Collection held at D. H. Ramsey Library, Special Collections, University of North Carolina at Asheville.



12/9/08

Christmas images throughout Appalachia

Community Christmas tree, Knoxville, TNCommunity Christmas tree, Knoxville, TN. On Market Street between Union Avenue and Clinch Avenue. Night view. Ordered by Knoxville Community Service Council. December 21, 1921.

















1908 Kentucky Christmas card"Two unidentified women (initials M.H.P. and A.H.) in 1908 sent this Christmas greeting to Kentuckian Mary McDowell, "The manner of our growing old is the measure of our life."








covered bridge in OhioCovered bridge, 32’ long, near Dunkinsville, OH.












Portland cutter - one horse open sleighIn the late 1800s and early 1900s, the Portland cutter was the most popular type of sleigh used in the United States.

Peter Kimball and his sons–notably Charles Porter Kimball of Portland, Maine, developed the design. Fancy cutters, trimmed with silk and silver cost about one hundred and fifty dollars. By 1910 plain cutters were available in the twenty dollar range.



Santa Claus at OJ Morrison's StoreSanta Claus is surrounded by children in front of O. J. Morrison's Store in Grafton, WV, circa 1920.










12/8/08

Where did the convicts and indentured servants go?

Please welcome guest blogger Nathan W. Murphy, a professional genealogist and currently a Ph.D. student at the University of Utah. Raised in Kentucky, he's fascinated by the early settlers of the area.  And for his dissertation he needs your input, dear reader!

"Many of us have family traditions that an ancestor came to frontier Kentucky or Tennessee in the early days to escape the law back East. Historians are learning that in this area, these folks would have run into people of similar dispositions. More than 50,000 convicts from the British Isles were banished to America during the Colonial Period.

"The list of convicts sent to America is fairly complete, thanks to the work of Peter Wilson Coldham. Many of them, after serving labor terms of seven or fourteen years in Maryland or Virginia, or running away from their masters, settled in backcountry North Carolina, Tennessee, and Kentucky. I am trying to learn what happened to at least 100 of these former convicts as my Ph.D. dissertation. Has anyone tracked down such a person?

"Visit my project (I've collected information on 18,000 indentured servants so far), Immigrant Servants Database, at www.immigrantservants.com)."





12/5/08

I tried to get her to sing all the song

John Jacob Niles
John Jacob Niles composed the Appalachian influenced Christmas carols 'The Carol of the Birds,' 'The Flower of Jesse,' 'What Songs were Sung,' 'Jesus, Jesus, Rest Your Head,' and 'Sweet Little Boy Jesus.''

'I wonder as I wander,' one of his most popular carols (as of 2008 it’s been recorded at least 231 times) illustrates the working methods of this inveterate collector of homegrown musicality:

"I Wonder As I Wander grew out of three lines of music sung for me by a girl who called herself Annie Morgan,” Niles explained. “The place was Murphy, North Carolina, and the time was July, 1933.

"The Morgan family, revivalists all, were about to be ejected by the police, after having camped in the town square for
some little time, coking, washing, hanging their wash from the Confederate monument and generally conducting themselves in such a way as to be classed a public nuisance.

“Preacher Morgan and his wife pled poverty; they had to hold one more meeting in order to buy enough gas to get out of town. It was then that Annie Morgan came out--a tousled, unwashed blonde, and very lovely. She sang the first three lines of the verse of "I Wonder as I Wander". At twenty-five cents a performance, I tried to get her to sing all the song.

Duke Park in 1910/1911, Murphy, NCDuke Park in 1910/1911, Murphy, NC, where the Morgan family probably camped.

“After eight tries, all of which are carefully recorded in my notes, I had only three lines of verse, a garbled fragment of melodic material--and a magnificent idea. With the writing of additional verses and the development of the original melodic material, "I Wonder As I Wander" came into being. I sang it for five years in my concerts before it caught on. Since then, it has been sung by soloists and choral groups wherever the English language is spoken and sung."


I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky

sources: http://johnjacobniles.com/
www.uky.edu/FineArts/Music/Niles/
www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/Biographies/john_jacob_niles.htm
www.familychristmasonline.com/music/trad_american_carols/i_wonder_as.htm



12/4/08

125 reasons you'll get sent to the lunatic asylum

West Virginia Hospital for the Insane, Weston WV
Weston Hospital in Lewis County, WV, officially named the West Virginia Hospital for the Insane upon completion of the facility shown here in 1880, was typical of the many that were established throughout the country. Its design reflected the Kirkbride plan in action.

Dr. Thomas Story Kirkbride's theory centered on what he referred to as the "moral treatment" of the insane, a constructive idea unique to the United States, for mental asylums from the mid to late 19th century.

He advocated moving patients from overcrowded city jails and almshouses, where patients were often chained to walls in cold dark cells, to a rural environment with grounds that were "tastefully ornamented" and buildings arranged "en echelon" resembling a shallow V if viewed from above.

This design called for long, rambling wings, that provided therapeutic sunlight and air to comfortable living quarters so that the building itself promoted a curative effect, or as Kirkbride put it, "a special apparatus for lunacy." These facilities were designed to be entirely self-sufficient, providing the patients with a variety of outlets for stimulating mental and physical activities.

The Kirkbride plan influenced the construction of over 300 similar facilities throughout North America, some of which were designed by such luminaries as H. H. Richardson, Richard Snowden Andrews, and Fredrick Law Olmstead.

And what constituted insanity to West Virginia authorities in the late Victorian era? Marjorie E. Carr published a pamphlet in 1993, now in the Weston Hospital Collection at the West Virginia Archives and History, that tells the history of Weston. Her pamphlet includes the following from the first log book used at Weston (spelling & punctuation left as in the original):

REASONS FOR ADMISSION
WEST VIRGINIA HOSPITAL FOR THE INSANE (WESTON)
OCTOBER 22, 1864 to DECEMBER 12, 1889

Amenorrhea
Asthma
Bad company
Bad habits & political excitement
Bad whiskey
Bite of a rattle snake
Bloody flux
Brain fever
Business nerves
Carbonic acid gas
Carbuncle
Cerebral softening
Cold
Congetion of brain
Constitutional
Crime
Death of sons in the war
Decoyed into the army
Deranged masturbation
Desertion by husband
Diptheria
Disappointed affection
Disappointed love
Disappointment
Dissipation of nerves

Dissolute habits
Dog bite
Domestic affliction
Domestic trouble
Douby about mother's ancestors
Dropsy
Effusion on the brain
Egotism
Epileptic fits
Excessive sexual abuse
Excitement as officer
Explosion of shell nearby
Exposure & hereditary
Exposure & quackery
Exposure in army
Fall from horse
False confinement
Feebleness of intellect
Fell from horse
Female disease
Fever
Fever & loss of law suit
Fever & nerved
Fighting fire
Fits & desertion of husband

Gastritis
Gathering in the head
Greediness
Grief
Gunshot wound
Hard study
Hereditary predisposition
Ill treatment by husband
Imaginary female trouble
Immoral life
Imprisonment
Indigestion
Intemperance
Interferance
Jealousy
Jealousy & religion
Kick of horse
Kicked in the head by a horse
Laziness
Liver and social disease
Loss of arm
Marriage of son
Masturbation & syphillis
Masturbation for 30 years
Medicine to prevent conception

Menstrual deranged
Mental excitement
Milk fever
Moral sanity
Novel reading
Nymphomania
Opium habit
Over action on the mind
Over heat
Over study of religion
Over taxing mental powers.
Parents were cousins
Pecuniary losses: worms
Periodical fits
Political excitement
Politics
Puerperal
Religious enthusiasm
Religious excitement
Remorse
Rumor of husband's murder or desertion
Salvation army
Scarlatina
Seduction
Seduction & dissappointment

Self abuse
Severe labor
Sexual abuse and stimulants
Sexual derangement
Shooting of daughter
Smallpox
Snuff
Snuff eating for two years
Softening of the brain
Spinal irritation
Sun stroke
Sunstroke
Superstition
Supressed masturbation
Supression of menses
Tabacco & masturbation: hysteria
The war
Time of life
Trouble
Uterine derangement
Venerial excesses
Vicious vices in early life
Women
Women trouble
Young lady & fear


Sources: http://www.trans-alleghenylunaticasylum.com/main/history3.html
http://www.lindapages.com/marshall/mental.htm
http://www.wvculture.org/HISTORY/collections/ms2008-085.html



12/3/08

Muralist Lola Poston and the Lincoln Theatre

Her paintings were shown at the 1939 World’s Fair, and she helped decorate the White House during the Roosevelt Administration. But the artistic highlight of Lola Poston’s painting career was surely the six 15x20 ft. murals she created in 1929 for the auditorium of the newly built Lincoln Theatre, a talking picture palace and vaudeville stage in Marion, VA.

Billed as "the finest playhouse between Roanoke and Knoxville," the theater opened on July 1 that year playing Close Harmony to a standing room only crowd. Lincoln Theatre served as the flagship of a chain of movie houses throughout SW Virginia. Today it’s one of only three remaining American movie houses built in Mayan Revival style.

painter Lola PostonLincoln Theatre’s interior resembles an ancient temple with exotic representations of mythological gods and creatures painted on the ceilings and walls. Poston’s murals live amidst this décor, housed in pyramid frames. Poston used cotton panels with water-based paints to depict scenes in early American and local history. She was paid $50 for each painting. The murals have been meticulously restored within the last decade; the theatre itself is now on the National Register of Historic Places and is a Virginia Historic Landmark.

Lola Poston was born on November 12, 1896, in a log cabin in the Walker’s Creek section of Smyth County, VA. She was the oldest of the ten children of Charles Marion Poston and Ida Lodema Hammons. Charles Poston was half-Irish and half-Shawnnee, and his wife was full-blooded Shawnee.

At age 5, Lola painted a self-portrait by looking at herself in a mirror. As she grew up, she began selling her paintings on the streets of Marion. Recognizing her extreme talent, Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Lincoln, Sr. sent her to study art in Chicago. She didn’t stay long at the school. Soon she began drawing illustrations for greeting card companies, then worked for a design company in New York City.

She met her first husband, Charles E. Harriman, and World War I broke out during their European honeymoon. They escaped to England and returned to the United States.

Lincoln Theatre mural by Lola PostonShe became something of a bohemian, traveling with Harriman across America in a 'house car' designed to be pulled behind an automobile.

After her first marriage came to an end, she married J. Ellis Dickerson, who operated a car dealership and real estate business from their basement. They resided in Grayson County, VA, home of Mount Rogers, the highest peak in the state.

She became friends with nationally renowned writer and part-time local resident Sherwood Anderson. She retired to Florida in her later years and taught arts and crafts, raised Dachshunds, and managed a flower shop.


sources: www.thelincoln.org/index.php?act=viewDoc&docId=20
Marion and Hungry Mother State Park, by Kenneth William Heath, Arcadia Publishing, 2004
Smyth County Revisited, by Kimberly Barr Byrd, Debbie J. Williams, Debra J Williams, Arcadia Publishing, 2007
http://artsmagazine.info/amagazine/2005/12/2005113015293682.pdf



12/2/08

Dedicating the Arrowhead Monument at Old Fort

Old Fort: the name says it. It is indeed one of the oldest towns in western North Carolina, and it was originally a fort, built by the colonial militia before the Declaration of Independence. Once called “Gateway to the West,” the settlement served as the westernmost outpost of the early Thirteen Colonies.

Frequent skirmishes between the Scots-Irish settlers and the Cherokee and Catawba tribes took place along the banks of Mill Creek, which runs through the center of town. There is an old law still on the books that requires any traveler between Marion and Old Fort to notify the Constable of their intended trip and expected arrival time.

If a traveler was late, it was assumed that they had run into trouble, and a search party would be dispatched from the fort to rescue them.

The Native Americans, for their part, were so alarmed by the incursion of pioneers into their lands that they allied themselves with their old enemies the British in 1776.

Arrowhead Monument in Old Fort NCReacting to particularly heavy attacks on Old Fort that year, in late July American General Griffith Rutherford led 2,400 men out of Asheville to invade Cherokee country. Rutherford was joined by Colonel Andrew Williamson, supplying South Carolina troops, and Colonel William Christian with Virginia troops. The army slashed and burned all the way to what is now Murphy, destroying 32 Indian towns and villages. This expedition broke the power of the Cherokee and forced them to sue for peace.

Rather than raise a victory monument commemorating these early battles, the early twentieth century town fathers of Old Fort, perhaps in awareness of the lingering pall cast by the Trail of Tears episode, saw fit to instead create a monument to honor the ‘peace’ between the pioneers and the Native Americans.

And so in 1930, on the same date General Rutherford had originally set out on his march, the Arrowhead Monument on Highway 70 near the Southern Railway Depot was presented, with appropriate ceremonies. 
Nine year old Margaret Marie Nesbitt, who unveiled the marker, was the great-great granddaughter of Mrs. Martha Burgin, the only white child born in the fort. 


Twenty Indians, representing the Cherokee and Catawba tribes, were seated on the speakers’ platform. The two tribes, at one time bitter enemies, formally smoked the pipe of peace while 6,000 persons looked on.

The arrowhead, which was chiseled out of a slab of pink granite at nearby Salisbury Quarries, stands 14-1/2 feet in height on a river rock and cement base of slightly more than fifteen feet. 
 One face of the arrow is adorned by crossed tomahawks, crossed muzzle-loading rifles, and a powder horn. The other side carries a profile of Chief Sequoia.

A brass tablet attached to the arrowhead bears the inscription: "This marks the site of the Old Indian Fort built A. D. 1756, the western outpost of the United States and North Carolina until 1776." 


Actually the arrowhead is not on the site of the original fort, which was located approximately where the Mountain Gateway Museum stands today. 



sources: http://ncmuseumofhistory.org/nchh/amerindian.html#18th
www.oldfort.org/History.htm
www.familyorigins.com/users/l/y/t/C-R-Lytle/FAMO1-0001/d13.htm
A Popular History of Western North Carolina, by Rob Neufeld, The History Press, 2007



12/1/08

Jumping on a bear to fight fist and skull

Chattanooga Times Free Press, 11/24/08: A state wildlife biologist predicts a record number of black bears will be taken during the current hunting season.

There are two periods during which dogs can be used to hunt bear — one in mid-November, the other during the first two weeks of December.


"Him and his brother-in-law one night back years ago, about forty, went out a-bear huntin', a-possum huntin' or other, and treed a bear. He minded up the tree till it come down. I shot it. It rolled off down the mountain a piece, tore loose from the dogs, and run away on down the flat and treed up another tree. We minded hit up there a good long while.

"Finally it come down from up there. We had us a big fire made up at the root of the tree. When it come down, why we had a good fire light to fight it by. When it come down, I shot again, didn't hit it the last time. When I shot it the last time, shot at it, why, just throwed my gun down and jumped a-straddle of it, grabbed it by both ears, me and my dogs. I thought I could help him and make him kill it, but I couldn't do that. I broke the dog's hold, seed I couldn't hold it myself, and I let it loose, started to run back around the tree.

black bear up a tree"The bear took after me, just as I got around next to the fire the dogs caught it again. I turned around and jumped on it again a-straddle of it, called for the axe, and my brother-in-law, he'd had the axe to fight the bear with, and he'd laid it down and burnt the handle in two. He couldn't hardly find the axe, but he hadn't holped me a bit. He hadn't fit none of the time. When I got to hunting for the axe and reaching for the axe, I knocked it in the head ever so many licks before I could get it to roll over and hush hollering.

"Finally we got it killed, drug it around next to the fire, and I got to looking at it, just looked a-scared, to look at a bear a-thinkin' a man of my age or size would jump on a bear to fight fist and skull without something to fight with. So we killed it, brought it in home that night about daylight next morning. About as far as I can go with that."

Steve Cole,
Sugarlands, TN
1939
source: www.cas.sc.edu/engl/dictionary/transcripts/cole_steve.html



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