DAY 37 - COUNTING DOWN TO THE 50TH

Good Morning, Class of '64

Blackwater Canyon - forestwander.com

 
Those green Davey tree trimming trucks were out and about early this morning, slowing traffic and bouncing along the same narrow, twisting back road on which my vehicle bounced. Other times they've been seen parked in the Walmart parking lot.

Were the summer months big tree trimming months back in the fifties and early sixties? Memory doesn't hold an image of a tree trimming truck. Did the power company trim the trees? Maybe one of you will remember.

Do any special trees come to 
mind from the days of your youth? 

• I remember the huge willow that stood at the side of the yard and whose low sweeping branches drug the ground.
• I remember the yellow transparent apple tree across the road in a neighbor's yard that scented their garden with fresh, apple sweetness and bore delicious fruit in July. I remember climbing the tree and the buzzing bees, too.
• I remember another apple tree with a different sweet smell in the curve at the corner on the upper street where a friend lived. The apples came later in the season and were huge and green.
• Still more apple trees, lending more sweetness to the air, grew out the road in an older neighbor's yard. The memory brings to mind a very old lady, quite petite, with white loose-bunned hair that wisped about her face and who spoke with a smile on her face.
• I remember the magnificent oak that stood at the boundary of the grade school yard where we gathered to play at recess time.

We were surrounded by trees, up and down the valley. They are forever a part of us. A hillside covered with trees greeted us each day when we walked out the door. On every back road and in just about every yard, there were trees.

 
Cathedral State Park

http://www.cathedralstatepark.com/ 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cathedral_State_Park 

 Cathedral State Park is an ancient hemlock forest. 

It is one of the last of the virgin hemlock forests 

which flourished in the Appalachian highlands. 

In the park trees up to 90 feet in height and 
21 feet in circumference can be seen.

Cathedral State Park consists of 133 acres, 
located on Route 50, in Preston County 
in Northeastern, West Virginia.
The park was designated a 
National Natural Landmark in 1965.

Trees in Cathedral State Park - Kent Mason

Trees in Cathedral State Park - Kent Mason

Trees in Cathedral State Park - Kent Mason

Digital BrochureCathedral State Park

http://www.wvstateparks.com/Brochures/CathedralStateParkBrochure.pdf 

 Up and Down the Valley

 

Willow - Claude Monet

DAY 38 - COUNTING DOWN TO THE 50TH

Good Morning, Class of '64

Woodland Encounter - Jack Pulah - http://fordinfo.com/paluh/jack1d.htm

Another Day with Larry

Arrowheads and Flints

From Tu-Endie-Wei State Park Point Pleasant, WV

I have always been fascinated by the arrowheads and pieces of flint we found in the fields on the farm. I thought it was incredible to look at an arrowhead and think that an individual had actually made and used it as much as two hundred years ago. I later discovered from archeology books that some of the arrowheads were actually closer to two thousand years old.

From Seneca Rocks, Pendleton County, WV

We found most of them while cultivating and hoeing corn, but they could be spotted in almost any tilled ground. Walking through a tilled field after a rain brought especially good results.

Excavation, Green Bank, West Virginia

It’s sad that this land will probably never be plowed again - the only arrowheads or flints that will ever be found again would have to result from a deliberate excavation.

Stone Age Spear and Arrow Points

A man named Edwin Scott from Norton, West Virginia, was a serious arrowhead collector. He had hundreds, perhaps thousands. He was talking about them while visiting my Uncle Bob one time. Uncle Bob said that there were no arrowheads anywhere on his farm. A little later, Edwin said that he was going to go out and pick up an arrowhead. Uncle Bob scoffed at him, but he found one less than 100 feet from the house.

http://geology.com/rocks/flint.shtml

We know so little of the peoples who have lived on this continent. We really don’t know much about the tribes who were living here when the first Europeans arrived. And we know much less about the tribes that preceded them. Yet they were individuals, men, women, and children, who lived, loved, laughed, hurt, grieved, feared, and died, just as we do. It’s a shame we do not understand them better.

Leaving - Robert Griffing - http://www.mountaingulltrading.com/griffing/Leaving.htm

Two Tribes of the Eastern Woodlands

Eastern Woodland Village - David R. Wagner

Learn the Tribes of the 

Eastern Woodlands Song

Arrowhead Collection Ray Wyatt

Indian Arrowheads
http://www.raywyatt.net/photo4_1.html

Arrowhead Collection - Janet Smart - WV

  Indian Arrowheads Spark My Imagination
Janet Smart - Writing in the Blackberry Patch
http://janetsmart.blogspot.com/2008/09/indian-arrowheads-spark-my-imagination.html

 

Prehistory of West Virginia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prehistory_of_West_Virginia

West Virginia Archeology
The West Virginia Encyclopedia
http://www.wvencyclopedia.org/articles/269
 

Cotiga Mound Excavation

Cotiga Mound
http://www.wvencyclopedia.org/articles/1609
A prehistoric burial mound located
near the Tug Fork in Mingo County.
It was lost to the construction of
Appalachian Corridor G, U.S. 119.

The Criel Mound, South Charleston, West Virginia

Grave Creek Mound, Moundsville, West Virginia

Grave Creek Mound

Moundsville, West Virginia

Grave Creek Mound
Archaeological Complex
Moundsville, West Virginia
Part I

Grave Creek Mound
Archaeological Complex
Moundsville, West Virginia
Part II

Instinctive Aim - Jack Paluh

DAY 40 - COUNTING DOWN TO THE 50TH

 Good Morning, Class of '64

Grandpa's Farm - Patience - http://www.ebsqart.com

There is no doubt that it is around
the family and the home that
all the greatest virtues, the
most dominating virtues of
human society, are created,
strengthened and maintained.
Winston Churchill

Another Day with Larry

Legacy of Ware's Ridge
Part Two - Conclusion

Abandoned Farm House - Robert Lafond

It’s very easy to feel despondent when looking over what once was productive fields, houses, barns, and a schoolhouse/church. It would be easy to think that the work my dad, grandfather, uncle, and so many others did to build this little community was wasted. After all, man strives to build things that will last, things that put a permanent mark on the land. This community did not last.

Life on the Farm - Anne Bridge

But their first priority was not to build a community. Their priority was to raise families, to raise responsible people. The community they built was a means to that end, not the end itself. Their main priority, their families, did last. In that little community, 

• I learned to read, and more important, I learned to love to read - Thanks, Mom! 
• I learned to be independent and self-reliant. 
• I learned to be responsible and to earn my keep.
• I learned to work and to respect work and workers. 
• I learned about integrity and honor. 
• I learned to treat people with courtesy, a practical application of the Golden Rule. 
• I learned about God from the teaching of my parents and in that tiny Methodist church, but 
• I learned much more about God from the example my parents and the others in the community set. Many of those lessons I didn’t learn very well - in my ‘60’s, I’m still trying and still have a way to go.

The Bible Tells Me So - Charles Freitag

Every child who grew up in this community learned these same lessons to a greater or lesser degree. These same lessons have been passed on to the second, third, and even fourth generation. It is impossible to count the people who have been influenced by this tiny community.

 An indication of this influence is found in the people now living there. Many of the few people now living there are descendants of the original settlers. A reunion is held each summer with three or four generations coming back. Something pulls them back. People only come back to a place when there is a powerful attraction that comes from some very special memories.

April Fresh - Rollie Brandt

The men and women who built this community accomplished mighty things. The forests they cleared, the buildings they built, the miles of fence they built, the food they raised to feed their families - awesome, but not lasting. The standards and values they inculcated into their families have lasted.
 

The Old Oaken Bucket - Grandma Moses

If our ancestors could look back over those hills where they invested so much sweat and blood, they may be sad. But probably not as sad as me. They understood, as I am only now beginning to understand, what is really important and lasting. If they could look back at their families and the generations following them, I think they would be proud. They certainly have reason to be.

Most of the people who built the community are still there, in the little cemetery across the road from the site of the schoolhouse/church. The names from the community are all there - Beckwith, Beal, Gay, Ramsey, See, Wood, and, of course, Ware. An interesting monument reads simply “Mary Ambrose, Black Mary, 1829 - 1891, A Freed Slave.” She was a midwife and practical nurse in Valley Head but was buried at Ware’s Ridge. Some objected to burying her in the Valley Head Cemetery. I am proud of my community that they let her be buried there.

Thunderstorm - Grandma Moses

The physical bodies of the founders of this community have long since returned to the dust from which they came, just as the farms are returning to the forest from which they came. Yet the most important part of these people still lives and will live eternally, just as the important part of this obscure little community will live forever.
 
This little community, Ware’s Ridge, at the top of the Logan Run Road, near Valley Head, West Virginia, won’t be in many history books. It will never be as well known as Lake Woebegone, Bedford Falls, or Mitford. It really wasn’t much - a few subsistence farms perched precariously on the top of some rocky ridges, a few people whose stories will only be recorded in the “short and simple annals of the poor.” But it was really so much more.

Out to Pasture - Charles Freitag

It is all right to look at the brushy fields where corn once grew, the fallen-down buildings and fences, and the tree-covered pastures where once fat cattle and sheep grazed with a tear in the eye. But do not think that all of that hard work was wasted. It was not wasted; it was extremely productive. Our ancestors in this little community built farms, buildings, and fences. But most of all, they raised responsible people. Their influence continues to the third or fourth generation.

Youngsters at Family Reunion Ware's Ridge

No one raised on Ware’s Ridge ever became rich or famous, but no one went to jail. Each person I know of raised in that community worked hard and lived a productive, responsible life. If I could choose to be born at any time in history, to any parents, or in any place, I would choose to be born when I was, to my parents, on Ware’s Ridge. They, and that community, gave me a priceless legacy, one I’m still trying to fulfill.

I am richly blessed.



The most extraordinary
thing in the world is...
an ordinary man
and an ordinary woman
and their ordinary children.
Gilbert Chesterton

 

A Beautiful World - Grandma Moses

Sentimental Journey
In 1945 Sentimental Journey was Doris Day's
first hit song. The song's release coincided with
the end of WWII in Europe and became the
unofficial homecoming theme for many veterans.
It lasted 23 weeks on the chart, peaking at #1.
The Platters covered it in 1963.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentimental_Journey_%28song%29
The Platters - 1963

Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna set my heart at ease
Gonna make a sentimental journey
To renew old memories

Got my bag, got my reservation
Spent each dime I could afford
Like a child in wild anticipation
Long to hear that 'All aboard'

Seven, that's the time we leave, at seven
I'll be waiting up for heaven
Counting every mile of railroad track
That takes me back

Never thought my heart could be so yearny
Why did I decide to roam?
Gotta take that sentimental journey
Sentimental journey home

Sentimental journey home

 

Farm - Rollie Brandt

The Water is Wide
A folk song of English (Irish? Scottish?)
origin that dates to the 1600s.
It remains popular today.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Water_Is_Wide_%28song%29
http://www.justanothertune.com/html/wateriswide.html
The Irish Tenors

A family is a place where
principles are hammered
and honed on the anvil
of everyday living.
Charles R. Swindoll