Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith
Publisher: Jalon Smith Burton
ARRETA
JARANKO (WI 1940)
A FAVORITE
NEWSLETTER CONTRIBUTOR
Above
picture is Arreta with her sons Gregory and Joseph. They are standing on the
back deck of Gregory’s home. She is 93 years of age.
I am sure all of you read her contributions to the
newsletter. Through the newsletter, Arreta and I have become friends. We write
to each other often and keep in touch.
Note to Arreta, even though I have never met you in person,
you know that I love you and consider you a good friend.
UPDATE:
Deborah Rogers (WI 1966) drcreate2@gmail.com
Barbara Losh Coalgate (WI 1966) bcoalgate@cox.net
Ron Harvey (WI 1955) w4rrhwva@gmail.com
CHANGE:
Dave Ware (WI 1962), change from ohsewneat@msn.com
to ohsewneat3@gmail.com
CORRECTION:
Winona Wilson Houghton (WI 1966) sweetone1948@yahoo.com
Listed last month as Penny
McKeone Donnelly should be listed as:
Jennie
Lee Shanaman. Donnelly (WI 1964) donnelly.jennie@yahoo.com
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ABOUT BRIDGEPORT
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and read some interesting things about Bridgeport
October
10
Columbus Day is a national holiday in many countries in the Americas
and elsewhere which officially celebrates the anniversary of Christopher
Columbus' arrival in and the discovery of the American Continent on October 12,
1492. The landing is celebrated as "Columbus Day" in the
United States, as "Día de la Raza" ("Day of the
Race") in many countries in Latin America and as "Día de la
Hispanidad" and "Fiesta Nacional" in Spain, where it
is also the religious festivity of la Virgen del Pilar. These holidays
have been celebrated unofficially since the late 18th century and officially in
various countries since the early 20th century.
October
31
Halloween, or Hallowe'en (a
contraction of All Hallows’ Evening),
also known as Allhalloween, All Hallows' Eve, or All Saints'
Eve,
is a celebration observed in a number of countries on 31 October, the eve of
the Western Christian feast of All Hallows' Day. It begins the three-day
observance of Allhallowtide, the time in the liturgical year dedicated to
remembering the dead, including saints (hallows), martyrs, and all the faithful
departed.
It is widely believed that many
Halloween traditions originated from Celtic harvest festivals which may have
pagan roots, particularly the Gaelic festival Samhain, and that this festival was
Christianized as Halloween. Some academics, however, support the view that
Halloween began independently as a solely Christian holiday.
From: Arreta
Radcliffe Jaranko (WI 1940)
The
picture of the boys dancing is the first grade. George Cinci did a good job
naming the dancers, but George, I am surprised you missed Gregory Jaranko. He
is standing in front of Mr. Sheets, the third one from the left in the back
row. He is my son. For the recital that year the boys dressed as farmers in
jeans, straw hats and red kerchiefs around their necks. And yes, it cost a
quarter each week. I don't know how it happened, but Gregory is standing on the
steps to the far right in his "costume" as a little farmer with the
girls and that is Miss Thomas, the first grade teacher, standing in the back
with them. Maybe the idea was to show both costumes.
From:
Dave Griffith (WI 1982)
I
appreciate you printing my Dad's obituary and David Kinney's remarks. My Dad
was very proud to be a WI graduate and had a ton of great friends and memories
from his high school years.
I want
you to know how much he enjoyed receiving your newsletter. It was always filled
with pictures and articles that he loved to read.
From: Bob Hall (WI 1956)
I wondered why I wasn't
receiving email forwards
from Bob Griffith the past few weeks. We were neighbors
growing up and played a lot of basketball together. He was a member of the
small church and close friends with my father and stepmother for many years. He
was tall enough to help nail sheetrock in our new house without needing a
ladder and strong enough to help finish and polish the new hardwood flooring in
our house.
I notified my older brother
(Bill Hall WI 1955) this morning of Bob's passing and he was also shocked.
Bob's son that lives in Mass. works for GE and has met with my niece, Bill's
daughter for business and lunches.
From
John Teter (WI 1961)
I remember swimming in the pool
at WI, but that is not where I learned how to swim, as I learned how to swim at
Audra State Park. The pool at WI was in the basement in what I thought was a
dungeon area; the ceiling was very low for my 6' 4" height; and I remember
it always looked dirty (which may have been from the "dungeon effect”) do
not remember there being showers anywhere close to the pool, but there must
have been showers.
From: John Carney (ND 1961)
We
lived 2 doors to the right of MORGAN
GRADE SCHOOL on Duff Ave. I am trying to find the Street number for that house. Hope someone can help. Thanks.
NOVEMBER
NEWSLETTER ASSIGNMENT
It would be greatly appreciated if
you would participate
From: Roleta1@aol.com
MR. LOUIE BUTTAFUSCO
For several years different pictures of groups of kids,
who took dance classes at Harrison County Public Schools, have been printed in
the newsletter. Not too much was ever said about that man who taught the classes.
His name was “Mr. Louie “to the kids and he was formally named to Louis
Buttafusco. LET'S SALUTE "MR. LOUIE". I would love for you to send me
pictures of him. Send me your memories of him. Here are a few suggestions to
include in your memories if you can. Or just write whatever y0u remember. Tell
me all about “Mr. Louie”. How long did you take tap dance class? Did he teach
any other type of dance besides tap? Did you take your class after school or
during a class period? While you were taking your dance class, where were the
other kids who didn’t take the class? How much did it cost you to take your
lesson? Did you pay him each time you saw him or by the month or what? Did you
take dance classes each week? Did you have a recital? Where was the recital
held? Did someone make your costumes or did you buy them? How old do you think
Mr. Louie was when he was teaching you? What year did you take the lessons? So
you see, we want to honor Mr. Louie and discuss him, you and your relationship
with him. Share any memories you have of him. Thank you.
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My First (and Second) Car
From: Bill Bryan (R-W 1957)
After reading Rich Newbrough's
letter about his harrowing experience with the stuck gas feed, it brought to
mind an experience I had with my second car--not "harrowing," but
different.
I enlisted in the Navy two
weeks after high school. After four years, back to Clarksburg and my first car--a
1954 turquoise/white Chevy. After a short time it developed a quirk. If I shut
the engine off without "gunning" it, it wouldn't start the next time
I tried. If I gunned it, turned off the key, it would start the next time.
Never found out why. But traded it shortly thereafter for a 1956 hardtop Chevy,
copper and cream. I think I bought both cars used on Rt 50 West, not far from
the left turn off East Pike St. I think there was a dance hall/club on the
right on Rt 50 and the car lot was a little further up the hill. (Was it
Roger's?--Maybe some readers will remember).
In 1963, I was a Fairmont State
student, working evenings and Saturdays at the Kroger's on E. Pike, and I was
dating Penny Ingram (Elkins HS 1960), a nursing student at St. Mary's. At that
time, those students did their psychiatric studies at Our Lady of Peace
Hospital in Louisville. I think it was a three month rotation. I would ask for
Saturday off, leave Kroger's at 11:30 PM, and drive to Louisville. I think I
visited her 3 or 4 times. Anyway, it was an all night drive, pre-interstate of
course. I usually drove Rt. 50 to Ohio, south in Ohio to Ashland, KY, then
Rt.60 to Louisville. One particular trip, just east of Mount Olive, KY at the
top of a hill, a belt broke under the hood of my '56 car and I lost power
steering and power breaks. At the top of the hill I started coasting down the
hill. It was 2:30 or 3:00 AM. Having no mechanical aptitude, I was in a panic. I
saw a service station on the right. It was open! As I coasted in and stopped at
the pumps, I looked to the right. There was a closed Chevrolet dealership right
behind the gas pumps. (Not sure if it was all one business.) The attendant
checked my car, went to the Chevy garage, got the correct belt, and installed
it on my car. I absolutely could not believe my luck that night. Probably only
lost about 30 minutes. What are the odds!!!!!
PS: I will surely miss the
Clarksburg Reunions in Sarasota, even though I didn't know many people. It was
still a lot of fun mingling.
HOME
DELIVERY FROM THE DAIRY
From John Iaconis (WI 1959)
Do you remember when milk was
delivered to you front door? Cream in the milk would rise to the top. This was
before homogenization. Eggs, cheese, and cream
were also provided. It was delivered daily since some homes lacked
refrigeration.
EDITOR’S NOTE: We have talked before about ice being delivered
and how people put a card in their window to tell the ice man if they needed
ice and how much. Did you or your family receive home delivery of the above
fresh products? Do you remember what dairy and was it left at your door or put
in your refrigerator? Do you remember
anything about this?
NOTE from Roleta1@aol.com
On this subject, we received
delivery of milk and once in awhile other dairy products. We had a small
insulated aluminum box which sat on the front porch. The “milk man” put the
milk or whatever in the box when he delivered. I don’t remember ever seeing a
truck or the man. The milk appeared mysteriously and I took it in to the
refrigerator when I arrived home from school. I think we must have had a regular
order because I don’t remember a card in the window.
I know that after we moved to
Columbus, Ohio the milk man would knock on the door as I was a young married
stay at home housewife and I would let him in and he would take our container
of milk to the kitchen and put it in the refrigerator. We received a large
2-1/2 gallon plastic container of milk twice a week. The container was laid on its
side and had a spout to be used to dispense the milk. Boy did we love milk or
what? The family was just Bill, a young son and a young daughter and me!
It will be interesting to see
what you write on this subject.
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Sports Editor: Bill Meredith
Bill:
I'd rather the Big 12 didn't
expand, but it looks like they will add at least two teams. At this point, I
would have to say Houston, and maybe Cincinnati, although they're not anymore a
typical Big 12 team than we are. (I'm sure the Big 12 didn't consider us as
adding value, just the best of a bad lot, who wouldn't detract much value.)
Adding Tulane would have the
advantage of a road trip to New Orleans every other year though.
Ted Wolfe (WI 1974)
Reply to Ted:
As the apparent expansion talks
and interviews continue, some strange things are being rumored. A couple of
days ago, someone wrote that the Big 12 might take a couple of new members as
"football only" schools. My question is, why?" This reminds me
of the Big East allowing Notre Dame to be a member, except for football. How
did that work out for the rest of the league?
My gut feeling at this time is
that they will add more than two teams. Houston, Cincinnati and politically
incorrect BYU seem like the logical choices. Who else? Your guess is as good as
mine. Tulane, even though they have a great location for parties, just wouldn't
cut it. I'd love to see them "steal" Louisville from the ACC, but
that won't happen.
Finally, I agree that adding
WVU didn't add a lot of value to the conference, but, if you'll recall, the Big
12 needed teams and WV needed a home. Throw in Oliver Luck's connections and
you had a marriage. As I've said before, we may not like it, but it sure beats
being in the American Athletic Conference.
Thanks for your comments. Maybe
by this time next month, we will know what the "powers that be"
decided on conference expansion.
Bill (billmere@aol.com)
HERE is a link to an article in
the St. Louis Post-Dispatch about Jedd Gyorko of the St. Louis Cardinals. Jedd
is from Morgantown and played baseball at WVU. Thanks to Norm Julian, (VHS
1957), who was the first to send me the link. The author says nice things about
Jedd, Morgantown and West Virginia. It is enjoyable to see this type of story
once in awhile.
HOW IT
LOOKS FROM HERE
I was pleasantly
surprised to see that the WVU Women's Soccer team was ranked No. 1 in the
nation for a short time. Plus, the Rifle team was ranked No. 1 in their
pre-season pool. Wouldn't it be nice to see one of the teams in a major sport
have a No. 1 ranking.
I was watching a
Stanford home football game a couple of weeks ago and noticed that there is a
large sign in their stadium, which says, "Home of Champions". I
wondered why this sign was there, since I don't remember their football team
ever winning a national championship. Then it hit me. An award, called the
Capital One Cup, is awarded each year to the college whose sports teams have
excelled in NCAA competitions. I cannot remember a year when Stanford was not
the No. 1 school in either the men's or women's final rankings. So, I have
to admit that Stanford is indeed the, "Home of Champions".
It sounds like a
broken record, but Bridgeport again could be the top high school football
team in North Central West Virginia. They are undefeated and ranked No. 1 or 2 in
Class AA. Right with them is Fairmont Senior. The two will meet later in the
year to settle the top ranking on the field. I also noted that Liberty finally
defeated RC Byrd in football. Maybe one of our readers can tell me the
last time that happened.
Roleta and I
traveled to Landover, MD to watch the WVU-BYU football game. We were treated to
a very exciting game. I came away with a couple of thoughts on this team.
First, the overall defense was not very good. The run defense looked terrible.
Skyler Howard is a more accurate passer this year. Justin Crawford is for
real. He sheds tacklers better than any back for WVU since Steve Slaton. If
Gibby can shore up the "D", they have a chance to have a good year,
since the Big 12 super powers are having a down year. The key to the season
will be the games against Texas, Oklahoma and Baylor. Win a couple of those and
avoid stubbing our toe against the rest of the league and it could be a great
year. Stay tuned.
(Gibby did shore up
the defense as the Mountaineers came back to defeat Kansas State. All I can say
is that I'd rather be lucky than good. 4--0 is better than I thought they would
start, but the big boys are on the horizon.)
Take the time now to write to
us with your thoughts and comments about any sports subject. We especially
appreciate stories about local high school athletes and events of the 40's 50's
60's and 70's. Click on my email address link below and let us hear what's on your mind.
Bill (billmere@aol.com)
SPORTS QUESTIONS
FOR NOVEMBER
Below are four questions.
Please send me your answers for each one. Your answers can be as long or as
short as you would like.
1. Will Dana Holgerson be the football coach at WVU
next year?
2. Who will win the Big 12 football championship?
3. Who will win the college football FBS National
Championship?
4. Will Bridgeport win its fourth straight state AA
football title this year?
Click on my email address link
below.
List the question number (1, 2, 3 or 4) and type in your answer with any
comments you wish to make.
Bill (billmere@aol.com)
Bill (billmere@aol.com)
Remember, you are the
newsletter.
Without your input, it
will be blank.
MY 'WHAT IF' MOMENT
From: Brian Cameon (WI 1976) Now lives in Zambia, Africa
After teaching in the US for 28
years, I made the big move to Zambia, Africa, in 2009 at the age of 52. I live
at Faith Children's Village, an orphanage that 66 children call home. The life
expectancy in Zambia is 35 years, and the average age is 16. The majority of deaths are due to the HIV/AIDS
epidemic. FCV is staffed by Zambians although the organization is under the
auspices of Independent Baptist Missions Global in NH. Our resident nurse and I
are the only Americans in the village. I am a house dad to eight boys ages 9-18
and administrate our school on site. It's village life - no electricity,
learning to cook on a charcoal fire, washing clothes by hand. I fell in love
with Africa 20+ years ago when I visited friends in Kenya who were missionaries
there. I returned to Kenya on three other occasions and taught English in
village schools. Life is never boring, and I still have those "wow, just wow!"
moments almost every day. Things are simple here, which means that everything
takes extra time. I awaken at 4:00 a.m., and it takes about 30 minutes before
my cup of coffee is ready. A charcoal fire just does not do the job as quickly
as a microwave. Water for a bucket bath is heated over an open fire. I think I
can say that an actual hot shower is what I miss the most. I am seldom, if
ever, afraid. I've had malaria several times, but that just comes with the
turf. The most frightful event to date was when one of my boys found a six foot
black mamba in his closet one morning when he was getting ready for school. A
mamba is quite deadly, and I thank God for His protection. Since I never
married, it was easier to make the cross-cultural transition. Yes, it was a
huge leap of faith, but I have no complaints. God is good, and I thank Him
every day for directing my feet to this place. I will forever be a WV boy and
still miss the mountains terribly - every season of the year.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Thank you Brian, this is indeed a “WHAT IF
MOMENT”. What if you hadn’t listened and acted when you heard the call for you
to become a missionary in Zambia? Thank you for writing.
“What is your “WHAT IF MOMENT”?
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and share it with us.
From: John Teter (WI 1961)
I have had many "what
if" times in my life, such as:
WHAT IF I had gone back to
Fairmont State College to finish my remaining 3 years, majoring in accounting?
WHAT IF I had not decided to
leave Clarksburg?
WHAT IF I had not come to visit
my sister and brother-in-law in Hyattsville, MD, for two weeks back in 1962 -
and staying in the D.C. area for 54 years (and counting)?
WHAT IF I had married the first
lady that "got away"?
WHAT IF I had not gotten a
divorce from my first wife?
WHAT IF I had not gotten
married my second wife and instead followed my son to Georgia, when he and his
first wife moved there?
I think about all of these
things from time to time and am just thankful that I have survived making all
of the decisions based on my six "what if's".
EDITOR’S NOTE: I am sure everyone has had “WHAT IF MOMENT”.
Won’t you write and tell us
about them, please?
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CURSIVE WRITING
From: Jim Brown (WI 19570
What
are your thoughts about cursive writing?
The discussion about
handwriting in the September newsletter brought to memory an experience that still
brings a smile if not out-right laughter to those who hear it. First, I readily
admit that in Grade School, I was NOT proficient in penmanship. I NEVER
received the Zaner-Blosser Certificate after the first attempt and often not
after the second try as well. Usually, I admit to receiving it sometime in the
last few days of the second semester, almost always secretly dispensed by the
teacher who was probably somewhat embarrassed at having failed to produce
something as easy to teach as writing the ABC's.
Fortunately, advancing to the
Seventh Grade brought an end to the rigors of Ovals and Push-pulls and with it,
the embarrassment of having more or less flunked penmanship. Or so I thought.
Early that year, we were told to produce a paper of some sort. I've forgotten
what the subject was but not the ridicule that followed. Miss Shetter, the
English teacher for our side of the hall, after reading (or attempting to read)
my paper called out for the whole class to hear. "Jimmie Brown, this looks
like you wrote it with a chair!!"
If that isn't a classic, I
don't know what is. I suspect most, if not all, of my classmates who heard it
have forgotten but I certainly haven't.
From: John Teter (WI 1961)
I have been corresponding with
the Supervisor of the Fairfax County School Board here in Northern Virginia and
she keeps telling me that cursive is being taught in the County Schools. I keep
telling her that she needs to drop into one of the three schools that my
grandson has attended in Northern Virginia to see that CURSIVE IS NOT BEING
TAUGHT IN FAIRFAX COUNTY SCHOOLS. Our grandson, who just turned 13, was here
this past weekend, and the only cursive that he could write was signing his
name - which his father taught him to do.
I have talked to many people
who have grandkids and none of them are being taught cursive writing. This
includes people in Virginia, Pennsylvania, Georgia and Florida. One of my
neighbors has grandkids in Oregon, Utah and North Carolina and he told me
yesterday that none of them were being taught cursive either.
This is the latest response
that I have received from the School Board Member and my reply back to her was
that this was TOTALLY INCORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: Jody Buffington Aud (WI
1977)
I loved cursive writing also! My
sister still has a few Zaner-Bloser pens! We just loved the way they felt in our hands.
She found them somewhere several years back. They don’t sell the pens anymore,
but they do still try to encourage cursive writing in the classroom.
Here is their website: https://www.zaner-bloser.com/
From: Patty Rogers Hood (WI
1950)
If they can't write cursive,
they can't read it in older documents.
Editor’s Note: Do you think schools should discontinue teaching
Cursive Writing?
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SALUTING OUR VETERANS
Each month we would like to salute our veterans.
Would you please write and tell us your story.
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God Bless our Veterans and God Bless the USA
From: Jim Hovey (WI 1962)
I know
this is later than it should be but I wanted to tell you about 3 other WI Grads
I saw in Vietnam (all Marines). I spent 1967 (the year of luv) in Vietnam as a
Corpsman with the 1st Marine Division. During that year, I traveled throughout
"I" Corps (Northern South Vietnam). I started in Chu Lai, spent time
in Tam Ky, Quang Nai City, Ky Ha ( a suburb of Chu Lai), Duc Pho (we had another
name for it), and Da Nang. I went to Da Nang several times. Twice, I looked up
two WI 1966 grads - Jimmy Talkington – (who later roomed with me and my brother
John at WVU) and Dana Mitchell. Both Jimmy and Dana were Marine Transportation.
They rode me around Da Nang at night in a 6X Truck. I was scared to death -
they had no problem and knew their way around the city. I also ran into Barry
Rosenthal (WI Class of 1963). I can't quite remember where Barry was - I think
he was at one of the airfields near Da Nang. I have read that on a percentage
basis, West Virginia had more guys in Vietnam than any other state. In thinking
about it, many WI graduates of that era went to Vietnam representing all
branches of the service. I'm glad I got to see these three guys. It helped to
remember that there was another life if we could make it home to West Virginia.
SALT RISING BREAD
If you
think of Salt Rising Bread, what do you remember first? Where did you smell it
most often and did you eat it? Write and share your memories with us. Roleta1@aol.com
From: Catherine Custer Burke
(WI 1952)
This charming little book is a must for anyone
interested in salt rising bread. You won’t be disappointed.
GOING TO THE MOVIES FOR A NICKLE
From: Bill Meredith, (Monongah HS 1957)
Although I'm sure you are
probably looking for memories from those who attended movie theatres in
downtown Clarksburg, I'm unable to do that. Being from "out of town",
the only theatres I frequented in the area were the drive-in theatres, while
dating my future wife, Roleta.
Those I remember were the
Ellis, Sunset, and Snyder's in the Clarksburg area and the Twilight and
Starlite in Fairmont. However, I did see many movies in the Strand Theatre in
my small town in the 40's and 50's. What great memories I have of those
wonderful movie nights. I believe the cost was 10 cents for a double feature. Plus,
there were always the newsreels, cartoons and coming attractions. Such a deal!
The one thing I remember most
about the movies I saw was the fact that they could be watched and enjoyed by
the entire family. There was no filthy language or nudity and anytime there was
a "suggestive" scene, it quickly ended as the picture "faded to
black". Men and women were not even shown in bed together. How things have
changed today.
My favorite type of movies were
the westerns and John Wayne was and still is my favorite actor. I loved every
movie he ever made. Movies about World War II were also fun to watch, because
the Americans always won the battles. Occasionally, we were fortunate enough to
have a "serial" available, which ran for a few weeks, usually
starring cowboys like Tom Mix.
An interesting tidbit about the
Strand Theatre was the fact that they sold salty popcorn, but had no drinks for
sale. Also, there were no restrooms. We would eat the popcorn and almost die of
thirst watching the movie stars drinking cocktails or anything else. Once in a
while, if our mouths got too dry, we would go out front and beg Mrs. Currey,
the owner, for a taste of water. She usually had a small jug of water for her
personal use only.
Movies were only shown on
Saturday and Sunday nights. Often, if we had the money, we would go on both
nights and watch the same movies again. This proves that there wasn't a lot to
do after dark in a small town.
I seldom go to see a movie in a
theatre now. Most are of no interest to me, but I'll never forget the
"good old days", when Hollywood produced some epic films and we were
all young and very innocent.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Were there 5 or 6 movie theaters in Clarksburg?
Which one did you like to go to? How much did it cost you to see a movie? Did you
see only one movie each time you attended the theatre? Perhaps you never went
to a movie? Perhaps you didn’t have that dime to get into the movies? Perhaps
you only went to one theater one time in all of your life, which movie did you
see. Did you ever see a movie in
your high school theater? What was the name of it?
WASHINGTON IRVING CLASSMATES
WRITE...
“The Antebellum Kanawhan Salt Business
and Western Markets”
and Western Markets”
In
the early nineteenth century, a ten-mile stretch along the Kanawha River in
western Virginia became the largest salt-producing area in the antebellum
United States. Production of this basic commodity stimulated settlement, the
livestock industry, and the rise of agricultural processing, especially pork
packing, in the American West. Salt extraction was then and is now a
fundamental industry.
In
his illuminating study, now available with a new preface by the author, John
Stealey examines the legal basis of this industry, its labor practices, and its
marketing and distribution patterns. Through technological innovation, salt
producers harnessed coal and steam as well as men and animals, constructed a
novel evaporative system, and invented drilling tools later employed in oil and
natural gas exploration. Thus in many ways the salt industry was the precursor
of the American extractive and chemical industries. Stealey's informative study
is an important contribution to American economic, business, labor, and legal
history.
From: John Stealey (WI 1959)
EDITOR'S NOTE: If you are interested in reading more on John's book, visit Amazon.com by clicking HERE.
“Malice on the Mekong”
Anjali
Rao is a chocoholic Hindu grandmother who likes a gin-and-tonic now and then.
The wife of a U.N. diplomate, she's been trying to keep a low profile in
Vientiane, Laos, because of something that happened at her husband's previous
post. And that's boring. All this changes when the body of a controversial
foreign hostess is found floating in the Mekong. The dead woman's Embassy and
the Lao Government seem to rush to declare her death an accident, but the
expatriate community doesn't believe it. Unforeseen events pull Anjali into
investigating, and soon she's rushing around in her beloved Deux Chevaux,
finding more malice than she thought possible. As Anjali sorts through the
facts and lies, she discovers the expatriate community is hiding more than one
secret. And one of them is downright dangerous. If you're a mystery-lover, this
twisty plot has surprises right up to the end. And if you've ever wondered what
it might be like to live in an exotic locale, this insider's view of Vientiane
shows the ins and outs of expatriate life.
From: Nancy Swing (WI 1961)
Just wanted to share the news that Readers' Favorite has given my book,
Malice on the Mekong, 5 STARS. You can read their review HERE and for more reviews and news of my next book, set in West Virginia, please see my
website, nancyswing.com.
EDITOR'S NOTE: If you are interested in reading more on Nancy's book, visit Amazon.com by clicking HERE.
SPANISH TAUGHT IN
MORGAN GRADE SCHOOL
Do you remember Spanish being taught at Morgan Grade School in the 1st
through 3rd grade classes?
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From: Brian Cameon (WI 1976)
I was a second grader at Morgan
in the mid 60's. Margaret Wilkins was my classroom teacher and Spanish
instructor as well. She is one teacher from my past that I've never been able
to locate. She instilled in me a love of languages. I kept my notes from her class
for years and still have a gift that she presented to me after she made a trip
to Mexico - fond memories. And if anyone knows how I might connect Mrs.
Wilkins, I'd appreciate the information.
You can contact me at: itsahonda@aol.com
From: Arreta
Radcliffe Jaranko, (WI 1940)
I
taught at Morgan School three years before I went to WVU to teach in the
Graduate School. It was 1960, 61 and 62, I had second grade twice and third
grade one year. Mr. Sheets was an excellent principal. He knew the names of the
children that attended and he loved them. Always had a kind word to say to
them. He kept up on new things in education .One year he decided to experiment
with teaching a foreign language using the first, second and third grades. He
had read that young children pick up a new language early if given the
opportunity. It so happened that the fifth-grade teacher and I had gone to
Fairmont State together and graduated in the same class. Her name was Garcia
and she was from a family in Shinnston who spoke Spanish. Mr. Sheets planned
for her to teach Spanish to the teachers and we would teach our students. So
every Wednesday we would stay after school for our Spanish lesson. We would write
it down and practice saying it so we would be ready to teach it the nest week.
Because I left after the first year of the Spanish experiment, I don't know how
long it went on. Maybe there are readers of the Newsletter who remember
learning Spanish. For one PTA meeting, he invited parents to bring their
children to class so we could show them how we were teaching their children to
speak Spanish. I think that year I was teaching second grade. When I was a
junior and senior at WI, I took French and my brothers both took Spanish. It is
amazing how similar the two languages are and sometimes I would forget and use
the French word. I think one of the little boys in my class had a mother who
spoke Spanish as he said 'that isn't what you said the last time!" and I had
to laugh. He was right. Well, this little experiment in learning a foreign
language might interest someone. Thanks for all you do. Love
From: Rod Kid (WI 1970)
I saw in the newsletter that Spanish was taught at Morgan
School for several years. I do know that we were taught some Spanish songs and
went up to WI to perform them around 3rd or 4th grade. It
was quite exciting for a small kid to go to that BIG school on the hill
and sing in front of what seemed like a large audience. ”
EDITOR’S NOTE: Were
you part of this experiment? Did you learn to speak or understand some Spanish
while in classes at Morgan? I wonder how this experiment worked? If you were
part of this did it come in handy at any time for you?
Write
to Roleta1@aol.com
SEPTEMBER MYSTERY PICTURE
Picture from: Sondra Clark Brown (WI class of
1962).
Thank
you “Sonnie” for sharing this with us.
If anyone has any pictures that
we can use for MYSTERY PICTURES, PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME. Also include the name
of the building and/or what it was used for. Thank you.
Send to Roleta1@aol.com
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From: Rod Kidd (WI 1970)
The mystery picture in this month’s newsletter is of the
old stockyard in Bridgeport looking at the end facing Virginia Ave. The smell
there at times was interesting to say the least. The structure was removed many
years ago and now has a CVS pharmacy there along with a small strip mall area.
The State DOH has widened this intersection several times to keep up with
current traffic as Bridgeport has grown exponentially in the last 10 to 20
years. I can remember as a kid driving by the stockyards on my way to see my
great grandmother who lived in Fairmont. We also stopped at the J Eddies Candy
Store just down the street which was a real treat.
From: Chuck Wilson (WI 1967)
The Mystery Picture for September is the Old Bridgeport
Stock yards. They would have livestock sales once a week there. I was there one
time very interesting. I believe a Rite Aid sits on that spot now right on RT
50.
From: Connie Coffindaffer Ferrell
(WI 1958)
It appears to be the Livestock
Sales Yard in Bridgeport. My Grandfather would take me with him occasionally.
It was always a treat to go anyplace with him. I loved the voice of the
Auctioneer but the fragrance
Watching Grandfather choose
just the right Hereford calves was interesting. He chose animals with specific
white markings. He and his brother ran their cattle together. They chose
different marking patterns as a means of identification.
What a great time and place to
grow up.
Thank you for all the hours you
and your helpers devote to the Newsletter, Roleta!
From: Mary Sue Clark Spahr (WI
1956)
I am probably wayyyyy the heck
off here, but I'm going to take a stab at it. At least a part of this building
looks like a feed store near to the old stockyard in the edge of Bridgeport
when Bridgeport was still a tiny little town. If it is the place I'm thinking
of, there is still at least part of the building remaining on Rt. 50 about 100
yd. from the first traffic signal in Bridgeport as you travel east.
From: Ted Wolfe (WI 1974)
September's mystery picture is
a picture of the Bridgeport Stockyards. A lot of cattle went through there on
their way to the grill. I am sure that Bridgeport's sophisticates hated to see
it closed and torn down. I don't know where local farmers sell their cattle
now.
From: Ann Brannon Pushkin (WI
1952)
Thank you again for another
great job on the WI Newsletter.
I believe the Mystery Picture
for the 205 Issue of the WI Newsletter is a picture of the stockyards that was
located in Bridgeport WV. Farmers and other individuals and companies bought
and sold cattle and other farm animals. "Baby" cattle were bought most
often to raise while older cattle eventually became meat on the dinner table.
Bulls were bought and sold for "stud" purposes.
From: Wayne White (WI 1960)
This is the Bridgeport Stock Yards. It was owned by Clem
Teets & Sons. The Mgr was Carson Davis. The B& O rail road transported
cattle by train and they were penned then bought and sold. It operated until
mid 1970s. Robert B Faris of Bpt was an outstanding cattleman involved in
cattle sales at the stockyards. Monday was sale day. The cars and trucks were
lined up and down streets around the intersection at sale site. The
intersection where the stock yards was has had a lot of history. Such as: a
Civil war battle, glass industry, and the B&O railroad. The site is now occupied
by Rite Aid.
From: Bob Twigg (WI 1955)
Look's
to me like the Bridgeport Stockyard Building. It use to be a big day in
Bridgeport. All the farmers around the area would bring their stock, what ever
it might be and it would be sold at auction.
It was
often said the day after the sale there would be an increase of dogs and cats
in the neighborhood around the area.
I
remember traffic was always a mess on Monday.
Stockyard
has closed, I don't remember when. A Rite-Aide Drug Store sits on the site now.
From:
Beth TwiggDevericks (WI 1959)
The September
mystery picture I think that is the Bridgeport Stockyard where everyone brought
all of their cows and pigs to sell.
From: Cheryl Corder McClure (WI
1964)
The mystery picture is of the
Bridgeport Stock Yard. My father took me there once and I was not to tell my
mother. Young ladies didn't go to stock yards. Ha!! Father bought cattle and I
wanted to learn. It didn't happen unfortunately, a big regret!
From:
Gladys Williams (WI 1971)
The stock yards in Bridgeport -
Located on the corner of Main St. The Rite Aid is located on that corner now. I
can remember seeing cows brought there on Mondays to be auctioned.
From: Don Sager (WI 1956)
At
first, looking at the picture all I could think about is “white boards” and
what in the world was surrounded by white boards without markings. Then it
finally clicked in that they looked familiar. I think that this photo was taken
at the entry to Bridgeport on Route 50 going east. In the far distant past (40s
& 50s), there were cattle in the pens.
So must have been stockyards.
Maybe they were going by rail since the railroad tracks were about 100 yds.
away. And that’s all I know about cows except they are- GOOD TO EAT! When you
turned at the intersection, my Uncle Joe lived about 3 blocks on Faris Ave. so
I went often thru the intersection. And traffic was always backed up at the
light!
From: James Alvaro (WI 1956)
Ok, I'll jump on board. I think you are right Mr
Sager. Those sure were the "early days" of the stockyard. Believe it
or not, many years later, my cousin had a pizza place on that same spot. I
think Bernard Folio owned the property and cousin Nick rented from him. I
vaguely remember the white buildings. At the top of one set of stairs I think I
see "Buyers" where I guess those wanting to buy cows or steers or
bulls or calves or just "yunguns". Like you Don, all I know is that
they are good to eat. I believe it was called BRIDGEPORT STOCKYARD
From:
Arreta Radcliffe Jaranko (WI 1940)
I think
the Mystery picture is the Bridgeport Livestock Sales building where they had
auctions. I think the auctions were held every Monday. It always seemed strange
to me to see that building there. Rite Aid is on that site now.
From:
John Teter (WI 1961)
The September "mystery picture"
looks to be the Bridgeport Stockyards on the main street going thru Bridgeport.
They used to have auctions there on Saturdays and even though my family had no
need for livestock of any kind, my father would sometimes take us for the
auction. It was cheap entertainment (for us). I do think that there were
improvements made to the stockyards over the years as the picture in the
newsletter looks like it was taken in the early stages of the buildings.
From:
Lyle Corder (RW 1957)
Bridgeport Stockyard; they sold
cattle there every Monday. It was located at the corner of Rt. 50 and Virginia
Ave., in Bridgeport of course. The Rite Aid store and parking lot is there now.
Just down the road was Ace Hardware; the building is still there, but, Ace is
gone.
OCTOBER MYSTERY PICTURE
The game goes like this; you
study the picture, recognize it, write to me and tell me about the picture….NOT
JUST THE NAME! This newsletter is about
you remembering and you sharing your memories with others so they can remember , too. This makes for a nice newsletter, too.
Email your guess, your memory
of the place or something about it, your name, school and year you either did
or would have graduated.
Please, I don’t care how well I know you, unless you are part of my family, I absolutely can not guess your year of graduation. It is just too hard to keep everyone straight. And it takes me valuable time to look up the needed information. And it is so easy for you to just add it after your name.
Example: JOHN DOE (WI 1957)
Please, I don’t care how well I know you, unless you are part of my family, I absolutely can not guess your year of graduation. It is just too hard to keep everyone straight. And it takes me valuable time to look up the needed information. And it is so easy for you to just add it after your name.
So look at this picture, follow the directions and play
along with us.
Help me make the newsletter interesting.
Here
we go...
Can you identify what is pictured
above?
Please describe what they did
here. Give me a little description.
Do you have any memories of
visiting a place like this?
* Only
correct answers will be published. Only answers with a memory included will be
in the newsletter (I want more than just a name of the business).
Now, remember:
1. Sign your name (including maiden name if it applies)
2. The name of the school you attended and year you did or would have graduated.
“CLOBBERFOOT”
By Mike Snyder (WI 1957)
Tom Sawyer and Injun Joe had their cave, Butch and
I had ours. Ours really took some bravado to enter. You had to get down on your
stomach, and belly in. Once inside it was pretty cramped from the fallen rock,
but there was a chamber big enough to stand up in. We had to get hold of some
illumination. Of course flashlights would have done. Real cave men like
my-heroes Huck Finn or Robinson Crusoe would have used torches. So we would
have to use our carbide lamps or smuggle candles out of the house. Under no
circumstances could my parents find out I was playing in an abandoned coal
mine. Somewhere on the trip home Butch and I got conjecturing if anyone else
knew about our cave. Anyone like Clobberfoot.
Clobberfoot was a half mythical figure seen by
other guys but never by us.
"They saw Clobberfoot going out around the
hill!
"That's Clobberfoot's footprints in the mud!'
Our worst nightmare was that Clobberfoot would
catch us. He was an old man, he had a clubfoot and a great pitted oversized
nose that looked like a red cucumber. And he always carried a gunnysack over
his back with his supplies inside--or to put little kids in. He was no one to
mess with. One day when we were cutting down trees with kids high in the tip tops
someone shouted, “It's Clobberfoot, run!" And we did, screaming all the
way down the hill to the safety of home.
Clobberfoot was afraid of our mothers. One time
Clobberfoot almost caught my brother Habie. I would have let him keep him. I
ran for home as fast as my legs would carry me". The details of my brothers'
encounter were very sketchy, but he was positive that he had barely eluded him.
Clobberfoot was also seen near Wood's grocery store. And he liked oranges. The
day Butch and I found oranges near the mouth of the cave we knew that other
dangers lurked besides roof falls and mysterious creatures that left only paw
and tail marks in the caves muddy floor. We really couldn’t go very far back
into the mine due to the jumble of fallen sandstone boulders that blocked the
passage into the depths of the drift. I confess that I was always nervous going
into it. And now Clobberfoot might be using it for his abode, clinched it. The
mine was off limits at least while the threat of Clobberfoot still held the neighborhood
hostage.
Excerpt from Mike’s book 'BURY ME IN WEST VIRGINIA'.
EDITOR'S NOTE: If you
are interested in reading more of Mike’s book, visit Amazon.com by clicking
HERE.
From:
Gwen Clark (VHS 1956)
Above
picture is of a quilt that was given to me by my Mother. It was pieced and
quilted by a mother of a friend of hers who was born during the 1800’s too. I
knew the lady. This quilt is beautifully pieced and of course, totally hand
quilted. The name of this pattern is Grandmother’s Flower Garden. Hope you
enjoy seeing these quilts as much as I do displaying them.
NOTE: Gwen is a Victory HS
graduate and is one of the WIN scholarship quilters. Thanks Gwen, we appreciate
your participation.
From:
Joe Malone (WI 1952)
First - Let me congratulate you and your
associates (Yes, even Bill!) for your dedication and hard work over the past 17
+ years. Amazing! WI Newsletter (now "Regional"), Picnics (both North
& South) and fundraising throughout.
Second - Kudos for all you have done for
the young people of RCB through the scholarship program. I think I cautioned
you at the outset but you proved me wrong - again. (Segue Alert!!!!)
Third - That leads me into my reason
for writing -QUILTS I enjoyed
your last issue's focus on Sue Selby Moat's quilting projects over the years.
Through her efforts collecting and assembling the piece parts of her final
product to be raffled at the annual spring picnic, you all have raised
substantial funds for the scholarship program. I know this because my sister, Sadie Graham has contributed squares
to Sue's work frequently. Also, I have bought what seems like a ton of raffle
tickets - to no avail! (You
never seem to find my number.)
The
subject of quilting brings to mind a group ladies (picture below ) who used to
meet weekly at Fort New Salem to
cut, sew and assemble quilts (by hand-no machines) for exhibit and sale at the
Fort or entry in statewide contests. Because Sis was one of the quilters I have
been the beneficiary of a few smaller pieces made from scraps when the main
quilt was done. The picture attached is a wall hanging following the finish of
the quilt in the group photo. I also have a runner under my TV of the same
material and pattern. The quilt on my guest room bed was made singly by Sis on
her quilting frame at home.
I
thought Ann (Brannon) Pushkin's
pictures of her family's work in the September issue was spectacular. That's
what motivated me to write this email. Overall, I'm hopeful that you will be
able to continue with Sue Selby Moat's work and help fund your scholarship
program. Even though our contributions are not tax-deductible, they are
certainly worthwhile and you are to be praised for your work.
Ladies
in picture below are (l-r) Rosie (?); Punchy (Christie-WI50) Morris; Chippy
(Van Horn-WI49) ?; Sadie Malone Graham (WI 43); Mim (Lowther-WI 44) Allan;
Donna Smith. (Sis's
quote on back - "I was tempted to cut the heads off. Terrible of all of
us!")
Below
is a picture of a vintage quilt that was sent to us by Gwen Clark (VHS 1956)
My
Mother gave this quilt to me several years ago and said it was pieced and
quilted by my great-grandmother. Looks to me like a bow-tie pattern but not
sure and also looks like someone put a new binding on it at some point.
Considering my age, I believe it to be pieced and quilted during the early
1800's.
2017 WIN SCHOLARSHIP QUILT
“PIECES OF THE PAST”
From: Sue Selby Moats (WI 1955)
How many WIN readers are lucky enough to have pieces of
the past-treasured quilts, linens or clothing, created by your Mothers,
Grandmothers, Aunts or other family members-that remind you of times growing up
in West Virginia?
The Selby siblings do have special pieces from each side
of our parents’ families. We have fond memories of Grandma Wenink coming to
stay with us in the summer to make new school clothes (4 girls!); Christmas
time to make special gifts for us and Spring time to make new Easter outfits to
wear to Stealey Methodist Church. We have items she crocheted as well as quilts
she made which were hand quilted with her church group in Cleveland Ohio.
The WIN Quilters have been sharing their stories about
pieces of the past and vintage type quilts they still have, or they remember
wearing homemade items made from feed sacks and other fabrics available during
WW II. Some of us also have collections of fabrics from those time periods. As
a result of our online conversations, the 2017 WIN Scholarship Quilt will be named
"PIECES OF THE PAST". We
are using some of our special fabrics to make period related quilt block
designs to create the next quilt to raise funds for the WI Scholarship Fund.
Roleta has been featuring pictures of old vintage style
quilts from some of the WIN quilters, as well as their stories. She will now
begin to share photos of new blocks for the 2017 quilt. If you don't have a
family heirloom quilt, you will definitely want to purchase LOTS tickets for
the drawing for the 2017 WIN quilt so you may win the “Pieces of the Past"
quilt.
EDITOR'S NOTE: If you do have a special quilt and memories of your family
related to quilting, please share it with Roleta and the WIN readers.
From: Roleta1@aol.com
For the next few months, I will
be featuring squares made by the WIN SCHOLARSHIP QUILTERS for the 2017 quilt.
These squares will be surrounded by borders of selected materials then arranged
in a pattern that shows off each square. Then these are all sewn together, a
filler is added behind the beautiful front piece and a selected fabric will be
placed for the back. These pieces are then stitched together in a wonderful
design that is fitting to the idea of the quilt. Then a trim edge is put in
place to finish off the raw edges all the way around the quilt. Mary Sue Selby
Moats does all of this on her long arm quilter. It is a job that she graciously
does each year to create the WIN Scholarship Quilt. Every year the quilts are a
big surprise and every year I hope that I will win as I love quilts.
I can’t wait to see what the
quilt looks like. Each year the quilt is so different from the past one and
each one is beautifully done. In November, I will start selling tickets for the
quilt drawing which will take place in mid-April. So start planning on how many
and how often you will order your tickets.
Here are some squares that will
be part of “PIECES OF THE PAST”. Each quilter has included some vintage
fabric.
Above is the quilt square from
MarySue Clark Spahr (WI 1956). This square will be added into the quilt.
Below is the picture of the
Flower Basket quilt square that Gwen Clark (Victory HS 1956) has put together
Below is the picture of the square
made by: Elaine Zabeau Norteman (ND 1962)
She writes: This is my Square.
It's called Dresden plate with points.
CORRECTIONS FOR
IN MEMORY OF 1959 CLASSMATES
IN MEMORY OF 1959 CLASSMATES
From: Roleta1@aol.com
I published the list
as I have kept it over the years. No one wrote to add any other names. If you
know of a classmate from 1959 who has passed away and isn’t on the list, please
let me know.
I incorrectly listed
Judy Daugherty Kimler as dying in 2016, it seems like only yesterday to me but
the correct date is 2015.
Also, I typed Jerry
Paul (as it is pronounced) the correct spelling for Jerry should be printed as
Paugh.
Sorry for any
confusion.
CORRECTION FOR
SEPTEMBER OBITUARY
Error in the September listed obituary as printed in the
newspaper and thus shown up in the newsletter for Susan Russell
Lemasters should be shown as a graduate of the WI Class of 1962 not 1961.
DALE C. WINTERS
(WI 1950)
Korean War Veteran
Dale C.
Winters, 83, of Wake Forest, NC, passed away on September 4, 2016, at the William M. Dunlap Center for Caring
in Wake County, NC.
He was
born in Deep Creek Lake, MD, on November 15, 1932, a son of the late Clarence
R. Winters and Vay Armentrout Winters.
Dale is
survived by his wife, Nancy Jo Swiger
Winters, whom he married on June 27, 1956.
Also
surviving are one son, Steven Winters and fiancée; one daughter, Allyson
(Kevin) Adams; five grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren. He is also
survived by two brothers, Harold Winters, and Claude (Jean) Winters;
sister-in-law, Helen June Winter; as well as several nieces and nephews.
In
addition to his parents, Dale was preceded in death by two brothers, Robert and
Orval Winters.
Mr.
Winters was a retired sheet metal worker from Northrop Grumman Corporation, and
was a veteran in the United States Army during the Korean War.
The above obituary for Dale Winters was sent to me by
Wayne Winters (WI 1966) who lives in Sacramento, CA.. Dale Winters is Wayne’s
uncle.
HAROLD RICHARD
“Dick” BRUMAGE
Harold
Richard “Dick” Brumage passed away peacefully at his home in Edmond, Oklahoma,
on September 3, 2016.
Dick
was born July 24, 1943, to Harold Clarence and Mary Helen Whalen Brumage in
Clarksburg, WV.
In 1961, Dick graduated from Notre
Dame High School in Clarksburg, WV. He attended Fairmont State College and
after graduation, Dick joined the United States Navy in 1966 and received his
Navy Wings of Gold at NAS Ellyson Field in Pensacola, FL, in 1968. While
serving in Pensacola, he obtained his M.B.A from the University of West
Florida. Dick served in the Vietnam War as a helicopter pilot and returned to
civilian life in 1976. He continued in the Navy Reserve until he retired in
1992. Dick also worked as a postal carrier for 10 years until his retirement in
2003.
Dick
attended St. John the Baptist Catholic Church where he was a member of the
choir and the Knights of Columbus. He was an avid West Virginia Mountaineers
fan.
Dick’s
greatest love was his family. He is survived by his loving wife, Michele
“Mickie” Brumage; daughter, Karen (Doug)Townsend; son, Richard (Holly)Brumage;
stepdaughter Kathryn Rosenbach, Michael (Lynette); stepdaughter, Amy (Matt)
Carson and her husband; stepson, Brian and his wife Theresa; stepson Raymond
Rosenbach and his fiancé, Doreen. Dick was so proud of his 16 grandkids. He is
survived by one sister, Elizabeth “Liz” (Glen “Buck”)Tustin; one brother,
William “Bill” (Jacqueline); a special cousin, Julia; and several nieces and
nephews.
He was
preceded in death by one brother, Robert James “Bob” Brumage, and his niece,
Erin Brumage.
TRESSIE FERRISE LLANEZA
Tressie
Ferrise Llaneza, 98, formerly of Clarksburg, passed away on Tuesday, September
6, 2016.
She was
born in Clarksburg, on November 8, 1917, a daughter of the late Domenic Ferrise
and Maria Perri Ferrise.
Her
husband, Angel Llaneza, whom she married on April 13, 1947, preceded her in
death on June 10, 1990.
Mrs.
Llaneza is survived by one son, Manuel (Paula) Llaneza; one daughter, Dianna
Hayes; six grandchildren; and 13 great grandchildren .In addition to her
parents and husband she was preceded in death by her son-in-law, Roger Hayes;
and three sisters, Mary Mazza, Anne Pomykata and Eugenia Coulson.
Tressie
attended Victory High School, and was a homemaker. She was a member of the St.
James Catholic Church.
JAMES
“ROSS” JIM DENNISON
James
Ross “Jim” Dennison, 73, of Clarksburg, WV, passed away on September 10, 2016,
at the United Hospital Center, suddenly.
He was
born in Clarksburg, on August 21, 1943, a son of the late Charles J. Dennison
and Betty Lee Cowgill Dennison.
Jim is
survived by his companion of 25 years, Brenda Wetzel.
He is
also survived by one son, Andy Bumgardner of Clarksburg; three grandchildren,
and two great-granddaughters. Also surviving are his aunts, Mrs. Patty Rogers,
Ruth Jean Heater, Charlotte Ann Gillespie, Helen M. McGarry and one uncle,
Robert L. Cowgill; as well as numerous cousins.
In
addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his maternal grandparents,
Bryon B. and Ruth M. Cowgill, his paternal grandparents, Charles O. and Daisy
I. Dennison; his aunts, Evelyn Watkins, Dorothy Daniels, Ruth Morgan, Mary F.
Policano and Dorothy L. Norris.
Jim
graduated from Roosevelt-Wilson High School in 1961 where he was a member of
the National Honor Society and Class President. He was a retired driver and
mechanic for C.O. Dennison Trucking Company. He excelled in football,
basketball and baseball at Roosevelt-Wilson.
TIMOTHY
JOHN PONIEWASZ I
Timothy
John Poniewasz I, age 69, of Clarksburg, passed on September 14, 2016 following
a courageous battle with brain cancer.
He was
born in Clarksburg on March 28, 1947, a son of the late Mitchell J. and
Margaret Ann Liptak Poniewasz.
Tim was
survived by his wife of 47 years, Jeanne Marie Pitek Poniewasz, whom he married
October 11, 1969.
Also
surviving are one son, Timothy J. Poniewasz II, one nephew, Mitchell J.
Poniewasz III; one aunt, Catherine Malindzak; and cousins, Marilyn Spatafore,
Lori Malindzak Jackson, and Ron and John C. Poniewasz.
He is
also preceded in death by his maternal grandparents, Joe and Julie Liptak;
paternal grandparents, John and Kathryn Poniewasz; and one brother, Mitchell
Poniewasz II.
Tim was
a 1965 graduate of Notre Dame High School and attended Fairmont State College.
He formerly worked at the Local Glass Plants with a total of 42 years of
service, and retired with United Central Industrial Supply with 15 years of
service as a purchasing agent.
BERNARD
LINN SEE II
Bernard
Linn See, II, 47, of Clarksburg, passed away on September 17, 2016, at his
residence following a year-long battle with cancer.
Bernard
is survived by his wife, Jennifer Edwards See, whom he married on August 12,
2001. He is also survived by two children, John Paul See and Benjamin See, both
at home; one sister, Rebecca (Chris) Oliverio; one brother, Timothy See and
companion. He is also survived by six nieces and nephews.
In
addition to his father, he was preceded in death by his paternal grandparents,
Dale G. and Lottie See, and his maternal grandparents, Jule W. Dodd and
Kathleen Iola Dodd.
Bernard
graduated from Liberty High School, Class of 1987. He attended DeVry
University, Kent State and West Virginia Wesleyan, where he received an MBA. He
also received a masters Degree of Science in Software Engineering from West
Virginia University. Bernard was a software engineer for Dominion.
FRANK LOUIS GALLO
December
19, 1941 - September 24, 2016
Burial Date September 27, 2016. A Mass
of Christian Burial was celebrated on Tuesday September 27, 2016.
BERNICE
WANG YOUNG
1945-2016
Loving
Tribute by her husband Wendell Young (WI 1963)
At 1650
PDT on September 14, 2016, my beautiful wife Bernice, my partner in life for 46
years, passed quietly from this Earth surrounded by family. She was Tiger Mom
to at least three people: our two lovely daughters and me. She spoiled us,
making our lives far easier than we had any right to expect. She had a keen
sense of right and wrong, and a firm grip on reality, with little patience for
fools or foolishness. She'd lift you up and dust you off, even if it was she
who knocked you off your high horse. Now it is our turn to become fully formed
adults. She (often profoundly) touched the lives of everyone she met, many in
ways we'll never know. She lived life with gusto, willingly wasting nary a
moment of her precious time. She could with great competence juggle more tasks
than anyone I have ever known or could even imagine. Yet, in your hour of
desperation, she'd find a way to squeeze you in, listen to your tale of woe,
and help you cope, doing her best when possible to make things right. When
first we met in the Mountainlair at WVU, introduced by a dear friend on a rainy
day, I was smitten by her beauty, dazzled by her intelligence, and charmed by
her quick wit, (When asked if, being Asian, she knew karate [it was 1968,
before political correctness], she replied "Yes, of course!". When
challenged "Could you break this table?" she snapped back "How
many pieces?") She
was exotic yet approachable even for a shy back woods bumpkin. We became
friends. From the very first to the very end we enjoyed going on long
destination free drives together. The friend who introduced us never forgave
himself, and has apologized to Bernice on many occasions, allowing that she
could have done much better. A soon to be in-law reportedly said of me as a
prospective husband, "He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't
gamble if only he were Chinese". A beloved uncle of mine once quipped
"What did he ever do to deserve a doll like that". Despite all that,
we married in 1970, forming a bond that weathered many challenges, but was
never stronger than at the end. If you knew her, I know that you are as
heartbroken as we to hear this news. But I ask you to focus on the joy and
enrichment she brought to your life. For me, one of her coworkers and friends
said it best in a recent note to her. "Knowing you is like watching a
sermon on good deeds, gentle encouragement, and generosity, come to life.
