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3/31/09

Not murdered....but turned boy

Mountain Echo
Hyden, KY.
Jan. 18. 1897

NOT MURDERED......BUT TURNED BOY!


The mystery of the disappearance of Miss Polly Feltner has been cleared up. She was found on the head of a creek called Leatherwood in Perry County, forty miles from here.

She became angry at her parents because they refused to send her to Charlie Mutzenburg's writing school, and resolved to leave home and friends, and on Saturday, January 2d she left home going to the top of the mountain, where she had previously prepared a suit of male attire, and in which she clothed herself, then by following a torturous and unused mountain path she avoided discovery until she had left the immediate neighborhood.

Stopping at a country store several miles from home, she purchased a hat, pants and suspenders and other things necessary to complete her masculine attire, then going to the above named vicinity she found employment under the name of Ray Feltner.

When found by the searching party she was busily engaged in clearing ground and splitting rails. She positively refused to return under any circumstances, preferring to cast her lot among strangers and pass her days acting the man.

She is the daughter of Louis Feltner, a well to do and highly respected citizen of this county, and twenty one years of age, consequently Mr. Feltner will not make any effort to get her to return, but let her try the experiment of being a "farmer's boy."


source: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~kyclay2/newspapers/misc.html



3/30/09

This old auto was trapped in the rising waters

It was the city’s worst flood up to that time. The March 1924 deluge left most of Westernport MD, which sits in a valley at the confluence of the North Branch of the Potomac River and Wills Creek, under water.

March 1924 flood in Westernport MDOriginal caption: This was the scene March 29, 1924, just after the Westernport-Piedmont bridge washed out from high waters of the raging Potomac River. Heavy snows followed by a warm rain brought on the trouble.

A nor'easter had struck on March 10th and 11th, bringing between 10 to 15 inches of heavy snowfall to Maryland’s Allegany and Garrett Counties. High winds during those two nights blew down utility poles and crippled telephone, telegraph, and lighting systems.

Several weeks were required to restore wire service, and railroad and inter-urban electric schedules were interrupted until poles could be removed from tracks. The loss of poles and wires was estimated at nearly $1 million.

March 1924 flood in Westernport MDOriginal caption: This old auto didn’t quite have the horses to make it home and was trapped in the rising waters at 3rd and Lyons Street, Piedmon. The William Frederick residence is in the foreground with Trinity Methodist Church immediately behind.

Another nor'easter struck on the 21st, this time dumping 15 to 20 inches of snow locally. The month’s heavy snow left many roads blocked, and winds produced high drifts in some cases 15 to 20 feet high. There was 3 to 4 feet of snow covering the mountains. Then, on March 28, the temperature topped 70 degrees at Cumberland.

Heavy rains moved in overnight into the 29th, with over an inch and a half falling in 6 hours. By 8 am, the gauge on the Potomac in Cumberland had already risen almost 4 feet from the previous day. The Potomac rose at a rate of 1 foot per hour until 3 pm, then 1.5 feet per hour until 6 pm, when it peaked at a height of 19 feet and 2.5 inches. Westernport was 5 to 6 feet under water. A family of 5 were drowned at Kitzmiller.

The Luke mill halted operations for about three weeks due to damage from the high waters.

The entire Luke mill was flooded. A total of 289 motors and related pieces of equipment were underwater. No. 3 machine basement was filled with mud and sand up to the level of the windows. The mill’s water intake also received damage from the raging waters.

Mr. Allan Luke was Mill Manager at the time, with “Pop” Baker serving as Chief Engineer. Baker inspected the flood damage in the mill yard on horseback.

Ferry boats were kept busy after the flood taking passengers from one side of the river to the other. A month after the flood, the Western Maryland Railway Bridge had been repaired, but the highway bridge between Westernport and Piedmont was still out.

---'The Great Flood of 1924,' April May 1969 newsletter, Westvaco Fine Papers Division/Luke, MD


Westvaco (then called West Virginia Pulp and Paper Company) wasn’t the only key business in town decimated by the flood. The town’s other major employer, the American Cellulose and Chemical Manufacturing Company, also experienced production delays and financial problems because of it.

Damages resulting from the flood ran between $3 million and $4 million (around $36-48 million in 2009 dollars).

The 1924 flooding was the final nail in the coffin of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. The canal, which ran from Cumberland to Georgetown alongside the Potomac River, had been in operation since 1850. But the costly repairs that would have been required weren’t worth it for a business already deep in financial woes.

March 1924 flood in Westernport MDOriginal caption: Transportation takes many forms when necessary. This is the ferry boat that was put in operation after the bridge washed out.


sources: http://modern-us-history.suite101.com/article.cfm/western_maryland_floods_of_1924
http://www.erh.noaa.gov/lwx/Historic_Events/md-winter.html
April May 1969 newsletter, Westvaco Fine Papers Division/Luke, MD: http://usgwarchives.org/md/allegany/history/1924flood1.jpg



3/27/09

The King of Stink

Ramps are the first green thing of spring in Appalachia, and certainly the smelliest. Mountain folks have traditionally looked forward to the return of the ramp after a winter of eating mostly dried foods, often believing the ramp to possess the revitalizing power of a spring tonic (not unreasonable: they are high in vitamins A & C.)

The "little stinkers" are typically served with ham, bacon, fried potatoes, brown beans, cornbread, and a dessert. If you’re a serious aficionado of allium tricoccum, you know it’s an acquired taste: take garlic and multiply that intensity by about ten. The mere scent of those who have recently eaten a mess of ramps has been known to clear a room.

Cosby TN Ramp FestivalOpening day of The Ramps & Rainbow Festival takes place tomorrow at the Cherokee Indian Fairgrounds in Cherokee, NC, kicking off a month and more of festivals celebrating the most loved bulb in Appalachia. The high points of these community fundraisers include the Ramp Festival at Cosby, TN, and the Feast of the Ramson (this year is the 71st one) at Richwood, WV. But many smaller events proliferate throughout April and well into May.
Feast of the Ramson? Ramson is a variety of garlic, but there’s a more poetic answer to the question: the first sign of the Zodiac calendar is Aries, which ushers in spring during March and April. Aries is the Arabic word for Ram, the male of the sheep family---stout, rambunctious, and a bit odoriferous! It only makes sense to call spring's first green shoot the "Ram's Son."

When the first ramp feed was held in Cherry Bottom, VA (now Richwood) is lost to history. That there were springtime get-togethers of frontier settlers with ramp feeds is certain. Ramp feasting as an event began about 1921 when some Richwood men met for a cookout during ramp season. Eventually their gathering moved indoors and came under the jurisdiction of the Chamber of Commerce. The success of the Richwood event inspired other communities to start their own dinners. The town went on to become home to the NRA—the National Ramp Association.

pan of rampsFestivals celebrating a community point of pride were not commonplace in 1954 when the Cosby Ruritan Club of Cocke County TN decided to establish a celebration centered around the ramp. The first Festival attracted a crowd of between 5,000 and 6,000, including the Tennessee governor. Although the festival differs from year to year, there have been common threads: bountiful food, music, dancing, politicians, and a young woman who is crowned "Maid of Ramps."

In 1955, the Festival was attended by ex-President Harry Truman. In 1959, at the sixth annual Ramp Festival, attendance approached a never-again-topped 30,000 due to the featured guest, "Tennessee Ernie Ford," a popular television celebrity, and native of nearby Bristol. Other festivals have featured entertainment notables such as Eddie Arnold, Roy Acuff, Bill Monroe, songstress Dorothy Collins of "Hit Parade" fame, Minnie Pearl, Brenda Lee, and Dinah Shore.

But no matter which of the many available ramp festivals you choose to attend, two factors remain unchanged: the celebration of the region and its culture, and the return of spring and the adulation of the ramp.

related post: "The salient feature of ramps is the smell"

sources: http://lcweb2.loc.gov/diglib/legacies/TN/200003547.html
www.richwoodwv.com/ramp.asp


3/26/09

The US Army used DDT to de-louse soldiers

Here is a little insect that with all his faults, and they are many, possesses certain virtues. He has solved the problem of race suicide, for he multiplies with astounding rapidity. He adapts himself easily, not to say gracefully, to uncomfortable, even unsanitary surroundings, and if he were permitted to speak in his own defense, would doubtless challenge you to show on all the pages of history any great military success attained by an army not accompanied and "egged on" as it were by cooties. Personally, I believe you would have difficulty in producing such an example.

--- The Tar Heel World War Record 1917-'18, by J. R. Graham


Louse infestations during WWI were common and concern about louse-borne disease was so great that after the armistice of 1918, returning troops were deloused at home ports and quarantined for 2 weeks.

drawing of liceFrom the book, "In the A. E. F. With an Artist," by Lieut. Jno. B. Mallard, reproduced in The Tar Heel World War Record 1917-'18, p 153.

At the beginning of WWII, louse control involved dusting with NCI powder (96% naphthalene, 2% creosote, and 2% iodoform) or smearing vermijelli, made of crude mineral oil, soft soap, and water, along clothing seams. The delousing powder of choice was MYL, with pyrethrins as the active ingredient. Until DDT came along.

In 1942, a team of USDA entomologists, led by one Walter E. Dove, were drafted into the project of preventing louse-borne typhus in troops. They worked methodically, testing every chemical they could find to see what would kill lice. Among thousands of other samples, they received a waxy, granular substance from the Geigy Corporation in Switzerland.

Swiss chemist Paul Mueller had labored intensively at Geigy for four years to synthesize dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane (DDT); the basic Swiss patent was granted in 1940. This compound was originally made in 1873 by an Austrian student, but had never received any particular attention.

Field trials now showed it to be effective not only against the louse; but also against a wide variety of pests, including the common housefly, the Colorado beetle, and the mosquito. Geigy began manufacting two products based on DDT, Gesarol and Neocide, in 1942.

Gesarol did kill lice, and every other insect in the lab, but a crumbly wax doesn't work well as a delousing treatment, so the USDA crew did the unglamorous but essential job of reformulating it. By 1943, they were producing large quantities of several formulations, including powders and sprays, and they were referring to Gesarol by its generic name, abbreviated to DDT.

The USDA scientists promoted DDT only for a few circumscribed uses, including delousing and malaria control. Indeed, project director Walter Dove specifically cautioned against spraying the stuff willy-nilly outdoors, arguing as early as 1944 that DDT was "definitely poisonous," and that its environmental consequences might be bad.

It's the only pesticide celebrated with a Nobel Prize: Paul Mueller won in 1948 for having discovered DDT's insecticidal properties. But by then problems related to extensive use of DDT were already beginning to appear; DDT was discovered to have a high toxicity toward fish. Rachel Carson's 1962 book "Silent Spring" raised alarm about DDT's carcinogenic affects on humans. The insecticide was subsequently banned in the United States in 1973, although it is still in use in some other parts of the world.

Army poster for delousing with DDTThis WWII-era Army poster from the collection of the National Museum of Health and Medicine at Walter Reed Army Medical Center instructs how to delouse an incoming recruit with DDT. "Both sleeves then three shots fore and three shots aft at both the neck and waistband." "When numbers are to be treated a seat for the subject saves the back of the operator. Don't forget the head and hat."


sources: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/medicine/laureates/1948/muller-bio.html
"Delousing Procedures for the Control of Louse-borne Disease During Contingency Operations," Published by the Armed Forces Pest Management Board Defense Pest Management Information Analysis Center Forest Glen Section/Walter Reed Army Medical Center, 2005, http://www.afpmb.org/pubs/tims/TG6/TG6.pdf
The Tar Heel World War Record 1917-'18, by J. R. Graham, World War Publishing Company, Charlotte, N. C., 1921
http://scienceblogs.com/deltoid/2007/07/walter_e_dove_and_ddt.php

3/25/09

The slatternly abandoned house beckoned fallen angels

"The Bishop family had come to inspect the house. They stood at the bottom of the weed-infested driveway. The girls surrounded their mother. About six feet away Mrs. Kanukaris, whom Urie had already christened Kan-of-Kerosene, was talking to P.Q. He cocked his head toward her affectedly, pretending to be engrossed in every word she said.

"'We’ll take it,' said Mrs. Bishop loudly.

"Although the house was located across the railroad tracks, it was separated by two acres of land from the shanties of the Negro section. It stood on a knoll. Oaks and butternut trees shaded it. A crumbling stone well stood in the yard, protected from the weather by a peaked roof supported on four posts.

"There were three other outbuildings. A yellow one-room cabin, Mrs. Kanukaris explained to them, had been an outside kitchen in Civil War days. Its roof hove slightly, and some of the tin shingles were dropping off. There was a bleached, bony barn, from which protruded wisps of hay like stuffing. And there was a shed.

"The house was a weathered, broken-down farmhouse, which had been added onto several times. A living room opened onto a frail and tottering porch. Another room opened onto a wide shack kitchen. The addition section was a hallway, wide as a room, which led down to the bathroom, an afterthought.

"On the other side of the bathroom was a bedroom. The house had a second story, but there was no stairway to get to it. Two ancient and crumbling chimneys gave the house its sole support. The floors tipped away in all directions from them. The roof was tin. The underpinnings were rotted. The windows were irregular with cracks in their seams. Panes were broken and rags stuffed in.

"The front steps of the porch were rotted. Cracks between rotted boards opened to the inside of the house. Walls and ceilings were tongue-and-groove boards. Once they had been glued with newspapers to keep out the cold, but the newspaper had been torn away.

"'This is one of the oldest houses in Ephesus,' announced Mrs. Kanukaris, tramping through the rooms before them. 'Of course it wasn’t no good to begin with. You know, a man got shot right at this kitchen sink. The man that owned this house shot him right through this window on account of his having moved in here with his no-good wife. He was shaving.'

Depression era North Carolina family at table"Loco Poco gave a delicate twitter. Mrs. Kanukaris looked in her direction and then moved into another room.

'This is a Niggershack,' whispered Irene, trying out the sound of it.

"It was the extravagance of its lowliness that made it suit the Bishops. Not that it appealed to them, but that it personified their predicament. A regular house would not do. The rottenness, the many outbuildings, the forlorn red field, the slatternly, abandoned house, the nearness of the Negro section, beckoned fallen angels. They had to be received on earth. Their adventure was beginning."

---From ‘Entering Ephesus’
by Daphne Athas


Daphne Athas (1923- ) is best known for "Entering Ephesus," which made Time magazine's Ten Best List in fiction in 1971. This semi-autobiographical novel is about a young girl’s coming of age in fictionalized pre-World War II Chapel Hill (Ephesus), a setting that provides a creatively charged mix of intellectual arrogance and southern poverty.

Entering Ephesus won the Sir Walter Raleigh Award fort the best work of fiction by a North Carolinian in 1972.

Born in Cambridge, Mass., Athas moved with her family to Chapel Hill at age 15. She earned her undergraduate degree at UNC-CH and did graduate work at the Harvard University School of Education.

She taught near Boston and later served as the director of a service club for the US Air Force in London (1952-58). Athas returned to North Carolina in 1965, teaching at Durham Technical Institute before joining the creative writing program at the University of North Carolina. She was Fulbright Professor of American Literature at the University of Tehran in the mid-1970s, and was cited in the "Pushcart Prize Collection" for 1984 as an "Outstanding Writer in Non-Fiction" for her essay "Why There are No Southern Writers."

Exploring her Greek heritage, Athas has sometimes set her work in Greece and depicted her larger-than-life Greek father. She’s published four novels, a play, a personal reminiscence, and a volume of poetry, as well as essays, short fictions and poems in magazines and anthologies.


Sources: http://www.unc.edu/news/archives/mar97/athas.html
“Southern Writers,” by Joseph M. Flora, Amber Vogel, Bryan Albin Giemza, LSU Press, 2006



3/24/09

Chirping chicks huddled under the stove's warmth

That spring, I gathered up suitable pieces of scrap lumber wherever they could be found in order to construct a brooder house. Many of these boards came from a discard pile of surplus materials at the mill where Daddy worked. He often reclaimed a lot of useful items that were otherwise destined to be hauled off to the town dump.

The seven by eight foot structure had a shed roof and was only five feet high at the back. The sacrifice of head room in the design limited the space to be heated during March and April. Initially, the only source of light was a large window installed at floor level. Its southern exposure brought an abundance of afternoon sunshine, providing some solar warmth before the balmy spring days arrived.

boy in chicken brooder houseOur neighbor Bernard Butler sold us a small top-loading coal burning stove. A removable round sheet metal hover radiated the warmth downward.

Daddy suggested an easy way to hoist and securely dangle the stove in midair. He appended a wire bail to the hover and attached a snap buckle fastened to one end of a rope pulley. A lip on the top of the stove helped keep it suspended about six inches from the floor. This gap allowed the chirping chicks to go to and from the heat at will.

The lifting device was easy to operate and gave enough working room to remove the ashes from the stove as well as to clean the area where the chicks nightly huddled. A fresh bed of wood shavings every day restored the space to spic and span sanitary condition.

The stove had a regulating apparatus of sorts to control the updraft, which in turn helped govern the rate of combustion. There were two opposing mercury-filled metal chambers, each one shaped like a small pancake, that acted as a thermostat. Their expansion when heated caused the damper to open and slow the coal’s burning rate. As they contracted, the closed system got the fire going again.

This assemblage wasn’t perfect. When falling temperatures called for more heat, the movable plates that regulated the draft didn’t always respond properly. Also, the small stove required constant restoking. Given these circumstances, the habitat of my little charges needed fairly constant monitoring, both day and night. The first two weeks were critical, a time when young chicks are really susceptible to chills, and the greatest losses occur.

My vigil began several days before the cute fuzzy chicks arrived. I lit the stove, kept the fire going to dry out any dampness, and made sure everything was hunky dory. Maintaining a uniform environment demanded discipline. Once we settled the chicks in the brooder, I had to set an alarm clock and get up at least twice on the chilliest nights to keep close check on our investment. Once I had dressed and bundled up for these nocturnal visits, a bright beam from a flashlight pointed the way. Sometimes the heavens, luminous with the full moon’s radiance, projected my shadow along the pathway.

Opening the door to discover cozy warmth insider the brooder house both soothed my shivers and reassured me that all was well. I routinely added more coal and waited for the embers to burn brightly before returning to the house and crawling back into bed.


Excerpt from 'The Day is Far Spent,' by Kenneth A. Tabler, Montani Publishing, 2006
b. 1926, Martinsburg, WV



3/23/09

There is no suspicion that he desired to commit suicide

Moseley’s Administrator v. Black Diamond Coal & Mining Co.
Appeal from Muhlenberg Circuit Court filed April 16, 1908
Opinion of the court by Judge Carroll, reversing.


James Moseley was employed as night fireman and engineer by the Black Diamond Coal & Mining Company. The engine room was situated some sixty feet from the mouth of a shaft sunk from the top of the ground to the coal stratum, about one hundred feet below the surface.

The opening of this shaft on the surface of the ground was sixteen by sixteen feet. It was divided into two compartments, in each of which was a cage or elevator used for hoisting and lowering the employees and material from and into the mines. When a person in the bottom of the shaft desired the elevator to be lowered or hoisted, he could notify the engineer by blowing a whistle which could be heard by the engineer.

Moseley was not the regular engineer or fireman, and was only temporarily in charge of the engine on the night he met his death. On that night, a party of young people had gone down into the mine, in company with Tilden Bridges, who was one of the bosses.

After the party went down into the shaft, the regular engineer went off duty, leaving Moseley alone in charge of the engine. A short time after this, Bridges, who was at the bottom of the shaft, blew the whistle to notify the engineer to hoist the elevator, and at this moment, or immediately afterwards, Moseley fell into the shaft from the top, landing in the bottom, fatally injured. He never recovered consciousness.

winding engine room and mine elevatorPostcard showing Coil Coal Company Mine, Madisonville, KY. Early 20th century, no date. The engine room, or 'engine,' is far right. The vertical shaft elevator structure leading down to the mine is on the left.

In this action by his personal representative to recover damages for his death, the trial judge, at the conclusion of the evidence for the appellant [Moseley’s representative], directed the jury to return a verdict for the appellee [Black Diamond.] The correctness of this ruling depends upon the question whether or not there was any evidence to show that Moseley’s death was caused by the negligence or carelessness of the company.

The opening in the shaft was enclosed by a fence, and it is not probable or reasonable that the deceased, who was in his right mind and a sensible man, would have climbed a fence and deliberately precipitated himself into a hole one hundred feet deep. There is no suspicion in the record that Moseley desired to commit suicide, or that he was laboring under any mental disease; and the only reasonable explanation of the manner in which he came to his death is that he walked through the open gate and fell into the open shaft.

Section 2731 of the Kentucky Statutes provides in part: “And at every mine operated by a shaft there shall be provided an approved safety catch, and a sufficient cover overhead on all cages used for lowering and hoisting persons.”

[Black Diamond] partially complied with this statute by enclosing the opening or mouth of the shaft with a fence, provided with gates, through which persons desiring to go in or come out of the shaft might enter, but there was evidence tending to show that the gates were constantly left open, and could not be closed on account of coal and other material that had accumulated and was allowed to remain about the gates. To provide a gate and then permit it to be and remain in such a condition, for any cause, that it can not be closed, is the same as if no gate had been provided.

The argument is made in behalf of the company that, although it may have been negligent in this respect does not render it liable in damages for the death of Moseley, because his duties as engineer and fireman did not require him to leave the engine room, or go to the shaft.

It is said that, in going to the shaft, he was not in the performance of any duty owing to the company, or acting within the scope of his employment. That if he had remained at the place where his duties required him to be, he would not have fallen into the shaft or have been injured.

Moseley’s duties as engineer and fireman placed him in charge of all the machinery connected with the lowering and hoisting of the elevators by the engine. It was as much a part of his duties to see that the pulleys and cables attached to the elevators were in working order and good condition, as it was to see that the machinery directly attached to the engine was in proper condition.

It can not be said that his duties were confined exclusively to the engine house, or that he had no right to go about the shaft where the elevators operated by the engine were located. He was not a trespasser, but was rightfully on the premises.

Nor, in view of the darkness of the night and the failure to have the premises lighted, can it be said that the shaft into which Moseley fell was so obviously dangerous, or the hazard in going about it so apparent, that a person of ordinary prudence would not incur risk.

We are of the opinion that there was evidence sufficient to authorize a submission of the case to a jury, and the judgment is reversed, with directions to grant a new trial.


Source: The Kentucky Law Reporter, by Kentucky Court of Appeals, Vol 33 No 8, pp. 110-13, Published by G. A. Lewis, 1908



3/20/09

Where'd all those NCAA school mascots come from?

When the NCAA Tournament tips off, you may know every team's star player and its odds to win the title. But how well do you know the mascots? Not just what the teams are called, but where those names came from? Let's take a look at some of the tourney's more unusual nicknames.

East Tennessee State Buccaneers: It wasn't until 1935 that ETSU athletic teams were referred to as the "Buccaneers;" previous teams were called "The Teachers." The school was known as the East Tennessee State Teachers College in 1925, shortened to State Teachers College, Johnson City in 1930. Coach Gene McMurray was credited with coming up with the name 'Buccaneers' in 1935.

"The Teachers sounds too innocent and academic, and they wanted more of a fighting name," says author Robert J. Higgs, professor emeritus of English from ETSU.

ETSU Buccaneer mascotAn English professor and coach at that time, Willis Beeler Bible, had an objection to the name. Bible believed that pirates had an unsavory reputation. The name stuck despite the disagreement.

"'Bull' Bible joked about the name buccaneers and said it sounded like a bunch of bandits," Higgs said.

The Buccaneer is a fine mascot for a coastal school, but ETSU is decidedly landlocked. What gives? A group of spelunkers found an underground river in the university area, known as Pirate Creek. The creek runs throughout subterranean tunnels in a southeasterly direction. Geologists theorize that Pirate Creek could have led to the Atlantic Ocean.

Local legend holds that Pirate's Creek was once home to pirate Jean Paul LeBucque (LeBuc), who had fled from the coast to hide his treasure. Thus, an inland school has a pirate mascot.

Wake Forest Demon Deacons: Wake's teams originally called themselves the Tigers, but that name didn't stick. People started referring to the squads as "the Baptists" due to the school's religious affiliation, and when the football team beat arch-rival Trinity (which would later become Duke) in 1923, student newspaper editor Mayon Parker dubbed them the "Demon Deacons" to honor both their Baptist affiliations and their 'devilish' play. Henry Belk, Wake Forest's news director, liked the title and used it often, so the popularity of the term grew.

The actual mascot made its first appearance in 1941. As the "Demon Deacon" terminology became more popular, Jack Baldwin (1943 Wake Forest graduate) took the first step and became the first in the long line of Deacon mascots.

"Some of my fraternity brothers and I were just sitting around one evening," Baldwin recalls, "and came to the agreement that what Wake Forest needed was someone dressed like a deacon -- top hat, tails, a black umbrella and all that. We wanted him to be more dignified than other mascots, sort of like an old Baptist Deacon would dress."

West Virginia Mountaineers: WVU's 'Daily Athenaeum' reports that individuals served as the Mountaineer as early as 1927, when Clay Crouse was chosen. However, it was not until 1934-35 when trackster Lawson Hill served that a more stable selection process was established. Starting in 1937, the Mountaineer was appointed annually by the Mountain Honorary - the school's prestigious senior honorary.

The Mountaineer mascot first appeared at WVU sporting events during the 1936-37 school year. Boyd H. "Slim" Arnold, a physical education major from Bayard in Grant County, was the first Mountaineer selected to serve three years in succession (1937-38-39) and was the longest tenured until Rock Wilson equaled it in 1993. (1991-92-93).

During Arnold's tenure, he became the first Mountaineer to wear the now traditional buckskin uniform. Minutes of Mountain meetings from the late 1930s indicate that a donor gave the Honorary several deerskins asking that a buckskin costume be made for the Mountaineer. Prior to that the Mountaineer wore overalls, a flannel shirt, coonskin cap, a sheep or bear skin type vest and carried a rifle.

The Mountaineer's costume is tailored to fit each winner, and male Mountaineers customarily grow beards during their tenure to go along with the coonskin cap and rifle.

The rifle is a true flintlock that requires the user to become schooled in the amount of powder required to fire the charge.

UT Chattanooga Mocs: The school's athletic teams are called the Mocs. Taking the name from Moccasin Bend in the Tennessee River, UTC adopted a water moccasin as its mascot in the 1920s.

Along the way the school changed the mascot to a Cherokee tribesman: Chief Chattamoc, and in the 60s & 70s a moccasin shoe served as UTC's mascot. In the late 70s the mascot returned to a Cherokee tribesman, this time Chief Mocanooga.

The Chattanooga InterTribal Association criticized UTC for using the mascot, because they believed Native Americans were portrayed in an unfavorable manner. Chief Mocanooga wore feathers and warpaint, and the association and other Native Americans said Southeastern Indians were not warriors.

The university assembled a 17-panel committee to discuss the issue and come to a decision. UTC adopted a new mascot in the '96­-'97 school year – Scrappy.

The name came from A.C. "Scrappy" Moore (a former football coach.) Scrappy is a mockingbird (Tennessee's state bird) and dresses as a railroad conductor. The school's main athletic logo features Scrappy riding a train (a reference to Chattanooga's history as a major railroad hub and to the song "Chattanooga Choo Choo".)


Sources: http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/23743
http://www.utc.edu/About/History.php
http://www.msnsportsnet.com/page.cfm?section=9614
http://wakeforestsports.cstv.com/genrel/100808aab.html http://www.etsujournalist.com/article/Journalism/Campus_Connections/Why_we_are_the_Buccaneers/18422



3/19/09

"Que te parece! Now I believe in the egg!"

"Benito Fernandez, known by all the Spaniards as Benito El Tuerto because he couldn’t see out of his left eye, lived just two houses away from our house on Ashton Lane. His wife, Cristina, was a short, heavy woman who spent most of her time sitting in a rocking chair and saying her rosary beads. She always had a small bag of asafetida on a string around her neck and did little of anything except keep her daughters, Juliana, Felipa and Marta busy with the cooking, washing, milling and other household work. She was very religious and sent her daughters to church regularly, while the padre would come to see her every Friday morning to give her communion.

"On St. Joseph’s Eve, she would never forget to perform the egg-in-a-glass ritual and would be the first one in the morning to hurry to the window to see what had taken place in the glass during the night. For this custom, a fresh-laid egg (it would have to be laid on the eve of the Saint’s Day) would be broken just before midnight into a glass filled three-fourths to the top with well-drawn water. Care was taken so that the yolk would not disintegrate. Then the glass would be placed on the sill of an open window.

"The next morning a ship in full sail might be formed in the glass, with the yolk forming the hull of the ship and the white of the egg making the sails. This would signify that some member of the family would be making a trip somewhere by ship. If instead of a ship, however, one saw a long, white candle with what looked like a flame on top (the white of the egg would form the taper and the yolk the flame), this would mean that some member of the family would die within the next twelve months.

Asturian woman, Clarksburg WV"If on the morning after putting out the glass, Cristina let out an Hay, Dios mio! Ave Maria purisuma!, her husband and daughters would know she had seen the candle. On this particular morning, however, she exclaimed, Gracias a Dios! She had seen the ship.

"A few days later, she received a letter from her parents telling her they were going to sail from La Coruna within the next two weeks. This meant that they were on the high seas at the moment she had looked at the sailing ship on the window sill!

"When her husband, who was always telling her that she was too superstitious, came home from work, the egg was beginning to disintegrate in the water. She told him about it having been a ship and said that her parents were coming to Coe’s Run to live. He said, 'I’ll have to see them before I believe there’s anything to this foolishness.'

"She decided to make a believer of him. Instead of showing him the letter from her parents, she brought forth a calendar and said, 'They will arrive in Clarkston on either this day, this day or this day. Mind what I tell you. If they do come within the days I point out, will you then believe in what you call superstition?'

"'Yes,' he replied. 'If that happens, you’ll have made a believer of me.'

"And sure enough, on the first day she had pointed out on the calendar, a telegram came from New York City. It had been sent by Valentin Aguirre and said the Senor and Senora Ovies would arrive by train at five p.m. on the B&O train from New York City.

Que te parece! Benito exclaimed after hearing the telegram read to him. Now I believe in the egg!

"The egg in the glass had long been a Spanish custom. According to the local Italians, it was also a custom in Italy. Although the Italians enacted the custom on St. John’s Eve, it was done in the same manner and had the same significance."

Pinnick Kinnick Hill, an American Story
by Gavin W Gonzalez (b 1909),
WV Univ Press, 2003
Spanish (Asturia) immigrant
Clarksburg, WV


3/18/09

Indian names abound in Rabun County

Like many locations in Georgia, many of Rabun County's place names are derived from Indian names. In Rabun County that would be the Cherokees. In most Indian place names, we know the English spelling of how the Cherokees pronounced the word, but no actual translation of what the word means. For example, both Chattooga and Chechero were the names of villages. Chattooga was derived from the town which once stood on the South Carolina side of the river, near the mouth of War-woman Creek.

It was abandoned, probably in 1760, because it lay on the route of two British Army expeditions. When explorer John Bartram passed by in 1776, he noted town ruins in the area.

The area where Clayton is now located was once an important intersection of major Indian trails known as Dividings. One route that branched to the southeast, along what is now Highway 76 East, passed an Indian village mapped by Henry Mouzon in 1777 and called "Chichirohe." That derivation is easy to see in the community we call Chechero.

Tallulah Gorge, GAThe word "Tallulah" has often been said to mean 'terrible.' There was an Indian village near the great falls and gorge in the late 1600s called 'Talulu.' By 1725 there was another village in the same area called 'Turura,' a variation of 'Talulu.'

Some Indian names are Anglicized; Warwoman is one example. The most important route out of Dividings ran along War-woman Creek to the east, forded the Chattooga River, and forked in South Carolina to trails that then led to Virginia and Charleston. The creek name (later the community's name also) came from an honored titled among the Cherokee. It was their custom to take a woman along on war parties, primarily to cook and sew, but when one proved her mettle on several expeditions, she was given the designation 'War Woman.' We don't know which specific woman was referred to because the Warwoman Creek has held that name for more than 200 years.

Timpson Creek's name does not seem to have an Indian connection at first glance. But it is, in fact, name for a Cherokee, John Timson, who was the first convert made by Baptist missionaries in 1823.

Other Indian names abound in Rabun County. Stekoe Creek was first called 'Sticcoa' by the Cherokees, and Hiawassee Street is named for the great trail known as 'Hiwassee' that connected the Cherokee settlements around Franklin, NC to those of the valleys further south and west. Even Savannah Street, which many believe to be named for Savannah Bleckley, may actually be of Cherokee derivation because it is the English equivalent of 'Hiwassee,' meaning grassy valley.

When the Cherokee were removed and Rabun County was created in 1819, the white settlers started their own naming. Rabun comes from Governor William Rabun, who died in office shortly before the county came to be. Clayton, originally Claytonville, was named for Supreme Court Judge and Congressman Augustus Clayton of Clarke County. Dillard was named for the Dillard family, among the first white settlers in that locale. Mountain City was originally called 'Pass Over' by settlers because it was part of the great valley pass through the Blue Ridge. By 1915, it was known as Mountain City.

According to Mrs. Della Watts' recollections, Tiger was once called 'Kerbytown,' after a prominent resident who ran a general store there. Some say the name 'Tiger' derived from a Cherokee chief named 'Tiger Tail;' other oral history says the panther’s cry from the mountains reminded early settlers of English origin of the eerie cry of the tiger of India.


Source: ‘Rabun County Place Names,’ by Carol Law Turner, The Vintage Rabun Quarterly, Vol 3 No 1, January 2009



3/17/09

She was a great Herb Doc, the main Doc of the county

Following is a family history written in 1985 by Ethel (Barrows) Shilling, of Washington County, OH. Grand Ma & Grand Pa Seevers were: Mary A. Severs (1821-1909) & Samuel Severs (1809-1877)

Some History of Grand Ma / Grand Pa Seevers.

Reports are and have been they have Indian blood, and perhaps they have; who hasn't? But, I too perhaps think Grand Father might of been of the Indian Tribe. I'm that age. Seems the public wants to class them of the Indians. I never heard of any comment from my mother as such. They surely could of been associated with them in those days.

Grand Mother knew a lot about wild life, nature, etc. You name it. She was a great Herb Doc. She was the main Doc of the county, and saved a lot of lives and brought many lives into the community. Emma Limpert says Grand Ma brought her into the world. Also she saved one of her sisters from diphtheria, from her herb doctoring.

Grandma lived in a log house as I remembered, one side sloped down to ground like a shed, an outside dug cellar with sod banked at the side, herbs of all kind were hanging inside drying. She had curly hair (of which I don't think Indians have), wore black, and a black hood or a fascinator, she chewed tobacco, pieced comforters and quilts (by hand sewing) in the winter. She also knew how to rob the squirrels of their winter nuts; by finding them in rotten logs and stumps she would always come up with all she could pack.

Mary A. Severs of Washington County OHI used to sometimes sleep with her. Before going to sleep she would make noises of different animals, especially like a bear. I used to curl her hair when a little girl.

When she got older, so I understand she pieced each grandchild a quilt. These pieces were very small; she never had no waste to throw away. Her fingers were very much drawn crooked by her age.

She stayed with us when she got old. My father built her a bedroom all her own. We lived down on Fountain St. Uncle Jim Seevers her son was her guardian. This log house was joining Uncle Sam Seever’s farm, back a lane, perhaps a mile. She went fishing in what you call Little Lake close to her home. She was a great fisherman.

She was quite a person in her age. She passed away at the age of 87. Her funeral was at the Logan Church. I was about ten years old and well remember it all. She passed away at Aunt Tan Cole’s home. She and Grandfather and two babies lay at Six Corners Cemetery about in middle of the big section with a large brown marker. The only brown I think in that side. You cannot miss it.

I cannot give you any dates. I don't have any records of such. Only as I remembered down through time. My mother never said much about the life or I was too young to get it.


Source: http://www.geocities.com/mikehall7142003/histories.html



3/16/09

This train never derailed more than once a trip

Fans like it because it is short, completely independent (in more ways than one), and sticks staunchly to steam power---represented by three extraordinary locomotives, the like of which there is not anywhere else. They like also its galloping rails, which are rough enough to thrill but not sufficiently out of line or surface to derail more than once a trip.

Railroad historians are well hardened to tales of corporate vicissitude, but even they grow weepy when confronted with the hard luck story of the Smoky Mountain Railroad—a fit subject for Voltaire’s “Candide.” It never did have a smooth middle class existence; from the year it was opened it never found a visible means of support and, like a street Arab, wandered from lease to lease with a reducing trip through the courts in between tries.

W.J. Oliver is said to have built the old Knoxville, Sevierville & Eastern in 1909 for the purpose of selling it to the Southern, but somehow, the sale fell through. Local banks took over the property and tried to get as good a deal as possible for trackage rights of 2.2 miles between Vestal and Knoxville over the Southern’s Marysville branch. Since lumber formed most of the traffic in those days, rapid deforestation brought the line to its first financial crisis: in 1921 the little railroad took its first whirl through the courts and emerged shirtless, though still trousered, as the Knoxville & Carolina Railroad.

Smoky Mountain RailroadSM Pacific No. 110 takes the mixed train over Boyd’s Creek trestle. Baldwin built the low-drivered (47-inch) 4-6-2 for the Little River Railroad, which sold it to the SM back in 1940.

Five years later its management eyed the courts once more---this time with a threat to take the matter up with a junky. But the taxpayers of Sevier County were still paying interest on the $150,000 in bonds issued to aid original construction and were anxious to keep the road going. Hence, they offered to waive county taxes for five years, and the local trade volunteered to order in its merchandise by rail.

With these as talking points, the road’s management offered the property to the Tennessee & North Carolina then operating a lumber road from Newport, TN 21 miles up the Pigeon River to Crestmont, NC and a separate 25-mile line which, connecting with the Southern’s famed Asheville-Murphy branch at Andrews, ran in circles through the woods to Hayesville. Neither of these T&NC roads was located anywhere near the other or the Smoky Mountain.

Nevertheless, their owners liked the proposition; they announced plans to run motor trucks for l.c.l. (less than container load) over the 24-mile gap between Sevierville and Newport; and, with personal funds amounting to $75,000, acquired the Smoky, the territory of which was described at the time as 75% in timber, 15% under cultivation and 10% in pasture.

Weaklings united do not make for strength. Late in 1937 the T&NC interests sold their Smoky stock to Max Kesselman and Joe Silverstein, acting as the Midwest Steel Company, of Charleston, WV—a junk outfit. On the first day of 1938 the T&NC, with approval of the Interstate Commerce Commission, abandoned its Newport Division, ending the daily service of a quaint “gasoline passenger bus” for passengers, l.c.l. and mail.

In April the T&NC sought to abandon operation of the Smoky, while, at the same time, Midwest Steel asked for permission to dismantle the property. The latter proposal was not successful, and on October 14 the Smoky undertook independent operation under its scrap dealer managers.

Arguing that the road was in terrible shape, President Silverstein asked the ICC to approve an RFC “rehabilitation loan” of $40,000, a request which the Commission denied promptly, on grounds that present and future earning power was insufficient to sustain it and that the movable security which the Smoky offered comprised but two combine cars, two flat cars and one box car---all exceedingly old and disheveled.


Source: ‘Smoky Mountain,’ by William H. Schmidt, Trains magazine, December 1949, pp. 28-30
full article here



3/13/09

Radford Univ considers eliminating Appalachian Studies

An open letter to the readers of the Appalachian History blog, from Cynthia Fife Coughlin, a student at Radford University:

I began reading the mission of Radford University as included in RU's 7-17 Strategic Plan after my major, Anthropology, was eliminated from Radford's curriculum two days into the semester.

It reads, "The vision and mission of this student-centered community of learners are driven by these core values:" one "being an active partner in the viability of our region." Of course our region is our Appalachian region. Two other core values pertinent to this conversation are "diversity and the richness it adds to our University; and shared governance and participation at all levels within the University community."

I believe the Radford University administration has not acted in accordance with its own stated values by failing to make transparent and public the University's plans to recreate our school into something other than a liberal arts school. Furthermore, the decisions heretofore (eliminating the Anthropology department, giving departments only days to justify their programs) have clearly not been born of the collaborative, inclusive, and honest tenets of our country's new president, Barack Obama. In his inauguration speech he said, "And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account-to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day-because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government."

Appalachian Studies is being considered for elimination as are many of the diverse departments that, collaboratively, define the erudite liberal arts experience at Radford University. I would like to be considered for Radford University's graduate school program in English and I would like to work for a certificate in Appalachian Studies. I would like to cultivate in Americans a heartfelt attachment to Appalachia which is the second most bio-diverse region in the world. In the event of the catastrophic climate changes predicted, it will be the seed and fruit of the Appalachian mountains that will revive the United States and maybe the world. The rate of development in the United States makes the Appalachian mountains to the nation what Central Park is to New York City. I would like to complete my studies at Radford University precisely because there is an Appalachian Studies component.

The Appalachian Regional Studies Center at Radford University.

Ours is a simple request. Please practice fidelity to our stated core values and begin to practice shared governance and participation at all levels within the University community. Please make public all data used in making program decisions and allow the students, parents, and alumni input. Please agree to refrain from making decisions over the summer break, agreeing instead to move on the public forum immediately or wait until the return of students in the fall semester.

Trusting that President Penelope Kyle and Provost Wil Stanton welcome our input I invite you, dear Appalachian History readers, to share your concerns about their plans to reduce Radford's Appalachian presence. President Kyle is from Galax, Virginia and will, no doubt, be relieved that so many of us are proud of our heritage. They receive correspondence at the following addresses:

President Penelope Kyle
Radford University
Box 6890 Martin Hall
Radford, Virginia 24142
president@radford.edu

Wilbur Stanton -Provost
Radford University
Box 6910 Martin Hall
Radford, Virginia 24142
wstanton@radford.edu

Thank you for kindnesses and your support.


Cynthia Fife Coughlin
Radford University Senior
March 13, 2009
ccoughlin45@yahoo.com


Ms. Coughlin kindly requests that you cc: her if you email Ms. Kyle or Mr. Stanton

She, a Catholic, could not convert him to her belief

From the 1927 divorce case filed by James R. Seawall against Dorothy Elizabeth Seawall in Knox County Fourth Circuit Court, Knoxville, TN:

"After their marriage, and in the year 1923, the defendant began to neglect him, and to absent herself from his home, and to spend the greater part of her time with her parents; that from December 1923 she has wholly separated herself from him and has lived with her parents.

"He respectfully avers that he has done all that he knows how to do to make her a loyal husband, and to properly provide for her and their children, but avers that she has not reciprocated, and that she has wholly separated herself from him, willfully and maliciously and without any just or reasonable cause, for two whole years and more, to wit four years next preceding the filing of this bill. And so complete has been the separation that this Complainant has not so much as seen the defendant since January 1924.

"Complainant would further show that he is a traveling salesman covering all the Southeastern part of the United States, and that as such he was sent to Knoxville more than two whole years ago next preceding the filing of this bill, and that he took up his bona fide residence at Knoxville on or about April 1, 1925. That he has since continually resided here, as his home, and that he is a bona fide citizen and resident of Knox County, TN.

"He would show that the separation herein complained of took place in the State of New York on or about December 30, 1923, and was wholly uncalled for, and inexcusable, and that it was without any just or reasonable cause. That the only cause which could have been assigned was a difference in religious affiliations, but this Complainant respectfully avers that the defendant knew his affiliations before their marriage, and that she, a Catholic, could not convert him to her belief, and therefore, and for no other cause, deserted him and his home."

INTERROGATORY PROPOUNDED to Mrs. Lela Guerard by the Complainant in the above styled cause, and answered by the said witness under oath.

Q. Please state your name, age and residence?
A. Lela Seawall Guerard, 32, San Antonio, TX.

Q. Do you know whether, during the marriage relation, or during the time when Mr. Seawall and his wife were living together, the Complainant supported his wife as a husband should?
A. I saw a good bit of them for about two months after the marriage; at that time his wife and her family seemed very much attached to Mr. Seawall. She wrote me several times between that time and the time I heard of the separation; there was nothing in the letters to suggest that she was not happy with him; certainly no complaint of his conduct towards her.

Q. State fully, if you know, how Mrs. Seawell conducted herself with reference to properly keeping her home, remaining with her husband, preparing his meals, doing his mending and housework, and general work that is ordinarily done by a housewife for her husband?

A. So far as I knew up to the time I left there was no complaint; from the time that I came to Texas I only know of what happened by complaints he made about the way things were going. He complained in his letters about her frequent and repeated absences from the home and neglect of household duties.

Q. Did you know Mrs. Seawall's parents?
A. Yes.

Q. What was their attitude toward the homelife of James R. Seawall and his wife? That is to say, did they at any time so interfere with the affairs of his home as to cause his wife to be less affectionate toward him? And did they, or either of them intermeddle in the affairs of his home so as to estrange his wife from him?
A. The attitude of Mrs. Seawell's parents up to the time I came to Texas was very friendly; their attitude later I only know from his letters to me, and what he told me when I visited him about two years ago during the time he was separated from her; in those conversations he attributed his entire trouble to differences in religion and interference in their affairs by his wife’s mother and father.

Q. Was Seawall kind and good to his wife?
A. Judging from what I saw during the time I was with them, from his and her letters, and his talk of her with me, I would say that he was.

Q. Was there anything in his conduct toward her that would justify her in leaving him and going to her parents and remaining out of his home for days at a time, or weeks, and finally deserting him?
A. Nothing in the world that could be imagined from what I know of their affairs, or know of the parties.

Q. Have you been in frequent and continued correspondence with Mr. Seawall since he and his wife’s marriage and separation?
A. Yes; I am his sister.

Q. Do you know of any reason why these parties cannot get along and live happily together except what you have already stated?
A. None in the world; I verily believe that though she is an ardent Catholic and he a Protestant, that this obstacle could be overcome, but for the interference of her family. With those two situations I see no chance of happiness for them. She has evidently chosen her parents and their wishes in preference to those of her husband, and between him and her parents there is a gulf that can not be bridged.


Full document here, from collection of Tennessee Electronic Library/Volunteer Voices



3/12/09

In a small community like this you helped other people

I've got a '40 John Deere, and I've got the biggest part of equipment for it, and it's . . . it's up there in the barn. It'll still run. And we . . . we worked around here and worked for other people and, you know, in a small community like this, you . . . you helped other people and they helped you. And there was no money exchanged. You was a helping somebody, and then when you got ready to house tobacco they would help you, and . . . and that's the way you worked it. It's not like it is now. You know, you got a transaction of money anytime that somebody helps you, where back then you didn't have.

Back in the late . . . I guess it would be in the late '40s, there was a . . . there was a log barn there, and my uncle built the other barn around it which you can see over there and it's got his initials cut in the . . . in the logs, and my grandfather's initials were cut in the logs.

They kept mules in there and they . . . they also had a "A" over the top of it that was kind a loft where they stored their . . . their corn that they took . . . they took corn . . . they didn't take money. When they ground the corn they took a toll from the corn, and they . . . they stored that up there, and then if you would want to come by and buy, if you had money to buy it, they would sell the . . . the meal to you or sell the corn to you or whatever.

Pair of Jacks, Laurel County KYCaption reads: Laurel County, Kentucky. A pair of jacks - there are tens of thousands of such teams. This pair owned by Erwin Hensley of E. Bernstedt, hauling coal. Pre-1954, no other date.

[My mom] grew everything. She grew potatoes and corn and beans and broccoli. Just anything that we could grow in this location, she'd grow it. And stick her own beans. Last year she canned probably fifty quarts of beans and gave 'em to the neighbors when she didn't eat 'em herself.

Back when the older generation, which is deceased now, they had a June meeting every year and they congregated at the graveyard and had big meals and everybody brought a dish and . . . and that's where that . . . I can relate back to that is . . . is a lot of the history that I'm telling you about because, you know, I had heard people talk about there.

But the . . . like I said, there's only one of my mother's people that is living, which is her sister, and my father's people never migrated into here. They . . . they were all over, out of state and everything, and they never came in. But the . . . the Wilsons, they . . . they had a reunion year every year.

But, like I say, after my mother has died and my aunts and uncles, they don't . . . they didn't have any last year.


1991 interview with Euell Sumner
(b. 1938 in Cane Creek, KY)
Family Farm Oral History Project
Louie B. Nunn Center for Oral History
University of Kentucky
Interview edited; orginal transcript here



3/11/09

The CCC boys has been giving away the buildings

In May of 1926, President Calvin Coolidge signed a bill authorizing the establishment of a 521,000-acre Shenandoah National Park. The bill stipulated that no federal funds could be used to acquire the land for the park. The job of obtaining the land therefore fell to the Commonwealth of Virginia.

In order to avoid the slow and painful process of negotiating prices with each landowner, Virginia in March 1928 passed the Public Park Condemnation Act. The Act allowed the state to acquire the necessary land by filing a single condemnation suit in each of the eight affected counties, and purchasing the land by right of eminent domain. In effect the state simply confiscated all the lands that would make up the park.
mountain residents displaced by Shenandoah National Park
Officials then formed a three-man committee to assess the value of each property to be paid its owner. Once the condemnation had been signed into law, the next task was to remove the inhabitants. Complicating matters was the fact that many residents did not own proper title to their land and were uncertain as to the exact boundaries of their property. Ultimately 2,800 people were forced from their homes. By 1935 most of the inhabitants had left voluntarily. But the ones who chose to remain didn't go down without a fight.


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Mr Zerkel.

Dear Sir I have moved to the George Herring place. and under the Contract was to use all buildings an be responsible for them.
Mr. Herring have been to the C C. Camp no 3. trying to get the store room from them. this room would be of use to me as the roof is bad on the corn house. He also has it locked. and orders me not to touch it. Also has a few hundred pounds of hay in the barn. Would like for him to move it out so I will have room for my cows. If you desire me to hold all buildings please let me no at once so I can show the foremen my permit when he comes to tear them down.

Yours sincerly

(Signed) Mr. Boss. Morriss
Swiftrun
Va.

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UNITED STATES
DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR
SHENANDOAH NATIONAL PARK
LURAY, VIRGINIA

March 13, 1935

Mr. Boss Morris
Swift Run, Va.

Dear Sir:

Your letter of March 10 which you wrote to Mr. Zerkel and in which you state that Mr. George Herring is trying to get the store room from his former place on which you are now living has been handed me to answer.

This is to advise that Mr. Herring has no rights to any of the buildings on the place and is not to tear down and move any of them.

I am sending a copy of this letter to Mr. Herring at Proffit, Va., so that he can make arrangements for the removal of his hay from the barn and also removal of whatever he has locked up in the store room, if anything.

Yours very truly,

J. R. LASSITER
Engineer in Charge

CC Mr. Herring
Mr. Bert
Mr. Zerkel

JRL - gh
Dictated but not read.

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Mr Zerkel.-

Dear Sir+

I'm now answering your letter I recived from you. so called a Copy to Boss Morris.
I'm very mutch suprised to get a thang like that. I have not said or even thraught of tearing dawn any thang up there. that is some of Boss Morrises lies he reparted to you. his wife told me she had a wretten permatt to stay there tell fall and said you had given them the buildings to move a way this fall. and I do know the C C C boys has been giving a way the buildings, and I can proved this to you they gave the George Shifflett house and all to Andry Mawbray. and the also gave G. M. Shiflett buildings to Bernard & Warren Shifflett and the also got N. C. Herrings buildings and the gave Mr C J Begoon buildings to William Sullivan. and Mr Sellars buildings to ame Shifflett. and I wretten to W.C. Hall Chairman Richmond and he said you all had no right to give a way the buildings. and I say if you all were a goning to give them a way wouldent it be more nicer to give it to the one who awned the property and Boss Morris moved from his house he taken the windows & doors I do not know what he did with them. and Bosses wife. told me you had promised Ame Shifflett the store building to move a way. and that is the way you all are doning and sending me your harble letters to which I havent had nothing to do with eny of the buildings up there. I thank you had better send some letters to the ones who are halling out the buildings and the fence. I'm very mutch suprised at you sending to me sutch a thand. I thraught you were a man of a better standing than that. I want you to know that my husband or I nether one have not been messing. with the mess of people up there or the buildings either and Boss Morris Cant come to my face and tell his lies. and that place was mine and not G.R. Herrings. They are up there a beating the park aut of every thang they can and a living on what has moved aut and do you up hold sutch as that. if you do you wont be mutch thraought of as they are. and every body knows what sutch thangs as Boss Morris is. Boos is up there lieing on my husband and he was here down with the grip I'm not lieing on no one. an I'm not telling you one ward mare than I can prave end I am living up to what I say. and I'm a goning to keep your letter and show it to the nicest of people who knows you lisent to Boss Morris lieing on us. and know we had nothing to do with Boss morris or his bueldings they clam you give to him. I want you to answer this at once

Yours Truly (Signed) Lillie Herrg
wife of G. R. H.

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of a pen written four-page letter.


sources: www.lewrockwell.com/orig6/frazier2.html
Shenandoah National Park Archives - www.lib.jmu.edu/special/manuscripts/hoepfner.aspx


3/10/09

WV women win right to vote

On March 10, 1920, the West Virginia Legislature passed a joint resolution ratifying the 19th amendment to the U.S. Constitution giving women the right to vote.

The original constitution of Virginia allowed only white men who owned property to vote. The property qualification was dropped in the revised 1850 constitution. When West Virginia joined the Union in 1863, its constitution provided for the same voting privileges as Virginia's. With the adoption of the Fifteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1870, black men were granted the right to vote, although local laws often prevented them from actually voting.

Women's Suffrage League, West Virginia University, 1920Women's Suffrage League, West Virginia University, 1920

Historian Anne Wallace Effland dates West Virginia's suffrage movement to the formation of the West Virginia Equal Suffrage Association (WVSEA) in Grafton in 1895, which combined nine smaller clubs into a statewide organization. Within the first year, seven of the nine clubs were dissolved.

In addition to suffrage organizations, other women's groups played an active role in campaigning for a woman's right to vote. Groups such as the Women's Christian Temperance Union (WCTU), which lobbied to prohibit the sale and consumption of alcohol also advocated women's voting rights. The WCTU believed women would elect more virtuous public officials and vote to ban the sale of alcohol, considered to be the source of many domestic problems.

Effland suggests a second wave of interest in suffrage in West Virginia began around 1905. By 1915, suffragists pressured the West Virginia Legislature to such an extent that a referendum of the state's voters was authorized. In November 1916, the all-male electorate decisively rejected women's suffrage. During the World War I years of 1917 and 1918, many suffragists adopted a different strategy. Their support of the war effort was ample proof of their patriotism.

After the war, the Nineteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution was proposed, giving the vote to women. The Constitution requires three-fourths of all states to approve a constitutional amendment before it becomes a law. In February 1920, the West Virginia Legislature met in special session and was lobbied heavily by the state's suffragists, led by Lenna Lowe Yost.

On March 3, the House voted for the amendment. In a fifteen to fourteen vote on March 10, the state Senate made West Virginia the thirty-fourth of the thirty-six states needed to ratify the amendment. That summer, Yost became the first woman to chair a major party convention at the Republican National Convention, which nominated Warren G. Harding for president.


source: www.wvculture.org/history/thisdayinwvhistory/0310.html



3/9/09

This couple helped bring classical music to Asheville

If you’re a lover of classical chamber music living in Asheville, NC, you can thank the efforts of Jeanette and Joe Vanderwart for helping make that performing art available locally. This couple moved to the area in the 1950’s, and Joe’s work in the lumber industry provided a good living. They were able to introduce the idea of forming the Asheville Chamber Music Series, a program they then helped support for over thirty years.

Jeannette’s parents had given their only child a cultured family life that included seats at the opera back in Kassel, Germany. But by 1936 the Nazi rise to power had become alarming, and so that year 24 year old Jeannette Goldberg was able to arrange passage to New York City based on an affidavit submitted by a US resident. Her parents, lacking such an affidavit, had to stay behind.

Jeanette had a cousin whose friend worked for the same wealthy family employing Josef Vanderwart as a butler and chauffeur. Jeanette's cousin's friend was a companion to the lady of the house. Jeanette's cousin invited Jeanette to dinner to meet Josef.

Josef Vanderwart, at twenty-four years of age, escaped the initial Jewish roundup in Ober-Riedenberg, Germany in 1939. Adult males were the first targets for concentration camp deportations, and Vanderwart understood it was only a matter of time before the Nazis would find him. He knew two Jewish women in a larger city whose father had already been taken away. Since the registered male of that house had been picked up in the first round of deportations, he reasoned that they might not return to that location. He reasoned incorrectly.

Josef and Jeanette VanderwartOne day the Nazis circled the house, and when Joe tried to escape he was caught. He was taken to a police station. There, one of the policemen happened to know one of the Jewish women who had hidden Joe, so he released him---an incredible stroke of fortune. As a diabetic he needed daily insulin shots. He could not have survived for more than two days in jail.

By this time Joe and his sister Gerda had applied for visas at the consulate and were waiting for their quota number to come up. It is unclear from family records who had sent them an affidavit.

While waiting at the consulate one day, Gerda met another hopeful immigrant named Kurt Loewensohn who was applying for a visa for South America. They later married and Kurt changed his last name to "Vandewart" as it sounded "less Jewish." Together Josef, Gerda, and Kurt came to the USA.

Joe took up residence with a German rabbi in Flushing, New York. This rabbi had been sponsored in the USA by one of the owners of Sears - Roebuck. "The rabbi was brilliant and worked as a doorman," Jeanette Goldberg recalled. He married Joe and Jeanette two years after they first met, and Joe's sister Gerda and her husband Kurt were the witnesses.

At first Joe, Jeanette, Gerda and Kurt all lived in Forest Hills, New York. Later these four moved into the same apartment building in Queens, New York.

After World War II ended, an American soldier contacted Jeanette to inform her that Marie and Moritz Goldberg were alive and in Germany. Jeanette wrote the Department of Justice requesting visas for her parents. As a result Marie and Moritz joined their daughter and son-in-law in the Queens apartment.

In the 1950's, Jeanette and Josef moved permanently to Asheville, NC. He died in 1985 and she ten years later.

sources: http://toto.lib.unca.edu/findingaids/oralhistory/SHOAH/vanderwart2.htm
http://toto.lib.unca.edu/findingaids/oralhistory/SHOAH/vanderwart.htm



3/6/09

The Kraft Pulp Mill Construction

Report on Construction Products Plant, Mar 6, 1920
West Virginia Pulp and Paper Company
Covington Va


"Herewith picture taken 3:15 p.m. 3-4-20 of construction grounds taken from a point lower down on the sand cliff as the one taken 1:30 p.m. 2-26-20.

"You can notice hardly any difference in it from last week’s picture. This picture shows all the building walls for the Soda Mill run except a short piece south end of Digester Room which we expect to run Monday; and the wall between Pan Room and Screen Room which is still under the track used for loading pyrites cinder, and Mr. Lamb is doing all in his power to push this along.

Kraft Pulp Mill engineer report"For the Evaporator Building we dug a trench 3 feet wide (18 inches on each side of centre line of bolts, being about the width of foundation required for this wall. This gave us good information as to the condition of soil for Mr. Wadleigh. That is, we found good, solid clay all around the wall at about El. 8’00”, and the entire inside of the building has about three feet of bark that we will have to take out and replace with suitable fill. The Bleach Room also has about the same amount of bark to be removed. We will take out most of this with the Byers Crane. To date we have received four carloads of steel from Piedmont for the Evaporator Building.

"All grading ready for the Soda Mill siding and we are waiting on the Railroad people. This siding is greatly needed right now.

Kraft Pulp Mill construction"We have a good many men now and unless we receive more work soon we will have to lay some off. This we would hate to do as they will get away. We know that Mr. Wadleigh has his hands more than full and is doing all he can. I only make the above remark to let him know exactly the condition we are in. Bridge piers or stack foundation would give us a good job if he has them ready.

"I have marked points of interest on the picture as follows:

1. Storage House
2. Steel for Evaporator Building.
3. Evaporator Buildling Grounds.
4. Lime Sludge

E.G.F."

Kraft Pulp Mill, Covington VA

source: Stephen Nicholson’s Alleghany Highlands http://hometown.aol.com/snickelsn/index.html?f=fs

Says Nicholson: "Whitman Ellis found these old photographs in an garage in Rosedale. They appear to be photographs and text describing progress on the new pulp mill constructed in 1920. I have finer resolution scans of these photographs if anyone is interested. This text is addressed to Mr. W.A.L. (William A. Luke). Note the description below: year/month/day."


3/5/09

Time for a spring tonic

Doctors once prescribed a tonic.
Sulfur and molasses was the dose.
Didn't help one bit.
My condition must be chronic.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

"Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most" (1952)
lyrics by Fran Landesman; music by Tommy Wolf


Time to shed the sluggishness of winter!

Up till the middle of the 20th century, many Appalachian residents, like Americans elsewhere, downed an annual spring tonic of sulfur and molasses. It was believed the family needed a good “spring cleaning” after a sedentary winter eating dried vegetables and salted meat. Each member of the family would have their dose of this mixture to purify their blood, thin or “cut” the blood, and make them feel better after the long winter.

sulfured molassesThis particular blood tonic was fashioned from a pure yellow crystalline form of elemental sulfur known as sublimed sulfur, or "flowers of sulfur." We now know sulfur is in the nucleus of cells and is fundamental to regeneration of strong healthy tissue. Mixes of sulfur with cream of tartar were also used and more exotic variations may include powdered pearl as well.

The name "molasses" is derived from a Portuguese word, "melaco", and means "resembling honey." The unsuphured tastes stronger but has more nutrients. Sulphur treated molasses is sweeter but has fewer nutrients.

Blackstrap molasses is the thick liquid separated from the solid granules of cane sugar during refining. It is not only a source of energy but contains iron and other minerals including a fair amount of calcium. It also has several B-Complex vitamins.

The use of spring tonics revolved around Victorian theories of high blood, low blood, thick blood, and thin blood.

High blood has very little to do with the modern concepts of high blood pressure and hypertension but instead is derived from the belief in humors and the practice of blood letting. It can be thought of as high blood volume which results in symptoms like headaches, nosebleeds, dizziness, feeling "flushed", fainting, rapid pulse and nausea.

By contrast, low blood is a low volume of blood or blood that lacks vitality. Symptoms of low blood are fatigue, dizziness, pale complexion and listlessness.

Thick blood is thought to be due to the presence of toxins and waste in the blood which makes it more viscous; this is viewed to be a source of sickness if left untreated. Heat intolerance, obesity and sluggishness are symptoms of thick blood.

A person who is cold-natured, frail, and slow to heal is thought to have thin blood, which is watery and lacks vital properties.

These four blood states express seasonal variation just like the sap in trees. During the winter, blood becomes thicker and lower because of the cold weather and a more sedentary lifestyle. A poor diet of canned and dried food in the winter also contributed to this change in blood state.

Springtime blood tonics help the sluggish blood rise like sap in trees in preparation for the hard work to be done in the growing season. Sulfur and molasses is just one of the options; there are lots of regional variations on the spring tonic formula throughout Appalachia, depending on availability of particular roots and herbs and also on local traditions and preferences.


sources: www.appvoices.org/index.php?/site/voice_stories/spring_tonics_and_appalachian_herbals/issue/151
www.otherworld-apothecary.com/articles/spring_tonics.html
www.breaman.net/ValleyFeverInfo/
www.wildcrafting.com/appalachian_healing_traditions.htm



3/4/09

The shiny needle darted in and out of scallop and loop

At the first call of the robin in the spring, Aunt Emmie on Honey Camp Run, in clean starched apron and calico frock, dragged her rocker to the front stoop of her little house and there she sat for hours rocking contentedly while her nimble fingers moved swiftly with crochet needle and thread. "Aunt Emmie's crocheting lace for Lulie Bell's wedding garments." Folks knew the signs. Hadn't Lulie Bell ridden muleback from Old Nell Knob just as soon as winter broke to take the day with the old woman?

"Make mine prettier than Dessie's and Flossie's," she had said.
Or, "I want the seashell pattern for my pillowcases."
Or, "I want you to crochet me a pretty chair back."
"I want a lamberkin all scalloped deep"--another bride-to-be measured a half arm's length.
"I want my edging for the gown and petticoat to match."

Kentucky lacemaker handsPassersby overheard the talk of the young folk. "Wouldn't you favor the fan pattern?" Aunt Emmie offered a suggestion now and then while the shiny needle darted in and out of scallop and loop. Sometimes she dropped a word of advice to the young, how to live a long and happy married life, how and when to plant, what to take for this ailment and that. There were things that brought bad luck, she warned, and some that brought good.

"If a bride plants cucumber seed the first day of May when the dew is still on the ground, the vines will grow hardy and bear lots of cucumbers and she will bring forth many babes, too," her words fell on willing ears of the young bride-to-be. "If you sleep under a new quilt that no one has ever slept under, what you dream that night will come true." Many a young miss declared she had experienced the proof of the saying. There was something else. "Mind, don't ever sew a ripped seam or patch a garment that's on your back. There will be lies told on you sure as you do." That could be proved in most any community in the Blue Ridge.

Yards upon yards of lace Aunt Emmie crocheted, the Clover Leaf pattern, the Sea Shell, Acorn, the Rose, and if a bride-to-be had no silver, the lacemaker was content to take in exchange a pat of butter, eggs, or well-cured ham. Her delight was in the work itself.


Source: American Folkways: Blue Ridge Country, by Jean Thomas, New York: Duell, Sloan & Pearce, 1942



3/3/09

The stranger who minted money at Indian Grave Gap

Tales have circulated for years, telling of counterfeiting operations somewhere in the Unakas - all the way from the Ephriam Place to the Beauty Spot, from the Lose Cove to Iron Mountain. Some of the stories tell of rich silver mines still there somewhere for the finding.

Lewis Banner’s family told this story, which took place while they lived at Indian Grave Gap. Somewhere on the North Carolina side of the mountain, someone, someday will probably find a trove of counterfeit dollars - at least a peck or so, as the story goes.

A stranger rode up and asked Lewis Banner (1811-1883) if he would rent his blacksmith shop for a week, no questions asked and complete privacy assured. Lewis could not refuse his generous offer, but did make exceptions in case of dire need for repairing customers' equipment. After they agreed, the man moved in a few things, and everybody stayed clear of the shop.

The man took his meals at the house, but went back to the shop to continue his work and to spend the nights. On the afternoon before the last day of the contract, the fellow came out, locked up the shop, mounted his horse, and headed down to the settlement of Rock Creek. When he returned, he had a jug of good old Tennessee corn squeezings, and after a few swigs of the nectar, he became quite talkative.

counterfeit coinOn the genuine coin, the reeding (the corrugated outer edge) is even and distinct. On the counterfeit coin, the ridges are crooked and indistinct.

'Well, Banner,' he said, 'I believe you are all right; so I'm going to tell you what I've been doing - I been making money'.
He could tell by his look that Lewis did not believe him, so the man showed him several genuine-looking specimens, which he then put in his saddle bag. Turning back to Lewis, he said, 'I want you to make a strong box that will hold at least two gallons of coins, and make a lid that I can nail on when I'm ready'.

When the box was ready, the stranger put a few coins in it and carried it on his horse down the Carolina side of the mountain - apparently planning to find a good hiding place and then come back for the rest of the coins. He was about forty five minutes. He came back without the box, picked up the rest of the coins, and put them in his saddle bags; and then taking a claw hammer, he headed back down the mountain. No one followed or heard his hammering. When he returned, he had the hammer, but there was no sign of the box or money, except for a few coins he was keeping in his saddle bags.

After paying Lewis for the box and for the use of his shop - in real money- he rode off toward Rock Creek, saying that he was going on to Jonesborough. Sometime later, word came back that he had been caught passing the coins and had been arrested, ending up in a federal prison, where he later died. At any rate, he was never seen again at Indian Grave Gap.

Lewis and his boys attempted to find the hidden money, but without success; Matt and Henry searched from time to time throughout the years. Others, including Walter Day and Ike Nelson, also tried and failed. No one ever knew just what it was that tripped up the counterfeiter - whether it was a poor job of molding, or someone noticing the duplicate dates on several coins - whatever the reason, the treasure hunters today who might find them have little more for their trouble that a box full of souvenirs of an early enterprise.


source: Around Home in Unicoi County, by William W. Helton, The Overmountain Press, 1986, 1994



3/2/09

Hillbilly stereotypes: picking up pine knots and going to war

Please welcome guest blogger Betty Cloer Wallace. Ms. Wallace resides in Western North Carolina and is a direct descendant of Roderick Shelton, first English settler in Madison County,NC. She teaches writing and literature at a local community college.

Bill O’Reilly’s recent contemptible rant against Appalachian Americans is only the latest example of the widespread and multigenerational problem of Appalachian hillbilly stereotypes.

Quite simply, O’Reilly reminded the world once again that people of the Appalachian Mountains are still the only cultural group in America that many people have the audacity to ridicule publicly as being of low intelligence, and worse.

Can you imagine if O'Reilly had made the same despicable statements about ________ in _________, or ________ in ________, or _______ in ________. (Fill in the blanks with any racial or ethnic or cultural slurs you can imagine, the more insensitive the better.)

Betty Cloer WallaceHow can we as a people ever overcome this pervasive hillbilly stereotype? Why do we continue to pull in our heads like turtles and pretend we don't care and that we will survive regardless of the outside world? Well, I do care—for myself, my family and friends, and my culture—and I don't believe that we are surviving very well or will survive in the future as a culture with a shred of honor and dignity if we do not rise up, en masse, and protest at every opportunity this kind of insensitive abuse.

We continue to loll about in our insular Snuffy Smith, Lil Abner, Mammy Yokum, Jed Clampett, grits-and-possum stereotype as if the opinion of the rest of the world does not matter, even while we are being brutalized every time someone laughs at our dialect or accent, or asks WHERE are you from, or rejects us for a job, or does not publish our writing because how could an ignorant hillbilly possibly have something to say.

A professor at the University of Colorado once said to our own Charles Frazier, "Imagine that! A hillbilly with a Ph.D.!" Even worse than the professor thinking such a misbegotten thought was that she felt entitled to publicly say it right to his face. Can you imagine her making that statement to a person of any other racial or ethnic or cultural group? "Imagine that! A ______ with a Ph.D.!"

As much as I love COLD MOUNTAIN, both book and movie, I hated the "Young Mammy Yokum" portrayal of Ruby by Renee Zellweger who won an Academy Award for it. (Frazier’s Ruby in the book had a quiet strength and wisdom, as do most native Appalachian people.) As much as I love our bluegrass music, I hated the stereotypical portrayal of ignorance in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

And, when I worked in the Alaskan Arctic, an Eskimo woman who had seen a "Songcatcher" DVD asked me why hillbillies don't fix up their houses. She thought the stage-set ramshackle buildings in that movie were really the kind in which we actually live—rather like us stereotyping Eskimos as living in ice-block igloos, the difference being that we are stereotyped as being too dumb or lazy to fix up our houses while Eskimos are stereotyped as being intelligent enough to survive in an extreme place.

In the age of global communication, this debilitating hillbilly stereotype is pervasive even internationally, and it affects us negatively on so many levels.

For the past century, companies that have considered our region for placing new enterprises have looked for local "hands" to do their low-level jobs, while bringing in management and executives (the “brains”) from outside; and now no one even considers Appalachia as a place where management would want to bring their own families to live or where intelligent local people might be available for employment.

Further compounding the problem, too many of our local governments are now made up of second-tier pseudo-leaders who are interested primarily in promoting tourism; but who, we should ask ourselves, will own the new hotels and mountaintop second-homes and assorted eateries the appointed tourist boards and self-serving chambers of commerce say we need—and who will be paying increased taxes for infrastructure to support them, and cleaning their rooms and waiting their tables and manicuring their lawns?

The local "hands," of course, are expected to do those low-level jobs. This servant mentality is deeply embedded in our history and culture and language, and all of us have perpetuated it simply by not rising up and fighting it. “He/she is a good hand to_____," we say.

Zell Miller of Georgia is the only well-known person who has ever stood up publicly to try to end this crippling multigenerational Appalachian stereotype. He single-handedly created enough flak several years ago to prevent television producers from creating a Beverly Hillbillies Reality Show that would have placed an Appalachian family in a Beverly Hills mansion and ridiculed them for a year. Can you imagine if the producers had even suggested doing the same with a Beverly _____ Reality Show? (You fill in the blank with the most insensitive racial or ethnic or cultural slur you can think of.)

The reality show producers even advertised in our local newspapers for an ignorant mountain family, all expenses paid. Can you imagine the justifiable outrage if they had placed such advertisements in the Atlanta or Birmingham or New York papers for an ignorant _____ family to send out to Beverly Hills and ridicule for a year.

While some racial and ethnic and cultural groups recently tried to get a newspaper cartoonist fired, and rightfully so, for depicting the shooting of a "stimulus plan gorilla,” O'Reilly was shooting down the future of an entire culture by perpetuating a century-old stereotype in the most egregious and offensive manner—and we ought to be outraged. We ought to care, and care deeply, because the issue is infinitely larger and more far-reaching than simply our own personal irritation with O’Reilly.

Actually, O'Reilly is small potatoes when one considers what we as a culture are up against. This negative stereotyping of our culture is becoming more focused and pronounced than ever before, simply because it has become politically incorrect to target other groups. Think of all the other minorities in this country who are discriminated against. Are any of them summarily and publicly declared to be ignorant and of low IQ? Can you name any other such group?

Other minorities may be insidiously stereotyped and discriminated against for assorted other reasons, but they are not blatantly and openly ridiculed as ignorant. And now, O'Reilly has added "immoral" and "drug-addicted" to our litany of Appalachian stereotypes, as well as our being unworthy to live in our own mountain homeland. Our children should move to Miami, he says. Oh, my.

Even "rednecks," who are everywhere and are a social class rather than a culture, are not dismissed as ignorant and inferior to other people because of intelligence. In fact, rednecks are often praised for their many independent and self-sufficient attributes, except for those rednecks who also happen to be classified as ignorant hillbillies in one-gallused overalls sleeping with their sisters and the farm animals.

Fortunately some "outlanders" do "get it" and are embarrassed by the likes of O’Reilly, but the fact remains that no one outside of an abused group can truly "feel" it without having "felt" it. No one without minority physical characteristics or other personal differences can truly "feel" that discrimination. No one outside someone with a mountain accent (or any other accent or dialect outside the prevailing norm) can "feel" a job interviewer lose interest when you open your mouth to answer
a question.

O'Reilly is hate-filled, but he is not a fool. He has built an empire by spouting the poisonous hatred that millions of people want to hear. They do listen to him and are influenced by him. While he himself is not fully the issue, he is a flash point for bigotry and intolerance, and that is why he is dangerous.

Yes, O’Reilly is a catalyst, but he is not the source of our problem. We are. We are to blame for not doing everything we can to root out such ignorant O’Reilly-type bigotry, to expose it for what it is, and then to replace it by honoring who we really are—by honoring our centuries-old heritage of persistence, perseverance, courage, loyalty, and love of freedom nourished for generations by our Scottish, English, Irish, German, Welsh, and Cherokee ancestors.

Why can we not pick up our pine knots and go to war against this blatant, insidious destruction of our culture? It will not take care of itself, and no one else is going to do it for us.

For the past 125 years, especially during wars and periods of economic depression, people have come into our mountains to exploit us as easy targets as they irreversibly destroy our forests, scalp our mountaintops, pollute our rivers, turn our community schools into mega-institutions, raise our taxes, rape our land with roads and airports and cookie-cutter shopping malls, and ultimately pollute our DNA.

It becomes increasingly harder to identify real native mountaineers, and within a few more generations our real culture, like that of the Melungeons, may fade into oblivion long before the stereotypes disappear.

Our centuries-old physical characteristics will be gone, along with our language, values, customs, ethics, and morals; and that is why it is important for writers and storytellers and videographers to work overtime now to record our rapidly vanishing culture, to record who we are.

Children in the future may be asking, "Who exactly were the hillbillies? Where did they live? Where did they come from? Where did they go?" And their mothers will respond, “You must not say that ‘H’ word. It is politically incorrect.”

Let us now pick up our pine knots and go to war—to save ourselves.





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