THE WI NEWSLETTER 07/03

THE WI NEWSLETTER

Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith

Issue 47

July 2003

PAYMENT IS DUE
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com
If you are reading this and you haven't contributed recently, shame on you! You aren't making my job very easy! This newsletter is free. All I have ever ask in return for my work is for you to contribute an article, a memory or a picture. Is this too high a price for you to pay?

ICE MAN
submitted by: Jim Alvaro (WI '56)
Jalvaro@aol.com
Do you remember the Iceman? When the lady of the house needed ice for the icebox, she would place this card in the window facing the street for the Iceman to see. Each set of numbers represents the amount of ice the person wants in the ice box. You will notice a hole above each number. The card was hung in the window usually on a nail. The number the housewife placed up at the top was the amount of ice she needed delivered. That way, the iceman knew how much ice was needed before he walked up to the house. This saved a lot of steps as most of the houses were up or down steps from the road.

I was too young to drive the truck when most people had iceboxes but there were still a few with iceboxes when I started working in the Ice plant. I had to chop off a piece of a 300 lb block of ice and wrap in with a small piece of canvas. Then I put it on my shoulder and would carry it through the house and put it in the ice box. Kids would follow the truck as if it was an ice cream truck especially in the heat of the summer. Nothing better than a small piece of ice to suck on when you are really hot.

I also carried 100 lb canvas bags of crushed ice to restaurants that had no ice makers and put it in their ice boxes. We would walk completely through the restaurant dripping water on the floor but they had someone to mop behind us.

There still is large demand for ice. North Pole Ice Co sells a lot of crushed ice for it’s vending machines all over the area. There is not much demand for block ice anymore unless an ice company is not as automated as North Pole Ice and needs the block ice to crush for its bags of crushed ice.

When I got older, I would load 27 blocks at 300 lbs on a truck and take it to the train station in Grafton and then unload. The train would pick it up at the icehouse and use for refrigeration on the railroad cars. I would do this about 2 times a day. The railroad used a lot of ice back then. After I delivered the ice, I worked in the ice plant store. We sold groceries, wine and beer, and we had a good business with the frozen food locker rentals. It was also interesting during deer season when the hunters would bring their deer in and hang them up in the cooler. By the way my brother Fred worked at the ice plant. I worked every summer and then on weekends when I could. I WAS in great shape THEN handling the heavy ice.

I worked a lot for Bill Viglianco, who owned the company and eventually became my best man when I got married. Now he has some of his sons and daughters running the company which has really expanded. I visit with them every time I go into Clarksburg. I know a lot of my buddies will remember when I worked at the ice plant. They know who they are without me mentioning them.

We use to take the 300 lb block of ice and score it into sections and then cut it into 100, 50, and 25 lb blocks. We would run it through a crushing machine, depending what size bags we were bagging and tie them up and stack for delivery, vending machines, or customer pickup. Viglianco brothers took me through the ice company last year. It is very interesting to see how it is done now. It is totally automated. Machines make the cubes and send it down a conveyor. The machine bags and ties it automatically. What a process!

A long time before I got involved with North Pole Ice, I think most ice companies were Ice and Coal Companies.

Back then if I remember right, a 10 # bag of crushed ice was .25 and now I believe they are around $1.00. A 50# block was .35 and I don't know what it would be now if you could find any. I remember we used to split a 25# block in half and put in those big metal water cans for the constructors and fill their cans up with water before they went to work on their jobs. There would be trucks lined up in front of the platform waiting on us to open so they could get their ice. I really enjoyed working there.

I hope this all makes sense to you Roleta. If not let me know and I will try to explain better. If I can't. then I will tell you about the times I delivered milk. Just kidding, I don't want you to loose your readers. I know John Harrison is saying " H***. I know what Alvaro is talking about.

JUNE TRIVIA PICTURE
THE EMPIRE NATIONAL BANK

Thanks to Freddie Layman who sent us a current picture of how the bank looks today!

submitted by: Annette S. White (WI '63)
Aswhiteca1@aol.com

This is a wild guess, but the first thing that came to mind was the Empire Bank on the corner of Main and South Fourth Street. My friend, Anita Ritchie's mother was a teller at that bank and I remember visiting her in one of those booths. Wild Guess!

submitted by: Stumpie Evan Bice (WI '61-2)
Evansbice@aol.com

I was never in the Empire Bank during that time frame the picture was taken. It has been updated inside and now is part of the BB&T system. The Highland family, along with the Clarksburg Exponent/Telegram owned the original Empire Bank. The bank is still located on the corner of Main and 4th. Clarksburg Publishing is located on Hewes Avenue, which is near the Towers Grade School which has been torn down and Central Jr. H. S. still remains standing, but not in use.

submitted by: Sandy Iaquinta (WI '59)
Sandiq@iolinc.net

Dear Roleta--Thanks again for the terrific newsletter. The picture is of the old Empire Bank Building I believe.

Just got back from Florida. I was visiting my brother Sam in Punta Gorda. It is so beautiful there. I've had two days of rain since I've been back in WV. See you at the reunion in Aug.

submitted by: Lawrence Kinney (WI '51)
djkinney@dnet.net

The June trivia picture looks like it may be the teller cages at the old Empire Bank on the corner of Main & Fourth. When I was a small child I had a bank with slots around it for the different coins. It could only be opened with a key that the bank had.

Keep up the good work.

submitted by: Diana Shablack Sandy (WI '69)
Icedteadee@aol.com

I think it was the Empire Bank on the corner of Main and 4th Streets across from Friedlanders or the bank on the corner of Main and 3rd Streets across from the Courthouse. I can't remember which bank was which.

submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
Fglvhs1946@aol.com

The photo is of the former Empire National Bank lobby located at 400 W. Main St. in Clarksburg, WV. The bank opened at this location in 1907. It’s first location was opened in 1903 in the Oak Hall Building directly across the street from where the bank is now located. In 1966 the lobby was remodeled and a drive through facility was installed.

When the bank opened in 1907 it had 70 office rooms. Lawyers and doctors rented most of these rooms. Some other tenants through the years were a barbershop, dentist, insurance companies, brokerage companies, construction companies, hearing aid occupants, optometrist, and architects.

In 1944 the bank name was changed to One Valley Bank. Today the bank is known as BB&T. This name change occurred in the spring of 2001.

JULY TRIVIA PICTURE

PICTURE CONTRIBUTED BY FREDDIE LAYMAN
Do you recognize this trivia picture? Please write to me and tell me what it is and why you remember it. Write to Roleta1@aol.com. Thanks

NEW E-MAIL ADDRESSES

Annette Smith White (WI '63)	ASWhiteca1@aol.com
Joe Malone (WI '52)	Jmalone934@aol.com
Nancy Pollock Swats (WI '64)	Nswats@aol.com
Jack Leslie D. Holdsworth (WI 49)	lholdswo@tampabay.rr.com
Rocco S. Murial (ND '65)	rsmurial@home.com
Bob Fittro (WI '49)	fittro@myexcel.com
Jim Gaidos (WI '54)	jag@physics.perdue.edu
Carmen Romano (WI '55)	jackictr@aol.com
Jacki Tiano Romano (WI '56)	jackictr@aol.com
Diana Shablack Sandy (WI '69)	Icedteadee@aol.com
Dave Garrett (WI '53)	Dgarr237@aol.com
Francine Willison-Perry (WI '64)	FrancineWP@aol.com
Jeanie Dillmore Mason (WI '58)	Masonimo@charter.net
Annette Shaffer White (WI '63)	ASWHITECA1@aol.com
Jim Mills (WI '49)	jpmills2001@yahoo.com
Dian Gantz Hurley (WI '46)	WIClassof1946@aol.com
Cindy Miller Murphy (WI ‘74)	clmurphy@gwinnettpl.org
Carolyn Hornor Wilson (lived in Golf Plaza would have been WI '60)	chw10@gv.psu.edu

CHANGE OF ADDRESS

Fran Tate Barrett (WI '50)	flmom1cat@aol.com
Chad Sinsel (WI '53)	ChadandNuala@aol.com
Bob Bartos (WI '58)	rbbart@wharf.ship.edu
Bob Turner (WI '58)	bobturner@myactv.net

JULY BIRTHDAYS AND ANNIVERSARIES
Please send your birth date and date of your anniversary to Gary Weiner cias@iolinc.net . Thanks

BIRTHDAYS

5 Bill Meredith (Monongah '57)	billmere@aol.com
7 Bryan McIntyre (WI '65)	BMcintyre@ec.rr.com
8 Joanne W. Tetrick (WI '52)	Fragilegranny34@aol.com
24 Mary Sue Clark Spahr (WI '56)	Msspahr@aol.com
29 Sharyn Cottrill McGahan (WI '59)	Mtmama@iolinc.net
29 Gary Weiner (WI '60)	cias@iolinc.net

ANNIVERSARIES
21 Delores Costlow Wall (WI '58) and David Wall kidneybean60@aol.com

THE SNEEZE
They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-three students filing into the crowded auditorium. With rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would not pray during the commencements ----- not by choice but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling.

They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine, until the final speech received a standing ovation. A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then he delivered his speech. An astounding - SNEEZE!

The rest of the students rose immediately to their feet, and in unison they said, "GOD BLESS YOU."

The audience exploded into applause. The graduating class found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.

THOSE TUSTIN KIDS
submitted by: Marianna Waroblak Coey (WI '56)
Mariannaw2001@yahoo.com
Actually, I just now copied the June newsletter to peruse at home. I use the computers at school always, so, since I am not here in summer, I just stop by from time to time to check. My husband is the director of the private school where I teach, Colorado Timberline Academy, and it is a 33-mile commute from my home. This is in reference to the photo of the 3 kids that you featured. At a glance, I knew them to be my old neighbors and grade-school buddies, Bucky, Carolyn and Marolyn Tustin. Carolyn was much older than Marolyn and me, as we were in the same class from first grade. Bucky was two years older. We attended Morgan GradeSchool. They lived on Duff Street, just down the hill from the school. I lived essentially one block over and two blocks down from Morgan School on Stealey Avenue. Marolyn and I kept going to school together until we finished WI with the class of 1956, along with another of your faithful readers, Babe Bisping.

Marolyn and I still are in touch frequently. We catch up at every one of our reunions, which we both faithfully attend. We write to one another several times a year and this Spring Break, when we were in Florida, I talked to Marolyn on the phone and visited Babe. Marolyn is also a good friend of my sister-in-law, Sue Roland Waroblak, who also graduated with us in 1956. My brother, Ted, graduated in 1958.

I have many fond memories of Marolyn's mom who was great - also, her dad. I can still see him sitting on their front porch in his work clothes with his lunch box.

Marolyn was such a skinny kid growing up. She always wore glasses. I have often marveled at how beautiful she turned out to be - one of the most attractive women I know, at her age.

Anyway, if you print any of this, I'd like to remind everyone from the old "hood" and from WI class of 1956 that it's imperative that you attend the 50th reunion in about 3 summers. Because that's how and where we all keep in touch, share memories and, who knows, it may be our last. Take care.

TO THE MEMBERS OF WI CLASS OF 1959
...Hey Classmate: Did you receive your postcard in the mail about the Class Reunion in 2004? If not, e-mail me, we need your current address. If you did receive it, please e-mail a little story and the requested information to Sharyn Cottrill McGahan - mtmama@iolinc.net. We want this information for the directory of classmates, which she is making up. Even if you don’t plan on attending, please send in your information. And if you don’t plan on attending, you better have a great excuse!

We want to see you whether you are a millionaire living in Alaska or a retired gardener living on Main Street in Clarksburg.

REUNION as defined in Webster’s Dictionary: a gathering of persons after separation; a meeting, assembly, or festive gathering, as of a family, familiar friends, associates, or members of a class or society. We can not meet the criteria for this definition if you aren’t there! Thanks

PRECIOUS CHILD FOR JUNE

Only one of you recognized the picture of the Precious Child for June. Maybe we should have given you a clue, it isn’t a girl, it is a boy. Need another clue? He graduated in 1956 from WI. This little boy grew into a very nice man with a terrific sense of humor and a wonderful personality. He was the oldest of three sons. Now that you have seen the pictures, you can see those big dark eyes haven’t changed one bit. It is Jim Alvaro (WI 1956)

submitted by: Fred Alvaro (WI '59)
Falvaro33@aol.com
That precious child is my fun-loving, always-happy brother, Jim. He enjoys life more than anyone I have ever met. When our parents, who are now deceased, were feeling their worse.... it was Jim who could make them laugh. I am very proud to be his brother (younger). Now....why the dress?? Up until I was TWO years old, I thought I had a sister.

PRECIOUS CHILDEN FOR JULY

Do you recognize the Precious Childen for July? Please send you guess to Roleta1@aol.com.

submitted by: Ken McIe (WI '59
Kenmcie@yahoo.com

Your work in building a living history of the 'good old days' is deeply appreciated by all of us. In my case, it is a scrap book of those times. I love you for it.

EDITOR'S NOTE: You are truly a man after my heart. I love those sweet words, they are music to my ears!

submitted by: Barbara Sutton Elder (WI '57)
BSE6@webtv.net

As a youngster growing up in Clarksburg we lived on Grove Avenue in Stealey so I was a Morgan Grade School brat. My closest neighbors were the Kyle boys, K.B and Philip, Ed Wilfong lived directly across the street. My memories are like yours, have to be jogged quite a bit but then we've been away for 41 years --a long time. Again, Roleta, thanks a lot for sending me the news and I will try to add something to the newsletter. You do a wonderful job putting all that together, Lord the time that must take but oh my the pleasure that it brings to so many of us!!

The students that lived in Stealey were bussed back and forth for lunch every day. We had a chartered bus that took us home for lunch and then back to school for the afternoon classes. This also continued all through W.I. as well.

Anyway, I remember many things about Central but probably the one that stands out the most was the death of a fellow classmate. My homeroom was 207 and the teacher was Miss Ferguson. I don’t remember the exact date but Howard Creighton and Tom Allen had been visiting at Sheryl Langlet's house in Golf Plaza. They were walking across the bridge and the ground was frozen. Howard stepped down on a frozen section of sidewalk and slipped on a frozen board and fell out in front of a car and was killed instantly. I can remember the black wreath on our door at school and how sad everyone was. Also with the permission of Howard's parents, our entire class went to the funeral with Miss Ferguson. What a sad and horrible time that was. Although I loved Central Junior High very much , that memory of the sadness of our class has always remained with me.

submitted by: Carolyn Hornor Wilson (lived in Golf Plaza--would have grad WI '60)
chw10@gv.psu.edu

I would love to be on the “mailing” list for the Newsletter. Mary Stump led me to it last week. I did not graduate from WI (class of 1960) but I did spend the first two years there. I went to boarding school in Virginia for my junior and senior years. I did come back to WVU so did renew many friendships there.

If there is a process and/or fee to enroll, please let me know. This I my work e-mail but I am here M-TH.

If there is any info you please let me know. Does a list exist of where people are, e-mail addresses, etc.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

submitted by: David Bevan (WI '61)
Dabevan445@hotmail.com

My name is David Bevan and I am a 1961 graduate of W I. My brother-in-law, Herb Cottrill sent me the last newsletter and what memories it brought back. The effort you put forth in compiling the newsletter has got to be a labor of love. Please put me on the distribution list If everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I have the whole country must be smiling.

Editor’s note: Judy and I really appreciate your attitude!

submitted by: Dave Garrett (WI '53)
Dgarr237@aol.com

Hello Roleta, what a wonderful experience in finding your news letter for the first time, I still have not finished reading the comments from the great people from the hill. Please add me to your list, I am going back to our 50th this summer, thank you again for a great job.

submitted by: Jeanie Dillmore Mason (WI '58)
Masonimo@charter.net

Hi Roleta. My best friend Janet Webb Wendt, sent me your e-mail address for this site. I am excited about getting it. I just read the new letter and it was great. Would like to be added to your e-mail list. I graduated in 1958. I now live in New Martinsville, W. Va.; my Mother is still in Clarksburg. Would like to write more later. Thank you

submitted by: Nancy Pollock Swats (WI '64)
Nswats@aol.com

After John Teter contacted me and let me know about this site, I have just spent most of the day reading archived newsletters. Thank goodness my boss is gone because I got nothing else accomplished. What fun--what memories. I hope to be in contact with my classmates more often as a result of this newsletter. You have done a wonderful job!!!

submitted by: Dian Gantz Hurley (WI '46)
WIClassof1946@aol.com

I was just made aware of your newsletter a few weeks ago, and it has taken until just this night to locate it and get to it on the web.

It seems to be a really great thing you are doing! Congratulations on a job well done!

The Classes of 1945 and 1946 of good 'ole WIHS are planning a reunion next April 23rd and 24th, 2004, at Via Venita.

Also, the trivia picture? The teller's windows at the Empire National Bank! Spent lots of time through the years going to this bank for my parents, and later for my own family.

Keep up the good work,

submitted by: Martha Ann Jefferies Rice (WI '55)
Lonoma@aol.com

I sent a note to you in the guest part of the web site.

The gist of my correspondence is that my father worked at the Akro Agate Marble Factory until his untimely death at age 38. I remember the marbles and many of the places mentioned in the newsletter. It is great to have people with such super memories writing, so that I can refresh my mind.

I appreciate the effort you expend in creating this wonderful newsletter. Thank you!

EDITOR’S NOTE: I do not check the web site often. The web site is there as a courtesy from Judy so that you may post a message to other alumni. Mail for me or the newsletter must be sent to Roleta1@aol.com … thanks

submitted by: Wade Coffindaffer (WI '68)
coffindaffer@wvbc.org

Director of Conference Center Ministries
WV Baptist Conference Center
304-372-3675

Roleta: I really enjoyed reading the latest edition. Although there weren't any contributions from my, I did enjoy the memories provided by the classmates of yours and my sister, Connie Sue (Coffindaffer) Ferrell (Class of '58). Especially about the "characters" around town. Did they forget "Pop Bottle Pete" with his wheelbarrow and often one of his children or did my aging eyes just miss that one?

I still get back to Clarksburg, although infrequently, to visit my mother, who still lives in Stealey, and sister, Connie, who lives at Jane Lew. My sister Debbie (Coffindaffer) Oyler (Class of '71, I think) lives in Latrobe, PA and we meet up at Mom's from time to time.

On my visit last October I was scheduled to speak for the morning worship services at Clarksburg Baptist Church (my home church) and the announcement board on the corner of the building said "Wade Coffindaffer Preaching". I apologized to the congregation for the misrepresentation, noting to them that I am a speaker and teacher in the church, but lay no claims to be able to preach. As you know, I am a lay employee of the West Virginia Baptist Convention of American Baptist Churches/USA and serve those 475 member churches in WV as their Director of Conference Center Ministries. My office is at our state conference center near Ripley (WV Baptist Conference Center at Parchment Valley), but my wife, Linda, and I have lived in Spencer for 31 years.

Oh, by the way, we just became grandparents on April 16 with the addition of a fabulous granddaughter, Katie Meredith Gaughan. They borrowed her middle name from her mother's best friend in pharmacy school at WVU, Betsy Meredith of Shinnston, who is probably a cousin of your husband.

submitted by: Janet Molle Morse (WI '54)
Jmorse@lcia.com

My sister Cynthia Molle Oates (WI ’58) told me about your newsletter and I was delighted to read through the back issues. It was better than taking a memory course.

I graduated from WVU in ’58 and worked as an editor on the Orlando (FL) Sentinel until my marriage. For the next 40 years we lived in Los Angeles, Miami, Jacksonville and Atlanta while raising 3 boys. I was working for an advertising agency in Atlanta when we decided to prepare for our retirement. We moved to Tavares, FL, a tiny little town with one traffic light and surrounded by beautiful lakes. It was a culture shock of the finest kind.

As a footnote I’d like to share an incident that greatly affected our lives. Before his retirement my husband was a senior systems engineer, then project manager, for Unisys. In 2000 his company was awarded a contract with the New York Port Authority and Bill was one of the men selected to participate. As a true Southern boy he was supposed to "go up there and turn those New Yorkers sweet". And he did. What an extraordinary time! Bill made a ton of friends. His apartment was in a high rise in Jersey City right on the Hudson overlooking Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. It took him 10 minutes on the Path train to get to work. I flew up several weekends and we traipsed all over Manhattan. This Clarksburg girl became familiar with the subways, trains and the ferry. Bill’s office was on the 67th floor of Bldg. 1 in the World Trade Center. I recall having lunch in the restaurant on the top floor and I could see small planes flying below us. (How prophetic.) At the end of the year Bill’s company came out with an early retirement package that was too good to pass up. The Port Authority offered him a job and, as much as he wanted to accept, we knew we couldn’t afford to live in New York without that good old per diem. Was God’s hand at work here?

On 9/11 my husband was out on his boat fishing when I turned on the TV and saw the devastation. I called him in and for the next three days he tried to email several of his friends. Finally, one of them responded and said that at least all of the Unisys people made it out.

I know this event is old news to everyone, that it has nothing to do with our hometown, and perhaps some of you out there have similar stories about that day. But Bill and I will never forget a place that was so momentous in our lives and yet has so tragically disappeared.

MEMORIES
submitted by: Mary Stump Harrell (WI '55)
Harrellm@earthlink.net
That is the Empire Bank on the corner of Main and 4th Street. I don't have any particular memories of it to share. But I have been remembering things.

We used to walk back and forth for lunch from grade school, junior high, and high school. I remember so many little things. On the corner of Main and Clay lived the Kennedys. They had a great buckeye tree in their front yard, and we used to love to pick up the buckeyes - they were so beautifully brown and shiny - but we never knew what to do with them after we had collected them. Then, also in front of the Kennedy's and on, at least as far as the Keelys or farther, there were wrought iron hitching posts - left over from the days when they would have been used to hitch the horses up. And wrought iron fences - the old fashioned kind. I wonder if these are still there (after 50 years or so!).

I have clear memories of junior high - I remember all my teachers, I think. As a teacher myself (retired), I marvel at what they were able to do for us. I remember having failed a math test in Miss Smith's class and having to stay after school every day for a week. The test was a check on our knowledge of the multiplication tables. There were many 5 x 0 and 4 x 0 and whatever x zero problems - and in each case I had written the number as the answer (5, 4, whatever). So I had to stay after school and write the times zero numbers for 30 minutes every day.

I remember art and music classes particularly - they were a treat because they did not occur every day.

I remember Mrs. Bates (seventh grade geography) at the beginning of the year standing in her doorway as we filed into the classroom - she held a ruler up to her lips and looked so fierce that she certainly filled me with dread! But she turned out to be so nice and a good teacher. It was only after I started teaching did I learn the old trick of looking as mean as you can in the beginning and only after you have the kids in hand do you relax and let them know you are a human being too.

I remember our 8th grade math teacher - I have forgotten his name - trying to teach us to take square roots. The procedure was totally baffling to us and I remember him telling us not to worry about why we must do it that way, just learn the method.

I remember Mr. Lowther and his chewing tobacco - can you imagine a principal in our politically correct times, chewing tobacco in school? For that matter, I remember changing classes at WI when Mr. Palmer and Mr. Duckworth and Mr. Gudekunst would stand together outside the chemistry lab to supervise -- and smoke a cigarette. In the 70's when I subbed at WI, the teachers went outside between classes for a cigarette. I'll bet that today they don't smoke on the school grounds -- ?

To change the subject, is the precious child Marion or Linda Spelsberg? I know it is not Carolyn - and probably not a Spelsberg at all - but it does look like one of them.

Enough. As usual, I love the newsletter and can't wait to set aside time to read it each month. We all owe you.

REMEMBERING
Picture provided by: Woody Garrett (WI '53)
woody585@bellsouth.net

Above is a picture of the rail in front of Blands Drug Store. Pictured are: L to R Eddie Gaston Jack Sanderbeck Dave Earp Jack Emerick.

WI WILL SHINE
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com

This picnic is for anyone who ever attended WI, graduated from WI or wish they had been privileged enough to do so! HaHa….

August 23, 2003 from 11:00 AM until you want to leave.

Lions Den Pavilion in the Nutter Fort Picnic Grounds same picnic grounds as the last 2 years, just a different pavilion

FOOD!
Bring something to put on the table to share - a covered dish or something you buy at the local deli. Bring a special dish and give me the recipe for the newsletter. We love that West Virginia style of home cooking! I am looking forward to some hot dogs, some pepperoni rolls, meatballs in Oliverio’s Peppers and Apple cake! Or any other home made cake! I like to try them all! Now I know what I want for lunch, I just hope it appears there!

DRINK
Bring your own drink but no alcohol please.

MONEY
We have to collect money to cover the cost of the pavilion rental, the paper goods etc. Money left over will be held toward next year’s fees for the picnic.

FOR YOUR COMFORT
You may wish to bring a tablecloth, ice water, an umbrella and a folding chair. If it is really hot, you may want a fan. LOL. There is plenty of shade.

WHY A WI ALUMNI PICNIC?
This is the third year we have held this summer picnic in Clarksburg This is something special we are doing for you so you can get together in our hometown and see old friends, neighbors, ex-girlfriends or boy friends, relatives, classmates or co-workers. It is a nice afternoon of visiting and eating! . I know many people get in touch with old friends and classmates and turn this into a weekend of fun. Many meet on Friday evening for dinner, go to the picnic Saturday afternoon and hit a night spot together on Saturday evening. What more fun can you have over the weekend of August 23rd? I hope to see you there.

Send your reservation to Roleta Smith Meredith-- Roleta1@aol.com or to Sharyn Cottrill McGahan mtmama@iolinc.net

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS AND A LITTLE BIT OF THAT
submitted by: Marolyn Tustin Jett (WI '56)
Majett@atlantic.net
Another great newsletter-they are so "newsy" that it takes me most of the month to get through them and reply to them.

First I'd like to comment on the topic of the Union Protestant Hospital in a past issue. My first recollections of the hospital are when my sister Carolyn was in nursing school there in "52-'53 'and '54. I was a freshman when she started and after classes at WI sometimes I would walk down to the school and visit her. I thought she and her classmates were so grown-up and "cool". That was when nursing was "professional" and they had strict rules as to their conduct, dress code and student nurses had to live at the school. Uniforms and caps were starched crisp and white hosiery and polished white "nurses" shoes were the order. They could not leave the "home" to go next door to train or work at the hospital without wearing the complete uniform including caps and capes. That was in the day that when nurses graduated they were well trained, efficient and they looked and acted professional. In hospitals today it's hard to tell the nurses from other employees. We have paid a price for our "casualness".

Another memory of the actual hospital was the morning after my graduation in '56. I had to be there at 6:00 in the morning for a tonsillectomy, which meant I had to go straight home after graduation to get a good nights sleep to be ready for surgery the next morning. BUMMER! But the worst part was the next few days of agony. That first night in the hospital I had several visitors but I was so miserable. Very painful, --the ice cream was the best part! One visitor I remember was John Paladino, any one know what ever happened to him?

I also have memories of playing marbles on Duff Ave. in front of my home with other Morgan Schoolers in Stealey as they made their way home after school. Jimmy and Barbara Warren, David Rowe, Bill White and several others. My next door neighbor Walter Rutherford kept us in marbles as he was employed at Akro Agate Marble Plant. At that time I would see him going to work, usually walking carrying his lunch pail I had no idea where the plant was located. To me as a youngster it was a far away place. I now have a bowl of marbles (that belonged to my Uncle and given to my mother) that were made in a marble plant in New Martinsville.

I also remember Rosie "the flower lady". Everyone recognized her in the 40's and 50's in the area. I wondered (as a child) how the blind man was able to get to and from his location on Main St. everyday. I enjoyed dropping my contribution in the cup he carried. and wondered how he counted the money at the end of the day if he couldn't see. I believe his wife was also blind or was that the blind man that ran the newsstand near the courthouse? And there was "Pete the Whistler" always on the streets and at the ball games and whistled constantly. Seemed to be happy and always waved or spoke as he passed by. I believe he lived along Chestnut St. near Hite Field and was in the vicinity up into the 80's. Also a man named Charlie who moved constantly and attended the ball games as well. Now as adults we wonder how these people coped and if we could have made a difference in their lives or if they would have wanted it any other way. I don't remember any one treating them badly. They lived life their way.

As for the tunnels running under Clarksburg. I have heard different "tales" as to why they were built-- Used during prohibition, they were used to move prisoners, Harry Powers was supposed to have been moved through them and on and on. Be interesting to learn the truth.

The mystery picture for May seems to be the Lake Riley Club House. I think I have a post card with that picture. That was another "hang-out" for the youth back then. What has happened to Lake Riley?

Echoes' of Memories by Charlotte Sharp Smith brought back memories of the shops and streets and landmarks of our city. Places long lost in our minds. (She must have dug deep in her mind when she wrote that)

I was so sorry to hear of the death of Alice Wood WI '56, a neighbor on Duff Ave., (starting at age four). I am sure many of the readers remember the Wood family on the corner of Hall St. and Duff Ave. in Stealey.

JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

CENTRAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

submitted by: Bernice King McHenry (WI '52)
BerniceMcHenery@aol.com

Junior High School? That was a Very Big Deal it meant leaving Morgan School, where we had the same teacher all-day and going to town to school! It meant changing classes, It meant not going home for lunch each day, It meant meeting new friends from all over town, who came from many different backgrounds. It was exciting,scary, and good and bad all wrapped up together.

My homeroom teacher was Miss Israel, and I got to help Mr. Wharton in the Library. My first locker mate was Cora Sue Anderson.

I remember geography classes with Myrl Rohrbaugh, art classes in the basement and gym classes with Miss Stealey. Basketball, but stay in your own circle on the floor!!!

I'll look for other folk’s memories now.

submitted by: Jim Ashley (WI '62)
Jashley4@cox.net

One of the sad things about going home over the years was seeing the dilapidation of Central Junior High School. With the exception of Mrs. Ferguson (more later), I loved everything about that school, from the first day I walked in and on into adulthood when we got to use the gym for some outrageously low hourly fee to play basketball.

However, on to the memorable Mrs. Ferguson. By the time that Christmas rolled around in 7th grade, we had firmly established that I had no talent in art and that Mrs. Ferguson had a particular delight in reminding me of the fact. When it came time to do our holiday picture, though, I came up with my first good effort of the year, a crayon drawing of Santa Claus in the cockpit of a jet plane tossing out gifts which were floating to earth on parachutes. Just as I was completing the drawing, and full of pride for something that would be worth more than a C-, Mrs. Ferguson appeared at my shoulder, screamed, "That is not a Christmas picture!", took my page, and threw it away. I then hurriedly did a drawing of a candle and some holly and got my C-.

By the time 8th grade came, I thought that things could only get better with her, but she proved me wrong as there came a day where once again I was trying to draw something recognizable that would elevate me above that dreaded C-. Everyone else had finished the assignment, Mrs. Ferguson was out of the room, and, as I worked away, my friends (think we have to indict Doug Aspy and Dave Anderson and some others here) started throwing spitballs at me. By the time Mrs. Ferguson came back into the room, there was a sizable collection of spitballs around my desk. I was still trying to finish my drawing and, in my most unforgettable moment in Central, she let out a loud screech that seemed to contain the word "spitballs" somewhere in the window-rattling epithets. She ran at me, slapped me across the back, and told me to pick up every single spitball in Harrison County (she also ripped my paper off my desk and could be seen scrawling "C-" on it as she ran to her desk).

Fortunately, all the rest of my memories of Central are of the excellence of people such as Miss Israel, Mrs. Dodds, and Mr. Ali, there not being another teacher in Central (or probably the civilized world) as bad as the dreaded Mrs. Ferguson.

submitted by: John Timberlake (WI '48)
Jgtimberlake@aol.com

You asked for comments about CJHS, so here they are.

I went to Central JHS in 1942. My 7th grade homeroom and Math teacher was Miss Nelson. I cannot remember if we had a homeroom number. We had all of our classes on one side of the hall except gym and shop. I had Ms Switzer for English, Ms Rector for Geography (she was my favorite), Coach Orme for gym and Mr. Newsum (sp) for shop. We were lined up and marched from one class to another except for gym and shop. We also had music but I cannot remember the teacher's name.

In eighth grade, I had Mrs. Gribble for homeroom and Science, Mrs. Shetter (sp) for English, Miss Cannon for Math, the same special subject's teachers. Mrs. Gribble was my favorite in 8th grade.

All in all, my junior high experience was the most miserable I had in school. I was not a great student, and I'm sure, suffered the usual "raging hormones" of that age group. But, years later, I spent over 30 years teaching Junior Hi, and looking back, with that framework, I can only conclude that with one or two exceptions, these were the worst teachers I ever saw.

submitted by: Jim Pulice (WI '62)
Jpulice@msn.com

Jr. High was a fun time also.....Mr. Fowler...Coach Bond...Mr. Corder...Mrs. Gribble...Mrs Fenney....Miss Cannon....Mr Alessi.....Miss Swisher....Pop corn Machine....Good stuff.....Eating lunch in the Gym....Coach Bond running me up in the Bleachers to Paddle my Ass....which he did several times....The 8th grade beating the 9th grade in basketball. Getting your Letter in football, Basketball or Track. Pegged pants....Duck Ass hair cuts....Flat tops.....Shaped Plastic Rain hats.. most guys had one...Dances at the Methodist Church....Moose Teen Hop....Having a huge crush on some one and not knowing what to do with it....Great Memories of Central Jr. High

PROM
EDITOR'S NOTE: PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I must have stepped on a few toes. I thought a lot of people attended their junior and senior prom. I thought that subject would generate a lot of memories of the good times. I guess no one enjoyed their prom except we 6 who wrote to the newsletter.

submitted by: John Teter (WI '61)
Jteter@balmar.com

Junior Prom: Went to the Junior Prom with PATTY GEMMA, class of 1960. I felt a little out of place as I double-dated with my brother (Bob, 60). That is the EXTENT of my memories of my Junior Prom.

Senior Prom: Went to the Senior Prom with Edith Kline, class of 1964. I had a WONDERFUL TIME, and after the prom Edith and I got to be alone for a WHILE; a situation that did not ALWAYS happen during my high school days, as it was one of those RARE TIMES that I was allowed to use my father's car. Edith and I had dated for quite a while, as I was in the class of SENIOR BOYS dating FRESHMEN GIRLS. I have actually had (sort of) contact with Edith over the past couple of years, as I found her husband (Billy May, 63) in CLASSMATES.COM and sent him an E-mail which he answered.

NOW, as far as where the proms were held - I CANNOT REMEMBER.
AND, as far as what band was playing - I CANNOT REMEMBER, but I would "assume" it was the PRODIGALS who went on to recording at least two records.

I just know that I had a really good time my senior year with Edith and all of my FRIENDS and their dates. Guys like Bill Post and Bob Swats.

submitted by: Bob White (WI '72)
Rwhite@djs.state.wvu.us

My date, Brenda Gaston, and I went to Minard's to eat before the gala. Eating in a white shirt and jacket and she in a light blue gown were no small feats in themselves. We were in my parents 1966 Chrysler Imperial (it looked like the car that the Drysdale's had on the Beverly Hillbillies) to the Uptowner Inn. One problem was very evident the moment we stepped into the ballroom there ......there was no band.....

We, like the several hundred or so others, mingled and talked and watched the clocks and watches, but still no band. So, several couples drove to the next best place, The Green Parrot. Much to my surprise, present there that evening were many members of the 1971 WI High school football team. After they stopped their laughing, we joined them at their tables and danced there until 11:30 or so.....

Leaving there, we went home and changed clothes from formal to semi-formal suits and dresses and went to the National Guard Armory. There, two bands were provided by the Clarksburg Exchange Club as all four schools (Bridgeport, ND, Victory and WIHS had proms the same night) enjoyed the non-stop battle of the bands, with little confrontation at these " after activities". The bands were due to play until 4 am, but we each went our own ways. Some went home in order to go to a class picnic at Audra the next day. Some went to eat an early breakfast at the Canteen,etc. The next morning the Imperial's brakes went out and I had to take my 1965 Mustang, with a broken exhaust pipe to Audra. Brenda was a good sport about it, despite the noise resonating from the manifold, which could be heard at Audra while we were still in Volga.

But....... whatever happened to the band? It really didn't matter.

submitted by: Joanne Westfall Simpson-Tetrick (WI '52)
Fragilegranny34@aol.com

I seem to have lots of memories from the April newsletter. My Junior year--1951 has special memories. I went to the prom with one date and danced most of the evening with this blonde haired fellow and spent the rest of my life dancing with him until he passed away in 1994. His name was Don Simpson.

submitted by: Deedie Swisher Souders (WI '52)
DeedieDesigns@aol.com

Junior prom - 1951

It was a beautiful spring day and I was looking forward to the excitement of the evening. It was 1951 and this was my Junior prom. I had spent the day getting ready just like the other girls.

Our family ate early that day and my mother had fixed some fresh shrimp for dinner. Afterwards I went to my room to start to dress for the dance. BUT I was covered with big old red hives and my throat had started to close. OH NO!!! what do I do now?

My father called Dr Tom Gocke who lived just around the corner from us on Meigs Av. He walked over to our house and once he took a look at me he opened his "little black bag", pulled out a long needle and gave me a "BIG SHOT". He told me to lay down for a while, that I would be good as new very soon. In about an hour it was all under control. I felt much better and needless to say, I was able to go to the dance. What a wonderful evening after all!!

To this day I still can not eat seafood.

Senior Prom - 1952

Oh yes, I remember it well!!

It was my senior year and this very important social event of the season was coming up on May 22, 1952 ... "The Prom Dinner and Dance"

"What do I wear?" I hit the streets running for that very "special dress" - one shop after another. I then went to Parsons-Souders and there on the 2nd fl in the formal wear dept I found all those beautiful colored gowns on a display rack. But, the one white dress stood out. "BUY ME - BUY ME" it said, and I did.

Why does this dress remain in my memory 50 yrs later? It was the exact copy of the dress Marilyn Monroe wore in the 1953 movie "The Seven Year Itch". She was in the city standing on the subway air vent when her skirt went flying up over her head. This has now become a famous doll dress in both the Barbie and the Hallmark Collection. At the time I bought the dress it was not as popular as it had become through the years. Little did I know what I had bought back then. This was the beginning of my life in the world of black and white. From that time on I have always worn either black or white. This was the beginning of my wardrobe.

Prom night was filled with many parties. We had what was called "house hopping" all over town before and after the dance. All the parents were home for us and they each had fixed so many wonderful favors for us to eat! Hundreds of pictures were taken at each home to save for our scrapbooks (which I still have) as we traveled in a caravan throughout the city. We were out all night and our last stop was at daybreak for breakfast in a home in Arbutus Park. From there it was home again to change our clothes and go to Lake Floyd for the day to swim and sleep on the soft, green grass.

Oh yes I remember it well

submitted by: Elizabeth Teter Akin (WI '56)
LibAkin@aol.com

About the proms. My junior year (1955), I went with the first person who asked me, even though I really didn't know him. I really was afraid I wouldn't be asked by anyone else. I don't remember much about the date or the dance. I have the pictures, of course.

Senior prom ('56) was different because I was regularly dating David Thayer and we went with friends, Betty Carr Krambeck and Mac Rollins. I wore my all time favorite dress, not a strapless, because I was so skinny and embarrassed that my neck bones stood out. (This was when a slightly plump Marilyn Monroe was the female ideal.) I don't remember if we went out to dinner before the dance (at the Waldo Hotel)? But it was a time when the community sponsored all night activities for prom night, including a post prom "sneak preview" of a new movie at the Robinson Grand. I think the movie was "Daddy Longlegs" with Fred Astaire and Leslie Carone. Or that might have been my junior prom.

After the movie there was more dancing and breakfast at the Moose Club. Other high schools were included for the all night festivities and I remember that some people who were dating someone from a different high school took another person's steady to the prom so that the two couples could get together afterward.

Above is a picture taken by Harry Lang, who is a cousin of Elizabeth Teter. Harry graduated with the WI Class of 1924. This picture is of a few people outside the Robinson Grand Theatre at the 1953 post prom event.

submitted by: Roleta Smith Meredith (WI '59)
Roleta1@aol.com

PROM! What an exciting time in our lives! Each girl waited and hoped some guy would ask her to the prom. Several girls had a sure date as they were going steady with a WI guy. But many of us weren't allowed to date until we were 16 so we hadn't had the time to establish that steady relationship. I’m sure the guys went through a lot of anxiety over the prom. They tried to get up the nerve to ask a girl and were afraid of being rejected. They also wondered what they would do or say if the girl turned them down. It was a hard time but yet an exciting time for both girls and boys.

Several people dated outside of WI but we weren't allowed to take that person to the WI prom. Only juniors and seniors were allowed to enter the prom, so no matter who you were dating, you had to go to the prom with another student from the junior or senior class.

The clothing stores were showing off there latest fashions and the girls were flocking to get something that was in style but yet just enough different to show individual taste. I don’t know where the guys rented their tux. I remember skipping school before the prom and lying in the sun to try to get a suntan on white shoulders. All I accomplished was a red nose!

My junior prom gown was white and yellow…. I think it was organza….white overdress with small embroidered white flowers. This white dress was over a yellow under gown that showed through the white material. It was cocktail length as that was the fashion of the day. And, oh, the petticoats we wore. The gown was strapless, as that was the style. The shoes were white pumps that had 4-inch heels. I can't believe I could walk in those let alone dance in them. If you look close at my prom picture, you will see Band-Aids on the back of my heels…must have gotten blisters trying to break in the shoes???? My date my junior year was with Mark Garrett. We had our picture taken which is probably how I remember it so well. My senior prom date was with Roger Taylor. I think I wore a baby blue strapless cocktail length gown. Styles in Clarksburg didn't change within a year! We didn't have our pictures taken. Now I wish I had a picture. I don't remember too much about that date.

I was pinned (a sort of pre-engagement to a WVU fraternity boy) to Bill Meredith who became my husband within less than a year after my senior prom, so pictures weren't too important to me then.

I remember it was exciting, magical and great to go to the prom. It was the biggest high school dance of the year. I know I had a great time at both proms, my dates were fun and the guys were terrific. There were other dances put on by our (out of school) high school sororities, organizations and some of us attended college dances but the prom was the most important event. In case I never thanked Mark or Roger let me take this space to publicly thank you both for asking me to that magical evening of dancing and having fun with friends.

MARK AND ROLETA

ALL READERS PLEASE HELP!
HELP NEEDED IN LOCATING 1959 WI CLASSMATES
The reunion committee is trying to locate all of our classmates in order to invite them to the Class Reunion in 2004. If any one of you readers have any clue as to how the people on the follwowing list may be found, will you please write to Roleta1@aol.com.
Thanks

Phil Carter
Richard McIntyre
Jon Reager
Peggy Tibbs
Roger Taylor
Francis Anne Campbell McCabe
Elaine Talkington Bostic
Mary Ann Turner Brooks
George Skinner

STREET CHARACTERS
submitted by: John Teter (WI '61)
Jteter@balmar.com
The only "street character" that I remember is a guy by the name of HENRY. Henry was ALWAYS at ALL of the sporting events that I either played in and/or attended. He had a nerve condition that caused him to lose control of himself. When he was not watching sports, he was just a normal person; but once a sporting event started Henry NEVER SAT DOWN. People used to YELL at him, trying to get him to sit down and sit STILL. His nerve condition had him moving every which away.

submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
Fgl146vhs@aol.com
"Nervous" Henry: When he left Clarksburg he moved to Charleston to be with his mother. After she passed away he relocated to Morgantown. As far as I know Henry is still in a nursing home in that city. A couple years ago some WVU football players visited him and gave him some kind of plaque for attending most of their home games. As most of your readers recall, Henry attended most all WI, R-W, and VICTORY, football and basketball games.

I forgot to mention that "Whistling" Pete Swanwhich is still living and may be seen in Clarksburg most every weekday. He made his living by doing odd jobs such as mowing grass, raking leaves in the fall and shoveling snow. He worked mostly for Doctors and/or lawyers. He has slowed down now because of his age.

All the other characters I mentioned in the early years are deceased.

submitted by: Evan Stumpie Bice (WI '62)
Evanbice@aol.com
Sandy Conway Mason used to baby sit me.

Pete is still alive and earns his keep by doing odd jobs.

The blind man who sat in front of G. C. Murphy's name was George. He lived on lower Ocela and Morris Court in Broad Oaks, and the last time I heard any thing about Henry he had been taken in by a Fraternity at WVU and did attend the National Championship game against ND.

GETTING TO KNOW YOU
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com

Sorry, no one is featured this month.

I wrote with a request but did not receive a response!

Perhaps next month.

NEW GRANDFATHER FROM WI, CLASS OF 1961
submitted by: John Teter (WI '61)
jteter@balmar.com

      I am now the proud GRANDFATHER to a bouncing baby girl

      Macy Carolynn Teter: born 3:16 p.m., June 25th, 2003 to my       son (John-Michael) and his wife (Carey)

      8 pounds 15 ounces

      21 1/2 inches long

      LOTS of Auburn hair

      My wife's son has now become a father for the first time.

      Joseph Warren Fryling: born 6:48 a.m., May 6th, 2003.

      8 pounds 4 ounces

      21 inches long

      LOTS of brownish/black hair

SUBJECTS FOR DISCUSSION IN FUTURE NEWSLETTERS
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com
Who walked all over Miss Nutter's car while wearing metal football cleats?

What was often put in Miss Nutter's desk drawers for her to find on Monday morning?

Was Miss Nutter ever married?

How did you get to school? Did you ride a school bus or a city bus? How much did it cost you to ride a city bus to school? Or did you live close enough to your school to walk?

Were you employed during your school years? Where did you work? When did you work?

Do you remember where you ate your first bite of pizza?

For September I would like to hear your memories of your first impressions of school---be it grade school, junior hi or high school. Send me a memory of your September from long ago.

SCHOLARSHIP FUND
submitted by: Emmal Lee Hite (WI '60)
Emmalee@mailstation.com
I have heard from several nice folks that I hadn't heard from in a long time after you ran the Clay B Hite stories and learned some fun things about him too! Thanks for publishing, editing, writing and all that you and Judy do to keep us all in touch!

The R-W, WI, KM, RCB Alumni & Friends Foundation recently held their 2nd Annual Scholarship Banquet attended by about 100 folks. The speaker was Stephanie Taylor who received the Alumni & Friends Foundation Scholarship in 1999 in memory of E. B. Saunders, former Principal at Kelly Miller High School. She is now one of the top 8 seniors (Order of Augusta) @ WVU. We presented 16 scholarships of $500 each. Last year we recognized 7 with scholarships; so we're growing!

THE SCHOLARSHIPS THIS YEAR ARE:

Peggy Minear Young Memorial Scholarship - Tori Marra

Robert C. Byrd HS Booster Club Scholarships: In honor of Rev. Scott T. Holcombe - Erin Snodgrass

Booster Club Scholarships:
Kari Stewart
Tia Viglianco
Amanda McQuillan

Burnside-Reynolds Scholarship - Amanda DiPasquale

R-W Class of 1967 Reunion Committee - Travis Cottrill

Phyllis Norman Memorial Scholarship - Lora Squires

RCBHS Faculty Scholarships:
Whitney Kidd
John Paul Nardelli

Alumni & Friends Foundation Scholarship In memory of Pearl Custer - Rachel Turner

WI Class of 1951 - Christopher Lake

WI Class of 1952 - Caragh Kelley

William & Linda Griffith Scholarship - Amanda Toompas

Paul Snider Memorial Scholarships - Megan Funk & Ryan Holtz

Did you know:

Pearl Custer graduated from WI in 1923. She became Mr. McConkey's secretary in 1930 and served as Secretary for the first 5 WI Principals. After she retired, she would come back when needed so that she worked at WI for over FIFTY (50) YEARS!!! Miss Custer completed every student's class schedule & report card by hand, answered the phone, kept attendance & tardy records by hand plus secretarial duties for the principal. There was no intercom; so she was sometimes seen in the hall delivering a message. She was the caretaker for that huge Boston fern that graced the administrative offices for decades. She did all of this before computers and WI, when we were there, was a larger school than what the consolidated school, RCBHS, is today! 4 people replaced her when she retired. She was always a very calm and genteel lady that performed her duties in a very professional manner and was a treasure to anyone associated with Washington Irving High School. Miss Custer passed away last year.

STONEWALL JACKSON DAM
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com

Above is a picture I took of the Stonewall Jackson Dam which is within the 2,000 acres of the Stonewall Jackson State Park. The dam holds back the West Ford River making Stonewall Jackson Lake which is one of the largest lakes in West Virginia! The Stonewall Jackson Dam is not in view from the lodge or golf course. We had to drive to the dam.

A bit of trivia here-Did you know that West Virginia is the only state with no natural lakes? All lakes in West Virginia are man made

STONEWALL JACKSON STATE PARK
submitted by: Jim Pulice (WI '62)
Jpulice@msn.com
Nemesis Temple Potentates Ball was held at Stonewall Jackson Park Mothers Day weekend as you said, it is very nice. We had a great party Saturday evening with a great band. We got a late check out Sunday so we could do the Mothers Day Buffet in the Restaurant. There was a golf match the next morning .....I will go back! ----

submitted by: Connie Bailey Casto (WI '59)
Castoca@aol.com
Thank you for sending the newsletter. It was great as usual and full of news and memories. I hope someone sends your review of the Stonewall resort to the resort or to the WV magazine. It is a wonderful review of what is available and makes you want to pack up tomorrow and get there. Our son is going to spend a week there starting June 30 for a reunion in Weston so I'm sure we will hear more about it.

FISH STORY
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com
I received a letter from a gentleman telling me I had misspelled Muskie in the story about the Stonewall Jackson Dam and State Park. Sorry---I don't fish, I only recognize a few fish on site and those are the unusual ones like the beautiful dolphin fish (thanks JS for that) and some of the exotic fish in the ocean. I do love to eat fish, I recognize fish on the menu. Now, back to the subject at hand---the gentleman (sorry I misplaced your name) also mentioned that a friend of his was fishing at Stonewall Jackson State Park and threw back into the water a 50 inch Muskie. So you fishermen might be interested in that news. Does that mean that if that fish is still there she might be 60 inches long now? While at the park, we saw many fishermen having great luck with their rod and reel!

OBITUARY
JACKSON L. 'JACK' BOYLES
Mr. Jackson L. "Jack" Boyles, age 85, Phoenix, AZ, formerly of Clarksburg, WV, died on Tuesday, June 17, 2003, at Heartland of Clarksburg following an extended illness. Surviving are his wife, Betty L. Hart Boyles, Phoenix, AZ, whom he married November 19, 1948; two sons, Jackson L. Boyles and his wife, Mary, and Robert L. Boyles, all of Phoenix, AZ; three daughters, Penny S. Boyles, Clarksburg, WV, Mrs. Sebert Y. "Zeke" (Karen L.) Clayton, Nutter Fort, WV, and Nancy L. Boyles, Phoenix, AZ; five grandchildren, and one great-grandchild.

Mr. Boyles was Baptist by faith and a veteran of World War II, serving in the U.S. Army as a Technician Fifth Grade in the 263rd Quartermaster Bakery Company in the Pacific and American theaters. He had been employed at Hall Office Supply Company as an office equipment technician. He retired from working in 1979. He was a graduate of Washington Irving High School.

Excerpts from the Clarksburg Exponent-Telegram.

IF YOU DON’T WRITE SOMETHING TO THE NEWSLETTER,
WE HAVE NOTHING TO READ!
submitted by: ROLETA
Roleta1@aol.com
When writing, please include your name--(maiden name also if it applies), your school and the class with which you did or would have graduated. Some of you had to quit school for one reason or another, some of you moved from Clarksburg to another town before graduation. No matter the reason, I need the requested information in order to list you with the graduating class with which you would have graduated. You know if you went to school with those classmates for 2, 5, 10 or 12 years, they considered you a friend and classmate then, now and forever!

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