Issue 222

Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith

Publisher: Jalon Smith Burton

From: Sandi Fox Smith (would have been WI 1966)

First, let me tell you how much I enjoy the newsletter. It brings back wonderful memories every month that I have all but forgotten! My name is Sandra (Fox) Smith known to all as Sandi. I would have graduated with the WI class of 1966, but my family moved to Maryland in October of 1965. I graduated from Glen Burnie Senior High School. Boy, what a change that was! There were 675 in my graduating class, and graduation was held on two consecutive days. I graduated on the first day and was on a Greyhound bus the next day headed back to Clarksburg! You see, I had left someone behind when I moved...my high school sweetheart, Larry Smith, WI Class of 1964! Sorry, this is a long introduction to my story! Just let me say that we celebrated our 50th Anniversary last June and its three handsome sons, three beautiful daughters-in-law, nine outstanding grandchildren and one adorable great-granddaughter (with two on the way) later!

Anyway....I LOVED TO SKATE! I spent two or three evening or afternoons a week at Carmichael’s! I started out like most kids back in the day, with the skates that half way attached to your shoes. I say half way because I still have scars on my knees from a skate coming off! It didn’t stop me though and finally I got REAL shoe Skates! The Carmichaels was my home away from home, and a lot of my friends went there too. I learned to Two-step, skate backwards, do a split and when I got good enough I entered some of the competitions that Carmichael’s held. My Aunts made my skirts and matching pants for my partner (Herbie Swiger). I had lots and lots of skating outfits. Carmichael’s was always decorated for the holidays and there was always a New Year’s Eve party! They stayed open until after midnight! I still remember the tiny little bathroom that you could hardly get in and out of. I would decorate my skates with different colored laces and Pom-poms to match my outfit. I think it was 50 cents to skate for three hours (remember movies at the Robinson Grand for 10 cents and 6 Pepsi caps?) My skating slacked off after I started dating Larry, as he was no skater, but he did try! After we moved to Maryland I started skating again, even took some lessons from a professional, but the magic from the Carmichael Rink wasn’t there.

All our basketball games were played at the armory. I used to go to the games with Jeannie Cobbs family she was also class of 1966. Her brother was in the band (David Cobb). He was a year or two older. I didn’t start dating my husband until the end of my sophomore year and then he went to Fairmont State so he wasn’t very interested in high school sports.

After Carmichael’s was opened as a skating rink I don’t think they used it for anything else. It was open on Friday evening, Saturday afternoon and evening and on Sunday afternoon for adults only I think. None of my kids went to WI, but they all graduated from the high school I worked at. I was there for all the grandkids but two, the youngest two. I retired after 37 yrs. I missed it, so now I sub. Megan, my youngest granddaughter started high school this year and I subbed for her Algebra teacher the first week of school! So, I had her too!

From: Dede Short King (WI 1994)

It was interesting reading from John Teter (WI 1961) of places he had roller skated back in the day, I have never heard of those places. When I was young, we only had Skate World in Bridgeport. I owned my own pair of roller skates (pure white) and would practice at my childhood home in Adamston on 22nd Street. On any given day, you would see me rolling up or down the street or in the church lot at the bottom of the street. There was even a small spot of sidewalk at my next-door neighbor's house that had gotten new concrete and was so smooth to roll over. When a special occasion occurred, we would hit Skate World. I remember having so much fun rolling around on the wood floors. We would do reverse skating (everyone skates in one direction until they announce reverse and then you turned and went the other way), the hoky-poky dance and the limbo. My children haven't really taken to roller skating the way that I had, but I am glad it was a part of my life.

Subject: Shenyu Ettes - Mary Louise Wilson

Dear Ms. Meredith:

I am from WesBanco Trust and Investment Services in Fairmont WV. WesBanco was named as Executor of the Mary Louise Wilson Estate. We are trying to find other contacts for the Shenyu Ettes. I happened upon your newsletter online and found Mary’s obituary in it. We are trying to locate anyone else who might be associated with the organization.

If you could help us in any way, we would appreciate it.

Kim Hartley

Administrative Assistant

WesBanco Trust & Investment Services

Phone Number: 304-905-7311

Email: hartley@wesbanco.com

If you have any information please contact Kim Hartley directly.

Thank you

Sandi Fox Smith (would have been WI 1966) meme.sghs.29@gmail.com

Deb Yorgensen Tuttle (Parkersburg Catholic HS 1969) dwt.26101@gmail.com. She has gone back to her maiden name.

Terry Tibbs Davenport (WI 1960) mcprport3@gmail.com

Dick Duez (ND 1962) dick@duez.ws

From: Nancy Swing (WI 1961)

Many thanks to Mike Snyder for his up-beat review of Malice on the Mekong-- a pleasant surprise that made my day!

His comment about the naked backside of the last monk made me get out my magnifying glass and look at the cover again. Was that wishful thinking, Mike? I'm told monks wear underwear just like most folks, so what looks like a nude bum is probably dark drawers. And how come you didn't notice the male suspects -- Philip the missionary, Burt the businessman and that lascivious Frenchman? Hmmmmmm.

All kidding aside, I'm always thrilled to hear from WI grads who've read my books. Your comments make the next one better. Keep the feedback coming!

From: Don Marple (WI 1953)

I grew up in Northview. We lived there with my grandmother on 19th Street from 1935 (the year I was born) until 1947. Grandmother and her family had moved into the 19th Street house in 1911. My mother, the youngest of Grandma’s children, used to walk up to West Virginia Ave, climb down a bank and ride a steam train into Adamson to go to Victory High school in the 1920s.

I remember a tall retaining wall at the sidewalk and a dirt patch across 19th Street where we drew circles in the dust and played marbles. Our house had a grape arbor and a rhubarb patch beside a victory garden in the backyard. On the other side of the garden was a garage and a shed to store the coal burned in the downstairs fireplace to heat the house. My father got up every cold morning to build the coal fire. My siblings and I carried the coal in and the ashes out. There were gas burners in some of the other rooms in this two-story house. I never remember the house being cold.

My grandmother slept in one of the three bedrooms upstairs, my mother and father in the second, and the four of us in the third. The house had one bathroom, a laundry room, living room, dining room and sun porch.

I went to Hartman Elementary school eight or nine blocks from our house, even though we were a block and a half from the Northview Elementary and Junior High School.

My father drove to work downtown; when any of the rest of us wanted to go there, we took the trolley from Northview to the Trolley Barn on Fourth Street and walked to Pike or Main.

We moved to Mulberry Avenue in 1947, and I started at Central Junior High that year. My siblings went to Morgan grade school, Central, and WI.

I delivered the morning paper to homes on the hill above Main Street. I walked from the Water Board to deliver papers on Washington, Lee and Horner Streets, then down Chestnut Street to Dodge St., Dale Court and Sumner Street and then home. To this day I hate getting up early.

On Mulberry, I became a member of the Beech Street boys; Danny Davis, Aaron Trub and Sam White. Sam had a World War II Open Jeep which he used to drive everywhere. He would slide into parking places as other cars were ready to back into them and put down the windshield and go 70 mph on the road to Lake Floyd without wearing glasses. He put the canvas top on when he had a date, for obvious reasons.

One day when Sam and I were driving to school on Sycamore Street and were ready to turn left on Locust, another car came down Locust and blocked the street. The man in the other car motioned for us to back up so he could get by. Sam was not someone who would back up for anybody. He reached down between the seats, pulled out the local newspaper, gave me a piece and took one himself. We opened them up and calmly sat there with the papers in front of our faces until the other car backed up.

I had a good time at WI; I sang in the choir, belonged to some clubs, had good friends, acted in some plays, got reasonably good grades, and, most importantly, met Nancy Harper, my future (and present) beloved there. We have been married for 58 years.

I wouldn’t trade those growing up years for any others.

From: David Ellis (WI 1960)

Last month I described living on Main Street, between the Angle-in and Chestnut Street. My grade school? It was only a couple of blocks from Main and Sumner, at the corner of Pike Street and Sycamore Street; Pierpont Grade School. It is gone now, but it was a grand old building and very convenient for me and my brothers. 

When I started first grade, students could cross Main Street at Sumner Street, so it was a short two blocks walk to school. We had 6^th grade patrol boys who were crossing guards on the corners. They would hold out the flags (one on each side of the street) to stop cars so the kids could cross. When I got to be a Patrol Boy with my good friend Christopher Hill, the crossing rules had changed and had to cross Main Street at Chestnut Street where there was a stoplight. We still had the School Boy Patrol, but we also had the added safety of a stoplight.

Here is a picture of my first-grade class at Pierpont. I give Chris Hill credit for this picture and the names which he posted in an article in the newsletter in 2004. If anyone can add a name, or finds a mistake, please email me. I have been trying to figure out which picture is Willard Wheelock (WI 1960). I think Willard may be top row between Irma and Terry, or maybe at the bottom left. Willard was kind of a phenom in first grade because of his reading skills.  I still remember teachers gathering around him as he read very advanced books aloud. Most of us were at the Jim and Judy level, while Willard was reading Steinbeck novels. Sometime later, maybe in Junior High, I entered a writing contest to compose an essay on “What Is True Security.” I thought I had knocked it out of the park, but Willard beat me out by fractions of a point. Boo Hoo.

Most of the first graders in the picture ended up in the WI Class of 1960. My best childhood friend, Chris Hill, went to Pierpont, but is not in this picture.  I know he was there later, because we were in the School Boy Patrol together, and co-produced the 1954 Pierpont Talent Show.

Because of my January birthday, I was only 5 when I started first grade. I remember my mother and father debating holding me out until the next year. I remember my Dad saying, “Let him start. If he has problems with the “older” kids, we can always take him out.” If I had waited until I was 6, I would have been one of the oldest in my class instead of one of the youngest. It seemed like a big deal when I was 5. Now, that six to nine-month age difference seems like minutes.

I remember the layout of Pierpont as being very symmetric and imposing. There were several steps leading up to a pair of entrance doors. Then there were a few more steps up to the first-floor level. There was a wide staircase facing the front doors. The staircase curved to both the right and left about halfway up, continuing to the right and left sides of the second floor. There was a massive railing around the stairwell, and the Principal, Mrs. Whalen, stood there overlooking our entrance into her domain. Perish the thought of talking loudly, joking, or, God forbid, laughing after we crossed through the heavy wooden portals. Such disruptive behavior was sure to draw a stern finger and rebuke from Mrs. Whalen. Four classrooms at each corner of the first-floor housed grades one through four. Grades five and six, along with the auditorium and the Principal’s office were on the second floor.

One vivid memory I have of a run-in with Mrs. Whalen was due to a Halloween dress-up day. In the second or third grade, I dressed up as a pirate for Halloween. I had a toy popgun. It had a cork attached to a string that retracted into the barrel as you pulled the trigger, then released with a hearty “POP”. The string was only a few inches long, so the cork posed little danger. I was happily showing off my popgun as I walked into the building, and just as I walked through the front door, it POPPED. I froze! I slowly raised my head, hoping that some earlier transgressor had been captured and taken into Mrs. Whalen’s office, so she might have missed my popping cork. No such luck. She stood there pointing straight at me, her eyes squinting like she was trying to crush me by the force of her stare. “David Ellis, you come here, young man, this minute! You could shoot someone’s eye out.” Yes, I kid you not, that’s exactly what she said. If I had jotted down that line and expanded it into a Christmas Story, I would have been rich, twenty years ahead of the book and TV movie we watch all day long on Christmas every year.

But I digress. Back to Pierpont. There was no lunchroom, no gym and no playground. Our exercise was skipping around the basement when we took a toilet break, and playing slide in class. (Maybe we played that only in third and fourth grade.) We had bench seats, bolted to the floor. Not chairs like they have now in school. To play slide, the teacher would clap her hands and say “slide.” Everyone would then slide out of their seat and slide into the comparable seat to the right. Those in the last seats to the right, would slide out, and then run around to the far left, sliding into the appropriate seat in that row. Then, we eagerly awaited the next hand clap and “slide” from the teacher. If there were eight rows, then after eight slides, we would be back in our assigned seats.

Most students walked to school. Unlike today, there were grade schools all over Clarksburg, and walking to the neighborhood grade school was the norm. Our teachers seemed to stay year after year and I remember all six of them. First grade and second grade were taught by Mrs. Gifford. Miss DeVito (my favorite teacher) taught third grade. Fourth grade was Miss Weaver. Fifth grade was Miss Riley. And then, Mrs. Whalen, the Principal, was also the sixth-grade teacher.

Remember that building by those advertising signs on Pike Street which I mentioned earlier? Well, it plays prominently in my memories of going to school at Pierpont. Almost directly across Pike Street from Pierpont was a building where my parents opened a small diner. It was called Ellis Lunch. The building is still there and is now a bicycle shop. They sold the business around 1950 when my Dad joined with his brothers to build the Ellis drive-in theatre on Route 50 between Clarksburg and Bridgeport. Many of you will remember that in 1950 the road between Clarksburg and Bridgeport was pretty much just a country road after you passed the radio station heading up the hill from Clarksburg. Except for the Wonder Bar and the Clique club there was nothing along Route 50 until you came to the stockyard and Millstone Restaurant (both now gone) in Bridgeport. There was no Parkette, no motels, no Twin Oaks restaurant or Twin Oaks housing development, just hillsides and woods. Three of my uncles and my Dad were partners in the drive-in theater, the curb service restaurant, the regular restaurant, and eventually, a supper club, that operated from the early fifties until the nineteen eighties.

THE JANUARY MYSTERY PICTURE

From: Wayne White (WI 1960)

This building is located on West Main Street in Bridgeport WV. It was formerly owned by J. Eddie Sheets Candies. Millstone Restaurant was in the building in 1962. It later became Bavarian Restaurant. The structure has housed the Bell Studio, a pharmacy, and a bicycle shop. At the present time it is the offices of Mountain State real estate and Goff insurance agency. The address is 227 West Main Street.

From: Lyle Corder (RW 1957)

The January picture is of a building in Bridgeport, WV that has housed several businesses over the years. It is located across the road from J. Eddy Candies on Main St. The earliest business I know about was the Millstone Inn and Restaurant Later it became Bell Studio, the Bavarian Inn, the Gay Nineties, and the Prescription Shop. There have been more.

From: Tim Cork (WI 1962)

A number of businesses have occupied this building located at 227 West Main Street in Bridgeport, WV. It was formally owned by Eddie Sheets, who owned J. Eddie's Candies located just across the street.

Below is another picture of the building taken in 1962.

It was called the Millstone Restaurant at the time. Later it was the Bavarian Inn Restaurant, then it was occupied by Bell Studio, a pharmacy and then a bicycle shop.

EDITOR’S NOTE Below is a very interesting article that I have pieced together from letters and pictures received from 2 gentlemen who have been very patient and willing to help me. This contains a lot of history about our January Mystery Picture. I bet you have passed that building many times and yet you have never realized the history behind it being there. Well, read on and learn! I find this very interesting and the pictures are amazing. NOTE: I received many more pictures from them but due to space I could not use all of them in the newsletter.

Thank you---Dick Duez (NDHS 1962) and Eugene Jaumot (Victory 1954)

The Blue Sky Inn most likely grew out of the building of the Northwestern Virginia Turnpike from Romney to Parkersburg around 1836. Now US route 50 but is still referred to as the N W V Turnpike on Google search. The building is located in Bridgeport on Rt. 50 in the middle of the two-railroad crossings as you go into town from the first stop light. Once there was a cattle yard/stock pen across the street to identify the area but it was torn down years ago and a Rite Aid sits there now with some other stores.

The first reference to the Blue Sky Inn came during the Civil War when the Confederate Army led by General Jones raided Bridgeport with 1300 horse mounted troops. They easily overran the 47t^h First West Virginia dismounted Calvary at the old stock pens. There was a large work train located just to the east side of the stock pens on Virginia Ave. The Confederate troops went to the Sky Blue Inn and removed 17 railroad workers, who were eating their evening meal, including the engineer. They took the engineer to the train and made him disconnect the engine. They took the engine down behind where the Bridgeport Fire Department is today and placed it on the RR bridge over Simpson Creek and set it on fire, it burned and fell into the creek. Then the rest of the train was pushed in on top of it.

The Inn can be seen in the 1886 Lake’s Atlas of Bridgeport. Jessie James stayed there one night just after the Civil War. It is not known what condition it was in by the time Abbie Johnson Steele and her husband Sam built the Millstone Restaurant in 1933. It appears they built the Millstone Restaurant on the same footprint as the Sky Blue Inn. Abbie Johnson was born in 1889 and was the youngest daughter of J.C. Johnson who was educated at Bethany College. Mr. Johnson was a Confederate spy in the Civil War.

Above is a picture of Mr. Sam Steel who married Abbie Johnson Steel, (second picture you can see the name of the Hardware on the window). We don’t know the name of the other 2 men. Do you recognize either of them?

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Sam owned the Hardware Store that he is standing in front of in the picture above. Later it was sold and renamed the Paul Myer’s’ Hardware. This picture was taken on West Pike Street near where the Robinson Grande was later located. Not sure of the date of this picture.

Picture below is of Gov. William Johnson of Bridgeport 1850-54 the only governor from west of the Alleghenies of Virginia. Governor Johnson an uncle to Abbie Johnson Steel.

Below is a picture of Joseph C. Johnson and his daughter Abbie. Picture was taken about 1895.

Below is a picture taken in 1945 of the Millstone Restaurant when it was closed during World War II. You can also see the J.C. Johnson home on the hill above the restaurant. Abbie was born one of his 13 children born in this home. And he made sure each of them received a higher education.

Pictured below is from left to right, Mr. Higgenbottom, Abbie Steele at 100 years of age, and Bridgeport Mayor Bud Hess.

Around 1947 the building was sold to J Eddy for a Candy Shop. It re opened as the new Millstone Restaurant in 1952. It has seen many businesses come and go since then. Noted owners since were Bob Nichols and The Bavarian Restaurant and Bob Nichols with Bell Studio and then Greg Goff Insurance.

THE FEBRUARY MYSTERY PICTURE

Do you recognize this?

Where did you see it?

What was it used for?

Tell us anything you can about what is pictured here.

Tell us some memories you have of this thing.

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This subject was suggested by reader: Jim Ashley (WI 1962)

I would love to hear from those who participated in Band Festival weekends to provide a full description of what went on. Where did the bands do their evaluation presentations? Where did the bands form and where did they end their parade route? How was the order of march determined? How did your high school fare in each year’s competitions? Re: Washington Irving: Was Mr. Mayer as scary as I heard (mostly from my sister, but from many others also)? Photos would be great too.

Any stories about other parades? The Armistice Day parade preceding the annual WI – Victory game was always a favorite of mine. Did WI ever participate in the WVU Band Day gatherings at Mountaineer Field?

Get your memories in order and write to Roleta1@aol.com. I would like to hear from readers from all the high schools.

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1. Were you ever an exchange student? Tell us about where you went and all about your experience?

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2. Was there ever an Exchange student at your school or in your class? What was the student’s name? Where was the student from? Where did the student live? Tell us all you remember and if you have any pictures, please share them with us. I remember there was a male exchange student at WI who was from maybe Germany or a Scandinavian country. It seems he was tall, blonde and wore glasses. He was at WI perhaps sometime in the mid to late 1950’s. Am I crazy or is this true?

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3. After the fire that destroyed the Methodist Church located on Pike Street almost in front of Central Junior High School, WHERE were church services held for the attendees? I know that the fire occurred in the mid 1950’s. What do you remember about it?

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WHY ARE THEY GATHERED IN THE CARMICHAEL IN THE 1950’s?

From: Tim Cork (WIHS 1962)

I noticed in the January 2018 issue of the WI Newsletter letter, you showed a picture and asked the question: "why are the people gathered in the Carmichael in the 1950's?"

My guess is...it was the annual Union Carbon or Carbide Christmas party held for the employees and their families. The company had this get together each year for a number of years during the 1950's. The Carmichael Auditorium was probably the closest facility that could hold this many people for the event.

From: John Teter (WI 1961)

I have two guesses regarding the Carmichael picture.

I seem to remember that the Union Carbide Company in Anmoore had one of their annual Christmas "parties" at the Carmichael, but I am not sure on this being that.

My other guess is that it was a church service being held at the Carmichael during the re-construction of the Methodist Church on Pike Street following a fire at the church. The people in the picture seem to be dressed for a formal gathering, so this would be my best guess.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Does anyone recognize anyone in the picture or is there another guess why they were gathered here?

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Sports Editor: Bill Meredith

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WEST VIRGINIA PRIDE

From: Bill Meredith (Monongah HS 1957)

It would be very remiss of me not to acknowledge another awesome achievement by a fellow graduate of Monongah High School. Nick "Brother" Saban coached the University of Alabama football team to the National Championship on January 8 in Atlanta, GA. It was Saban's sixth title and his fifth at Alabama. Some writers are calling him the greatest college football coach of all time.

I'm not a football coach, but it was evident to me, and I told my wife at halftime of the championship game, that Saban should change quarterbacks, if he wanted to have a chance to win the game. I really didn't think he had the guts to do it, but I was wrong and the rest is history.

According to my count, that makes 20 national championships for college coaches born in West Virginia. Kind of makes you proud, doesn't it?

From: Mike Snyder (WI 1957)

WVU does not forget.

Just found out the name of the new venue for the rifle team is named the Bill McKenzie Mobile Rifle Range.

Loyal fans should remember his game winning field goal in the last four seconds of the 1975 Pitt Backyard Brawl.

The nation's No. 1 rifle team upholds his winning legacy. Pretty neat!

Reply to Mike:

I think that is a wonderful gesture. Too often we are caught up in the present and fail to remember the special moments of the past. I am surprised that this was done by the Rifle Team for a football guy. Is it possible that there is more to the story than we are being told?

Regardless, it shows real Mountaineer Pride.

Bill (billmere@aol.com)

THE REST OF THE STORY

As shown by this second email from Mike, there was more to the story. Regardless, it was still a nice gesture on the part of Bill McKenzie, WVU and the Rifle Team.

Just read the story about Bill McKenzie donating $100,000 for the new, state of the art rifle range named in his honor. It is to be unveiled next month.

Go to MSN WVU and click on Sports Teams Rifle and see story for details.

Quite a tale of generous philanthropy.

FROM THE WEST VIRGINIA ENCYCLOPEDIA

Jan. 26, 1960:

Burnsville High School basketball player Danny Heater scored 135 points in a varsity game against Widen, setting a national record. Heater went on to receive an academic scholarship to attend the University of Richmond.

SPORTS EDITOR’S NOTE: How many of you remember reading about this? It made national headlines at the time and I think his record for total points in a game still stands. Did anyone from our area ever score 50 points or more in a high school game? I'm sure it happened many times, but I don't recall who might have done it----perhaps Paul Popovich, who averaged 41.3 ppg in 1958.

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Incidentally, my wife and her father were both born in Burnsville, WV. I remember Roy, her father, saying at the time, that he was sure Danny Heater was a relative, since his mother's maiden name was Heater. Thinking back, he was probably right.

WI GRAD PUBLISHES FIRST BOOK

From: Don Marple (WI 1953)

This is to let you know that my novel Mara’s Baby is now available in paperback on Amazon.com. I hope many of you can get it soon and, if you like it, write a many-starred review on the site. This will do wonders for awareness and sales.

Here is the link to the book on Amazon. You can copy this to the address line of your browser to see the book

That’s the easiest way to get to the book. If you choose to search Amazon, put Mara’s Baby in the search box. (“Marple” will get you a long list of Agatha Christie mysteries)

About the Book:

It is a story of love, disappointment and redemption, and of family secrets that affect lives and relationships.

Note: The book has some sex and violence and swearing. It is not for children, so read it before passing it on.

Back Page Blurb:

“A teen girl’s sudden disappearance and her reasons for it lead to a man’s unexpected search for answers—twenty years later. Mara’s Baby’s a surprising, heartwarming tale that at times will keep you on the edge of your seat.”

Remember this article from last month’s newsletter?

From: Roleta1@aol.com

I am going to list a few more to see if it raises a memory for someone who will write to me.

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Backards=The wrong way. You got your hat on backards. Often used with another word describing a part of a person’s behind.

Barned=Past tense of born. Also, bornt.

Biggety=Big acting, stuck up. She wez actin’ biggity at the box social at the school.

Book Read=Well informed; well educated. Also Book Smart. (Oh, my goodness, I think I used Book Smart this week. I am sure I said he is Book Smart but lacks common sense---Roleta)

Burries=Several kinds exist, strawberries, blackberries, gooseberries, etc.

Now do you have one?

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From: Don Marple (WI 1953)

Here are some more West Virginia colloquialisms, some from Clarksburg and some from Braxton County, where I spent summers as a kid.

Act ugly=be ill-tempered: misbehaved

Addled=confused

Bad off=seriously ill

Blink milk=sour milk

Coming up a storm=a storm is brewing

Hate to think I couldn’t=No problem, I can do that

Bum fuzzled=Confused

Plain as plowed ground=Indisputable

Your young-uns=The children of a mother or father, no matter how old the children are. Someone told my mother “your young-uns are here,” when I was 55. Mom was 82.

I’m an avid reader of the Newsletter every month. It is always interesting, brings back nice memories and keeps me up to date on Clarksburg.

From: Bryan McIntyre (WI 1965)

This may or may not be a phrase local to the Clarksburg area. A few years ago, I noticed that both my wife and her brother will say a negative phrase when meaning a positive. Example: "Roleta went to play golf this morning. So, didn't her husband Bill.” I thought it was just a Cleavenger thing. But now in the past couple months on one of the Clarksburg area Facebook pages I have seen this twice more.” Joey was a 1968 graduate of Notre Dame. So wasn't I" There you have it. Anyone else think this sounds odd?

EDITOR’S NOTE: What do you think of this speech style?

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I love trying to figure out the nationality of a person based on their last name, it has always been a hobby of mine. Another hobby is trying to recognize accents, or the location of where a person was raised by their distinctive styles of speech or accents.

A lady here in FL pointed out to me that when I am writing that I often leave out a noun or pronoun at the beginning of a sentence, she asked if it was a WV thing? I notice it in letters for the newsletter. For example, the last sentence I just wrote could easily have been, “Notice it often in letters for the newsletter.” That may be considered a style of Speech of the Harrison County area or WV in general? Anyone else aware that we have this style of speech? Now do any of you teachers reading this know what I am referring to? Is it a speech pattern, speech style of the Appalachian foothill area? Can anyone help identify these two styles? The one Brian McIntyre wrote about and the one I wrote about? Or do you know of another speech patterns from our area?

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This should be a good topic for discussion and I should receive many letters about this subject.

MEETING FAMOUS PEOPLE

Bill Meredith (Monongah HS 1957)

I don't remember ever really wanting to meet anyone who I considered famous, although, as a kid, I probably would have given anything to meet Stan Musial, my favorite baseball player. However, sometimes things happen in life over which you have little or no control. Thus, by being in the right place at the right time, I have been fortunate enough to meet several people who would be considered famous.

Some of those were:

Casey Stengel: I met Casey while leaving a World Series game in Pittsburgh and, after a short chat, I had my picture taken with him.

Jerry Lucas: Jerry spoke at our church in Columbus, OH. I met him after the service and discovered that he needed someone to help him promote his learning system in the local schools. I volunteered and, although we were unsuccessful in our efforts, I saw firsthand what an amazing mind Jerry has.

Muhammad Ali and Evel Knievel: Believe it or not, I met both men at the same time in a restaurant in Columbus. I knew the owner of the establishment and he invited me and several others to meet Muhammad and Evel, who were dining separately in the VIP Room of the restaurant. Mr. Ali was very friendly and talked to me for several minutes. Mr. Knievel was with friends and shook my hand, but seemed bothered by it all.

My most interesting chance meeting took place at The World of Concrete trade show in Atlanta, GA. It was in the late 70's, when a friend of mine, who manufactured epoxy products in Cleveland, OH, called me to ask me to work his booth at the trade show. I agreed and flew to Atlanta for the three-day exhibit. My friend, whose name was Jewel Sondhe, had hired two female models from a local agency to add some glamour to his display. They were dressed in short shorts and tight tops and were indeed a welcome sight to the attendees. We all had our picture taken with them and after three days, I flew back home.

Fast forward about 10 years. Mr. Sondhe called me one day at my office and asked if I remembered working his booth in Atlanta. Of course, I said that I did. He told me that he always kept pictures of every trade show at which he displayed his products, in an album on a coffee table in his office. A recent visitor was looking at the album, when he suddenly informed Jewel that one woman in the pictures of the Atlanta show was now very famous. Sondhe never threw away a file, so he researched and found the old contract with the modeling agency. In it he found the names of the models. One of them was none other than Vanna White. Needless to say, I was very surprised. I had spent three days with Vanna White and didn't even know it. How stupid is that?

Of course, I had to tell my wife, Roleta, all about it as soon as I got home. I actually found the old picture and sure enough, Vanna was in it. The picture has disappeared over the years and I accused Roleta of destroying it, but she swears that she didn't touch it. Someday, I may write to Vanna and ask her if she remembers working a booth at the World of Concrete in Atlanta in the late 70's. Why would she remember it, you ask? Because Jewel Sondhe, who owned the display, was born in India and, being a Sikh, always wore a turban. Who wouldn't remember that? If her memory is sharp, perhaps she will send me an autographed picture, which I will definitely hide in a safe place.

From: Dede Short King (WI 1994)

In my line of work, as a professional voice over artist, I come into contact with famous people here and there, but nothing excited me more than meeting Ian Petrella (Randy Parker, A Christmas Story) on myspace many years ago and then meeting up with him a few times over the years along with the cast. I am probably the biggest "ACS" fan and was so excited to have this opportunity. The first time, the cast was doing a mall tour in Ohio and that is when we got to meet the first-time face to face after talking online.

This is the cast photo. Pictured with Scott Schwartz (Flick), Patty Johnson (Head Elf), Ian Petrella (Randy Parker), Tedde Moore (Miss Shields) and Zack Ward (Scut Farcus). Yano Anaya (Grover Dill) was also in attendance, but we couldn't find him when this pic was taken.

A few years later, when the "A Christmas Story House" was bought and renovated, I was one of the first in the door to see it all and Ian again. It has been wonderful keeping in touch over the years.

From: Don Sager (WI 1956)

Joe Garagiola meeting world-famous Kitty and Don Sager………...Dayton, Ohio, Mortgage Bankers Convention in the 1980’s.

From: Tim Cork (WI 1962)

Here are a few famous people I have met over the years and how I happened to meet them.

Joe Paterno - When Bridgeport High School won the state football championship a number of years ago, my daughter was the head cheerleader. We were invited to a banquet in Pittsburgh where Joe Paterno was the guest speaker. He hugged and kissed my daughter and shook my hand.

Tom Selleck - A number of years ago I was at a Braves baseball game and Tom Selleck was seated directly behind me. I had to turn and say hello and shake his hand. Got his picture that day also.

Troy Donahue - He was walking on the beach in Waikiki with his girlfriend. Living in Hawaii for two years, I happened to meet several movie stars and get their pictures. It became a must to carry a camera everywhere I went. No smart phones back then.

Elvis Presley - One day I was on the beach at Waikiki and Elvis was shooting a scene there for one of his movies. Met both him and his father and took several pictures.

Connie Stevens - She was shopping in Waikiki one day when I happened to see her. She stopped and allowed me to take her picture.

William F. Quinn - Governor Quinn of Hawaii

My second daughter was born in Hawaii. I received a letter of congratulations from him and an invite to his office.

Deion Sanders - I was in a batting cage in Atlanta one evening trying to hit some baseballs. Not doing too well, I heard a voice say, "can I come in and give you some pointers?" It was Deion Sanders, who was playing for the Atlanta Braves at the time. Well his pointers improved my stance, but I still couldn't hit the 90 MPH fast ball like him. In fact, I couldn't hit it at all.

Rose Mofford - Governor of Arizona

This was on business. The company I worked for made air pollution control devices and the state was interested in our product for use on several Indian reservations, where wood burning appliances had become a serious air pollution problem.

Chuck Connors - While living in Washington, PA, he autographed pictures for my girls and I got to shake hands with him. He starred on the television series "The Rifleman.

Walter Payton - Running back for the Chicago Bears.... I was playing golf at the Arizona Biltmore Country Club in Phoenix while on business there. After several holes, Walter approached the tee box we were on and asked if he could join us for this hole and then play through. He signed my score card and I have to say, that was the biggest hand I have ever shook. He out drove all of us with a 3 iron.

Arnold Palmer - Golf Pro

I first met Arnold Palmer at the Ligonier Country Club years ago when the company I worked for in Pittsburg had a golf outing there. Little did I know 20 years later I would spend time with him on the phone.

Years later, while working for another company in Atlanta that manufactured air pollution control devices, I received a call from Arnold Palmer. He had a wood burning stove with a catalytic converter in it and was looking for a replacement.

Wow did I give him service and in return he sent me an autographed picture and a license plate from his dealership in Latrobe, Pa.

Richard Petty - Racecar driver

I went to the Daytona 500 one year with my father and brother and while watching the time trials, I had the good fortune of meeting Richard Petty. Simple hand shake, but still a thrill. Really down to earth and he loved his fans.

Brooks Robinson - Baltimore Orioles

He was signing baseballs in Atlanta, Ga. Since I collected autographed baseballs, I went to the signing and got his. Shook hands and I must say, he was one nice person to talk with.

From: Roleta Meredith

A couple I have met: I remember in particular meeting Loren Green, from movies and the TV show, “Bonanza”. Bill’s mother had a TV fan crush on Loren Green. We took her and our little son to seen him at an autograph signing. I was first in line for some odd reason. He looked up from his signing and with a big smile, he said, “Welllll, hello there!” I was very flattered and a bit embarrassed as it was obvious he was coming on to me. Bill still teases me about this. I stood there and said, “This is my husband, my mother-in-law and my son.” Loren Green blushed, the people with him smiled and I walked on.

Another time, we were in Acapulco, Mx. We went to a night club with about 6 other people. We were seated very close to the raised stage. I think I actually sat at times with my elbow on the stage. Ray Anthony was preforming. He tried every way possible to get me to come up on the stage and be with him while he sang. At one time he suggested I come up and dance with him. Again, I was embarrassed but I still get kidded about it. - handsome men. Bill and I remember it well.

I have met several other famous people, however; I don’t collect pictures or autographs but I did collect compliments from 2 very nice gentlemen.

EDITOR’S NOTE: If you have met or have a story about a famous person, please respond. I will have more for the next newsletter.

FROZEN

From: Mike Snyder (1957)

I'm sending you shots Jill took in Blackwater Falls State Park on January 8, 2018.

It was 10 below zero at our house that morning.

DELICIOUS PEANUT BUTTER FLOP

From: Linda (Nutter) Gimmel (WI 1966)

Thanks so much for all you do with this newsletter. I look forward to it every month.

I would love to know if Jim Rogers or anyone else might have the real recipe for the peanut butter flop sauce. If someone would post it I would be thrilled. I have tried but I just can't get it exactly right. Thanks!

WORDS FROM OUR YOUTH

SOME LOST

From: Ralph Hardman (would have been WI 1959)

Murgatroyd!... Do you remember that word?

Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd?

Heavens to Mergatroyd! Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!

The other day a lady said something about driving a Jalopy and was looked at quizzically “What the heck is a Jalopy?"

She knew she was old.... but not that old.

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.

These phrases included

“Don’t touch that dial,”

“Carbon copy,”

“You sound like a broken record” and “Hung out to dry.”

Back in the olden days we had a lot of ‘moxie.’

We’ d put on our best ‘bib and tucker’ to’ straighten up and fly right’.

Heavens to Betsy!

Gee whillikers!

Jumping Jehoshaphat!

Holy moley!

We were ‘in like Flynn’

‘Living the life of Riley’'

Knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.

All the tea in China!

Back when we were young, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?

Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers...and... Saddle Stitched Pants

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!’ Or, “This is a ‘fine kettle of fish!” We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

We blinked, and they’re gone.

Pshaw,

The milkman did it.

Hey! It’s your nickel.

Knee high to a grasshopper.

Well, Fiddlesticks!

Going like sixty.

I’ll see you in the funny papers.

Don’t take any wooden nickels.

Wake up and smell the roses.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...

See ya later, alligator!

WI NEWSLETTER SCHOLARSHIP

From: Roleta1@aol.com

I am sure you know that the WIN Scholarship is a way for you readers to come together in one fellowship with a common purpose. That being to help a young Clarksburg graduate with their first year of college educational expenses. The check is written to the college/university of the child’s choice and deposited in their student aid account. From this the student may draw funds for educational purposes. Over the years we have awarded over $65,000.00. This is our way of giving back to Clarksburg. No amount that you give is too large or too small. I will accept a dollar or anything higher! If you give $10.00 to a child for college you really haven’t helped that child much but if you give $10.00 to the WIN Scholarship, we put your $10.00 (or whatever amount) with money from others and soon we have enough to give a very good scholarship that will really help a child. With the increasing costs of college, this year the aim is to give a $5,000.00 scholarship to one student graduating from R. C. Byrd High School with the Class of 2018. I would love for someone to match our check, just send me $5,000.00 and we will give TWO SCHOLARSHIPS. HORRAH!

I NEVER TELL HOW MUCH ANYONE GIVES!

Our one money maker for the scholarship is a yearly quilt raffle. We have a group of ladies who make quilt squares and Sue Selby Moats kindly donates her time to piece the pieces together and quilt if all on her long arm quilting machine. The drawing for the winning raffle ticket number will be in May. We used to do it earlier in the year but due to illnesses and circumstances beyond her control, Sue asked if she can have an extension this year. But ticket sales will end the end of APRIL. So better get your check made out and sent in today.

I HAVE NOT RECEIVED much money considering that this is the FEBRUARY newsletter. So PLEASE won’t you participate so we can again award our scholarship.

Either give or buy tickets to help. I will put your name on the tickets you buy and place them in the container for the drawing. The more you give to the scholarship, the more tickets you will have your name on.

The tickets cost $5.00 for 6 tickets or $10.00 gets 12 tickets. $50.00 will be 60 tickets. $75.00 gets 90 tickets and $100.00 gets your name on 120 tickets. $5300.00 and you will have your mane on 360 tickets.

PLEASE JOIN US IN GIVING BACK

Make Check payable to:

Roleta Meredith c/0 WIN Scholarship

MAIL TO:

Roleta Meredith

3201 Charles Mac Donald Dr.

Sarasota, Florida 34320

THOSE WHO GAVE MONEY TO THE SCHOLARSHIP IN JANUARY

Many thanks to all who gave to the WIN Scholarship this month. We are far below our goal. Every dollar counts. Please send your check today. See information about the scholarship on deeper in this newsletter.

Don (WI 1956) and Kitty Sager

Samuel Selario (WI 1957)

Tony Marchio (WI 1965)

Martha Jett (RW 1979)

Fred (WI 1953) and Eleanor Queen (WI 1954) Heflin

John Campbell (WI 1959)

Peggy Morris (WI 1955)

Herb Cashdollar (RW 1957)

Allen Alvarez (WI 1958)

Louis Palmer (WI 1957)

RONALD RICHARD SHAW

Ronald Richard Shaw, 80, departed this life Wednesday, Jan. 3, 2018.

He was born Sept. 16, 1937, in Clarksburg, a son of the late Troy Jackson and Edythe Rae Robey Shaw.

Twice married, he was preceded in death by his first wife, Florence Taylor Shaw; and his son, Howard Richard Shaw. On June 21, 2002, he married Karen Wallace Shaw, who survives.

Also surviving are one daughter, Ronna (Michael); grandchildren, Dylan (Heather) Pomykacz and Mikeala Promycatz; stepdaughters, Kimberly Eugene) Boyce and Jennifer (Brad) Griffin and stepson, Jay Rhoads.

Ron was a loving husband, father, grandfather and stepfather.

Mr. Shaw was a Baptist by faith and a Mason. He was a 20-year veteran of the U.S. Coast Guard, obtaining the rank of CWO3. He was especially proud of his award-winning galley. Mr. Shaw served in Vietnam. He had also worked at the Louis A. Johnson Medical Center, Clarksburg as a Telephone Operator. He was the former manager of Century 21 Real Estate Company, Bridgeport. He enjoyed making friends laugh and never met a stranger.

MARY ANN RODA TIANO

Mary Ann Roda Tiano, 79, passed away on Friday, January 5, 2018, at Ruby Memorial Hospital following a brief illness.

She was born in Clarksburg, on October 19, 1938, a daughter of the late James and Virginia Cava Roda.

Mrs. Tiano was married to John Tiano, who preceded her in death on June of 1984.

She is survived by two sons, John Tiano and James “J.R.” Tiano; one granddaughter, Emma Rose Tiano; and one sister, Thelma Patsy.

Also surviving are nephews and nieces; brother-in-law, Sam (Judy) Tiano, Gloria Smith; aunt, Lucy Romano and her children Paul and Judy Romano, David and Sally Romano, Michael and Amy Romano and John Romano.

In addition to her parents and husband, she was preceded in death by one sister, Betty Shaffer; sister-in-law, Marlene Hinig; and brother-in-law, Lowell Smith.

Mary Ann graduated from Washington Irving High School and went on to graduate from Duquesne University. She started her teaching career at Lost Creek High School and was formerly the Dean of Students at Salem College in the ’70s.

She was the owner of The Accessory in Morgantown for several years, and after closing her store, she taught at Notre Dame High School, until her recent illness.

TERRY JOSEPH GREAVER, SR.

Terry Joseph Greaver Sr., 64, of Clarksburg, WV, passed away on Saturday, Jan. 6, 2018, at the United Hospital Center following an extended illness.

He was born in Clarksburg, on Dec. 2, 1953, a son of the late Carl and Dorothy Kerere Greaver.

He is survived by his loving wife, Sandra Lynn Johnson Greaver, whom he married on March 11, 1972.

He is also survived by one son, Terry Joseph “TJ” (Jennifer) Greaver; three daughters, Lisa Greaver (Jimmy) Marsh, Melissa Greaver (Alan) Wilfong, and Kaysee Greaver; four grandchildren, Terijen Joseph Greaver, Ali Marie Wilfong, Caleb Alexander Wilfong and Seth Alan Wilfong; two brothers, Bill (Joanne) Greaver, John (Joyce) Greaver; one sister, Sandra (Tom)Frum and husband Tom; as well as several nieces and nephews.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by one half-brother, Tom Greaver, and two half-sisters, Phyliss and Barbara Greaver.

Terry was a member of the North View United Methodist Church and served on several church committees.

He was a graduate of Victory High School and a retired driver with West Virginia Beer Distributors. He formerly drove for Coca Cola Bottling Company.

Terry was a former Clarksburg City Council member and former mayor and vice mayor of Clarksburg. He was a member of the Municipal League of Cities and vice president of the State Municipal League of Cities.
He was also a member of the North View Lions Club. Terry coached youth sports in the Clarksburg Central Little League and Jerry West Basketball League. He served on the board of the West Virginia Italian Heritage Festival and former board of the Central West Virginia Transit Authority.

MELINDA LOUISE MALFREGEOT

Melina Louise Malfregeot, 89, of Clarksburg, WV, passed away on Jan. 7, 2018, at Bridgeport Health Care Center.

She was born in Clarksburg on Oct. 10, 1928, a daughter of the late Addison Powell and Jeanie Philipart Powell.

She was preceded in death by her husband of 52 years, Jules Malfregeot, on Nov. 6, 2000.

She is survived by three sons, Richard P. (Donna) Malfregeot, J.B. (Ava) Malfregeot, and Thomas Malfregeot; son-in-law, Joseph Oliveto; six grandchildren, several great-grandchildren; sister-in-law, Rose Malfregeot; as well as several nieces and nephews.

In addition to her parents and husband, she was preceded in death by her daughter, Linda Oliveto; daughter-in-law, Jessica Malfregeot; grandson, Justin Michael Malfregeot; brother, Jack Powell; sister, Judith Dubecky; brother-in-law, Phillip Malfregeot and his wife Ellen Margaret; and brother-in-law, Marcel Malfregeot.

Melina was a member of St. James Catholic Church and graduated from Victory High School in 1946, where she was a cheerleader. Along with her husband, she managed the Chatterbox in Adamston for several years.

IRENE DAVIS

Irene was born on June 27, 1936, at home in Stonewood, WV, to Beatrice Anabel Kilmer Malcolm and Virgil Troy Malcolm, who both preceded her in death.

She was also preceded in death by her former husbands, Anthony F. (Tony) DeFazio, the father of her children; William G. (Bill) Winters, and Clarence F. (Clare) Davis.

In addition to her parents and husbands, she was also preceded in death by her brothers, Willis and Neil Malcolm.

Irene is survived by her two sons, Joseph “Joe” (Jill) DeFazio, David (Kay) DeFazio; and daughter, Katrina DeFazio and her significant other, Scot Sponsler. She is also survived by her twin brother, William “Bill” (Mary Ann), and her sister, Virginia (Ginny) Malcolm. Also surviving are her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. Irene is also survived by a number of nieces and nephews, as well as other relatives.

She attended Roosevelt-Wilson High School, was a former employee of Eagle Convex Glass Factory, United Hospital Center of Clarksburg and after moving to Ohio, she retired from Medina General Hospital in Medina, OH

BARBARA JEAN TOMES WHITEHAIR

Barbara Jean Tomes Whitehair, 68, of Clarksburg, passed away on Monday, Jan. 1, 2018, in the Ruby Memorial Hospital following an extended illness.

She was born in Clarksburg on Sept. 23, 1949, a daughter of the late Homer Tomes Sr. and Flossie Williams Nay.

Surviving are six children, Scott (Julie) Tomes, Michelle Tomes and her companion Nathaniel, Todd Lancaster, Joni (Matt) Richison and her husband Matt, David Lancaster, and April (Pat) Richison; 10 grandchildren, Hannah, Hobie and Heidi Tomes, Elias and Ethan Grant, Merissa Buffey, Patrick and Samantha Richison, Abbie Lowther and her husband Dustin, Alexandria Richison; three brothers, Charles (Shirley) Nay, Raymond Nay and Elbie “Steve” (Sandra) Nay; two sisters, Lucille (David) Baker and Virginia Jenkins and her companion Robert Griffith and several nieces and nephews. She was also preceded in death by two sisters, Dorothy Lancaster and Ella Calvert; and two brothers, Donald and George Nay.

Mrs. Whitehair graduated from Victory High School and was retired from Heritage Nursing Home. She was a member of the Hepzibah Baptist Church and attended the Oak Mound Evangelical Church.

DELORES JEAN CARVELLI CORCOGLIONITI

Delores Jean Carvelli Corcoglioniti, 85, of Bridgeport, WV, passed away after an extended illness and 11-year battle with dementia and Alzheimer’s, surrounded by her loving family, on Jan. 1, 2018.

She was born in Stonewood, WV, on Sept. 1, 1932, a daughter of the late Luigi and Anna Figler Carvelli.

She is survived by her loving husband of 61 years, Mike (Corky) Corcoglioniti.

She is also survived by three children, Susan (John) Stogran, Michele (Jeff) Chalfant, and Michael Corcoglioniti. She is also survived by five grandchildren. Also surviving are two brothers, Sam Carvelli and his companion Lois Webb, and James (Karen) Carvelli; and one sister, Patricia Beto; along with several nieces, nephews, great- nieces and great-nephews.

She was also preceded in death by four brothers, Frank Carvelli, George Carvelli, Joe Carvelli and infant John Carvelli; five sisters, Rose Perri, Elizabeth Signorelli, Mary McIntire, Anna Danes and infant Virginia Carvelli.

Delores was a 1950 graduate of Roosevelt-Wilson High School. She was employed by Eagle Convex Glass in Clarksburg, WV, and Popular Dry Goods of El Paso, TX. Delores was a very devoted Catholic and a member of Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic Church in Stonewood, WV.

ANGELINE MARGARET SKOCIK LIGHT

Angeline Margaret Skocik Light entered eternal rest Thursday, December 28, 2017. She was born May 31, 1915, in Clarksburg, WV, the youngest of eleven children. Her parents, Ferdinand and Maria Skocik, were immigrants from Lipnicia, Slovakia, and preceded her in death. Though her life began in Clarksburg and Charleston, WV, for many years she resided in Covington, LaGrange, and Atlanta, GA. Her final years were spent in Mandeville, LA. Angeline was married to Jack Light, who preceded her in death. After Jack's death, Angeline worked as a sales associate for Belk's Department Store in Covington and LaGrange, as well as Rich's Department Store until her retirement. Angeline lived to the remarkable age of 102 years old, and upon becoming a centenarian, she received congratulatory messages from the President of the United States, and Senators, U.S. Congressmen, and Governors, representing WV, GA, and LA. This was all punctuated with an Apostolic Blessing from Pope Francis. Jack and Angeline had a loving marriage and raised five children, A. Ronald Light (Elisabeth Pelligrino), Paul Light (Antoinette Petito) (both deceased); Margaret Light (William Long, Sr.) (deceased); John Light (Ann McIntire); Lawrence Light (Jo Ann Hughes). Angeline has 14 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren, and 2 great-great-grandchildren.

WILLIAM “Bill” CARDER

William “Bill” Albert Carder, 76, of Bridgeport, WV, passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, Jan. 16, 2018, at the United Hospital Center.

He was born on Jan. 19, 1941, in Newport News, VA, a son of the late Curtis Oral Carder and Mary Louise Frye Carder. He is survived by his wife of 57 years, Ellen Lucille “Lucy” Jenkins Carder, whom he married on Aug. 9, 1961.

Also surviving are one daughter, Terri (Mark) Hamrick; three grandchildren, Ryan Hamrick, Kyle(Ashley) Hamrick and Haleigh Hamrick; one great-granddaughter, Dave Carder, Donnie (Joy) Carder, Nancy (Fay) and Mark (Hazel) Carder; and several nieces and nephews.

Along with his parents, he was also preceded in death by one brother, Jack Carder, and sister-in-law, Sandy Carder.

Bill was a graduate of Victory High School, Class of 1959 and worked for over 30 years at Chenoweth Ford in the sales department. He was a member of the NRA, an avid coon hunter and a member of the Marshville, Lost Creek and Hackers Valley Coon Hunters Association, as well as several others throughout the area.

Submitted by daughter Sarah Julian Schneider (saranjs1@aol.com) Could my mother have been the only 1937 WI grad still living?

THERESA M. MORINI (WI 1937)

(Cavallaro Julian)

Born May 17, 1919 in Glen Elk, Theresa Marie Morini, formerly of Clarksburg, WV and Anderson, SC died in Pittsburgh, PA at 98 on November 24, 2017. The daughter of Dominic and Anna Oliverio Cavallaro, she was also raised by Mamie Scyphers Cavallaro after her mother died. Theresa was married to the late John D. Julian from 1942-1981 and the late Nello Morini 1989-1996. She is the mother of Sarah (Charles) Schneider, Pittsburgh (ND ’63), and the late Kathleen (Gary) Mulholland (ND ’65).  She is survived by four grandchildren: Jeffrey (Christina) Schneider, Jeanne Schneider (Michael) Elder, Sean (Angela) Mulholland, Brian (Meredith) Mulholland and great grandchildren: Madeline and Jeffrey Schneider; Gabriel, Makai, Dominic and Alexander Elder; Julian, Porter, Kathryn and Rowan Mulholland.

Theresa was the second oldest of six children including surviving sisters Anna (Robert) Lacey-Thompson, Surrey, England and Elizabeth Cavallaro, Apopka, FL and the late Lou Cavallaro, Lena Auriti, and Mary Bjorklund.

 John Julian (WI ’29) was a CPA in Clarksburg, WV and Theresa worked with him in the business for many years until his death in 1981. She moved to Anderson, SC near her daughter Kathleen’s family, where she met and married Nello Morini in 1989. ‘Rini’ died in 1996 and her daughter Kathleen in 2000.  She then moved to Pittsburgh to be near her daughter Sarah. She is buried next to John in Holy Cross Cemetery.

COLEEN MARIE TREIZE

Coleen Marie Tresize, 58, of Clarksburg, WV, passed away on Saturday, Jan. 13, 2018, at the United Hospital Center, from a sudden illness.

She was born in Morgantown, WV, on Dec. 31, 1959, a daughter of Barbara McGee Burns of Clarksburg and the late Richard Joseph Burns.

In addition to her mother, she is survived by her husband, Robert Allen Tresize, whom she married on July 18, 1981.

Also surviving are two sons, Richard C. Tresize and Robert Allen Tresize III; one daughter, Ruth Ann Hayes; four grandchildren; as well as several nieces and nephews.

In addition to her father, she was preceded in death by a brother, Hans Burns.

Coleen was Catholic by faith and graduated from Washington Irving High School, Class of 1978. She was employed with Kroger in downtown Clarksburg.