THE WI NEWSLETTER 10/03

THE WI NEWSLETTER

Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith Issue 60 August 2004






SUMMER PICNIC

AUGUST 28, 2004
11:00 am TO WHEN EVER WE LEAVE

Come join the fun!
This is a picnic held at the Lions' Den at the Clarksburg Park in Nutter Fort.

Look for the crowd and familiar faces--

BRING: A COVERED DISH TO SHARE, YOUR OWN DRINK, A FOLDING CHAIR IF YOU WISH AND SOME MONEY TO PUT IN THE HAT TO COVER EXPENSES

RSVP: Sharyn Cottrill McGahan mtmama41@msn.com




CELEBRATION

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

Be prepared! In September there will be a big celebration! Yes, Judy and I are celebrating and we hope you will join us! What is the celebration you ask? Well, the WI Newsletter will be five years of age! Listen for the fireworks, watch for the cake. (Oh dear, I just remembered, I seldom bake—so bake one for yourself and think of us while you enjoy it!) We should either be celebrating or be locked up for doing this!




SUMMER CAMP

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

Do you remember attending summer camp? I went to Methodist Church Camp for several summers. I remember attending camp at WV Wesleyan College a couple summers. I can’t remember the location of the one pictured here but it was down a road that ran beside the game farm. I remember we would swim in the coldest stream in the world. A lot of people would sneak away from the cabins after dark and swim unattended. I also remember vespers, we would sit around a camp fire on old rough log. There was a huge cross standing nearby. We had services and would sing camp songs and hymns. One evening was very emotional because it was an evening of silence. After the service, songs and closing prayer we spent the rest of the evening in total silence. I found it very touching and made me recommit myself the next day. Funny I remember that when I can’t remember much else about the camps….maybe because it touched me so. Why was it that the temperature could be 90+ degrees but we didn’t notice. At night it always cooled down and was comfortable. There was no air conditioner in our little cabin, we ate in a mess hall. NO snack foods there and television was not a thing people did at camp—but now campers usually have the opportunity to enjoy both. I only remember a few of the names of those pictured below but I know a lot of the faces.



I see Becky McClain Werner in the back row of kids 4th from the left. There is Elaine Talkington 14th from the left in the sleeveless checked blouse. In the middle in the back in the sleeveless Vee neck shirt with the wide belt is Nancy (I think) Conway who was Miss WV one year. On the far right back row in the white blouse and check shorts is Karen Moffitt. Same back row--third in from the right in the stripe blouse and black horn-rimmed glasses is Karen Poe Alvaro and the blonde in the white blouse 7th in from right is Ruth Ann Martin. Standing beside Ruth Ann is Harriet Danley Van Voorhis and beside her is Tom Marshall's sister (sorry I forget her name). In the next row down --from the right---the cute young thing in the black blouse with the white collar and the white belt is no other than THE EDITOR... (yours truly Roleta) Let's see second row from front and 4th in from the left is EmmaLee Hite...(Clay BRAMER Hite's daughter). I know there are others I should know--the faces are familiar but the names escape me. If you were at that camp--you must remember Harry Cho the Korean boy in the back row....from Seoul, Korea--he was attending MIT...Now, if you remember others, please remind me, write to Roleta1@aol.com. By the way this picture was probably taken about 1953 or 1954....my guess, what do you think?



submitted by: Skip Bowie (WI '57)
Sbowie11140@aol.com

In latter July, I will be taking my grandson to Band Camp. As I thought about "Camps", it occurred to me that there are many funny stores about "Camp". Boy Scout and Girl Scout camps, Church camps, Band camps, Baby sitting camps, YMCA camps and of course "campie" camps. Reach back and remember. Peterkin Conference Center, The Episcopalian Church camp, located in Romney, WV is were I went. I still talk with friends that attended with me from all over the STATE and some outside the State. "I am listening", Frazer

EDITOR’S NOTE: Did you attend summer camp? Do you have a summer camp memory? Write and share your memories with us. Write to: Roleta1@aol.com.




THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN REQUESTING

submitted by: Roleta Smith Meredith (WI '59)
roleta1@aol.com

At the WI 1959 Class Reunion on the weekend of July 17, 2004, Judy brought me a gift. Her husband figured out a way to format and cut a (computer) disc that contains all of the newsletters to date! He is a computer wizard! WHAT A NICE GIFT, now I can throw away those notebooks full of 5 years of newsletters.

Many of you have been asking how you can read the old newsletters. They just were not available to you in any way, shape or form. But now Larry and Judy will burn the disc, package it, put it in a padded envelope, address it, take it to the post office and send it off to you for a mere charge of $10.00. Proceeds over and above the cost of manufacturing, shipping and handling will go to the WIN Scholarship. So if you want to include a few extra dollars, we will accept it also.

INTERESTED?

Just contact Judy Daugherty Kimler at jkimler@verizon.net: She will give you her mailing address and instructions. You will need to send her a check or money order at the time you place your order. (No credit extended for this please!) Make sure you send your name (school and year) your mailing address and your check for $10.00.

They are doing this as a favor to you people who have been requesting this.




CLASS OF 1959 CELEBRATED

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

The Class of 1959 celebrated their 45th class reunion on July 16, 17 and 18th at the Clarksburg County Club. If you weren’t there you missed one of the best reunions ever. The reunion committee could not have done a better job. Everything went so smoothly. I personally want to thank each and every one of them for all they did to make this another wonderful memory. I doubt if anyone attending all 3 events could ever say that they didn’t have a wonderful time. It all started on Friday night with a very casual evening around the pool visiting with friends, some of whom we hadn’t seen since graduation. There were the good old familiar hot dogs and the more familiar 50’s music. As the evening approached the end, four men took the mike and did a little “sing along” harmonizing with the tunes we remember best. This brought back memories of another quartet from our high school.

On Saturday we had the day free to tour the city, some visited with family. Bill and I elected to play 9 holes at the Country Club course then we attended the Nationwide tour at the Pete Dye course. I had never seen the course so we walked 10 holes and Bill pointed out the interesting features. It was really nice to have him show me the course as he has played there a couple of times and I have not.

That evening the classmates, spouses and guests gathered in the ballroom for more visiting, more pictures, dinner, dancing and karaoke. One teacher from our past was present---Al Castellana and he gave a little talk and poked fun at some of the guys about memories they shared. There were some very sad times during the reunion as we remembered 21 of our fallen classmates. It is hard to imagine that we lost 10 classmates in the last 5 years that made it really touch close home as we thought about what the next 5 years may bring. Dr. Martino had taken pictures from our past, videos from Friday night and Saturday night which he blended together with music from our times and made a marvelous DVD which he shared. He offered to sell copies of the DVD with all proceeds over and above the cost going to the WIN Scholarship. There was slow dancing, some fast dancing, a few line dances and then the karaoke…..at times one person would perform and sometimes there were 20 of us at the mike….what fun.

On Sunday several of us met at the Bridgeport Country Club to enjoy a brunch. I tell you I don’t think I have laughed so hard in ages as I did while sitting at a table with 7 of my high school girlfriends. How wonderful to enjoy their humor once more. I really hated to leave all the fun behind and travel back to Ohio. Bill finally just went to the car saying something like. “The bus is leaving, Roleta!” But we all know that the “good-byes” take a long time. I just had to hug everyone. Who knows which of us might not be able to make the 50th reunion?

Anyone, from my class or not I just want to tell you---
Go to your class reunion! You will have so much fun…

IF YOU MISS YOUR CLASS REUNION----
YOU ARE AN IDIOT!

So I hope everyone from my class will make a big effort to attend the next one!




1959 45TH REUNION GROUP PICTURE

submitted by: Judy Daugherty Kimler (WI '59)
jkimler@verizon.net

I scanned the group picture, enlarged it, made it a little clearer and then divided it into 4 sections. At least you can see our faces now.


front row l-r: Babette Holland Sullivan, Clara Jason Davis, Roleta Smith Meredith, Judy Daugherty Kimler
2nd row: Jeannie Werner Davis, Ruthanne Grimes Herold, Bob Rector, Carolyn White Rector
3rd row: Mike McGahan, Vince Fragomene, Mike Fresa (picture), Fred Alvaro, Bob Davis, Ron Werner



front row: Paula Brasseur Riley, Sharyn Cottrill McGahan, Carolyn Pinella Warne
2nd row: Larry Martino, Becky Fragale Baldini, Bobbie Johnston Swisher, Connie Bailey Casto, Sandy Drummond Hefner, Erma Lynn Loria Uhle
3rd row: Dick Hanifan, John Iaconis, Gene Davis, John Stealey, Harry Kennedy



front row: Rosemary Grow Warne, Sandy Creighton Tetrick, Carolyn Harbert Eneix, Jeannie Wells Himmel, Judy Aspy Payne
2nd row: Ruth Ann Martin Hill, John Christie, Helen House Fleming, Judy Cutlip Floyd, Joy Gregorie Stalnaker
3rd row: Mike Nelson, Jerry Warne, Jim Martin, Phil Hooper, Habie Snyder


front row: Patty Terrill Stealey, Sandy Iaquinta, Phyllis Fittro Brown
2nd row: Harriett Stout Noel, Bonnie Smith McGowan, Mickey McGowan, Jim Hornor, Wirt Wolfe
3rd row: Frank Iaquinta, Frank Lee Bush, Glen Bill Cowgill, John Campbell, Charlie Burkhammer, Tom Marshall

Also attending but not pictured: Hank Ross, Chuck Bibbee, Jerry Paugh, Bernard Bice, Anthony Julian, Frank McGahan (class of 1960)



QUARTET SINGS OUR FAVORITE MUSIC


Pictured above is the quartet who sang some of our favorite songs. Pictured are Allen Hefner, Jerry Warne, Larry Martino and Bill Meredith

LADIES IN BLACK AND WHITE

Amazing—we all showed up in black and white by accident unlike in high school when we would call one another and ask, “What are you wearing today?”


Pictured from the WI Class of 1959 are: Sandy Iaquinta, Roleta Smith Meredith, Connie Bailey Casto, Harriett Stout Noel, Bobbie Johnston Swisher and Sandy Drummond Hefner.

COACH AL CASTELLANA


Pictured above is Al Castellana (a bashful man???) who took the mike and entertained us for awhile with some memories.



SCHOLARSHIP

Someone asked, “Where does the money for the WIN Scholarship go?” I am sorry that I haven’t made it clear. The scholarship will be given to a student from R.C. Byrd High School to help alleviate the costs of their college. What better way can you give back to the community of Clarksburg? What better way can you say, “THANKS FOR THE PAST.” We can show our appreciation for our education, our teachers, our principals, our schools by contributing to the future education of a young person. I never took the time to say, “Thank you” to a favorite teacher, but I think this would be a good way to express our thanks……just by passing it on! Help another!




ANOTHER CHALLENGE—WI CLASS OF 1952

submitted by: George Scholl (WI '52)
Georgegin@juno.com

You will be receiving my check in the mail this week for the WIN Scholarship. I would like to issue a challenge to all the WI '52 grads to support this great cause. While I am at it, I would also like to challenge all that Broad Oaks Gang to get with it and send in the checks.

As usual, thanks for a great newsletter. I look forward to it each month. Keep it coming. Sorry, I do not have any old photos for the mystery picture.



DONATIONS

Right now the Class of 1956 leads with the most donations. Seems as if that class is in the habit of leading everything. They even have the most people at the Clarksburg Reunion Picnic each winter in Florida. Here is the breakdown by school and class as to how many have donated to the scholarship.

Washington Irving:

Class of 1948---2
Class of 1952---2
Class of 1955---2
Class of 1956---9
Class of 1957---2
Class of 1958---1
Class of 1959---9
Class of 1960---2

Monongah HS---1
RW---1
Notre Dame---1

Which class will be ahead next month?
The Class of 1956 has made a challenge to have the most people donate.
Now the Class of 1959 is tied with them.
Meet the challenge that 1956 has set!
Which class can beat them?
Do it for the youth of Clarksburg, and your remembered youth!

COME ON CLASS OF 1959!


The list of donors is growing. The bank account is growing. I would love to have 100% of you readers send contributions. WE CAN DO THIS!

DONATIONS RECEIVED THIS MONTH


Sam Iaquinta (WI 1956)
George Scholl (WI 1952)
Tom Marshall (WI 1959)
Ruthanne Grimes Herold (WI 1959)
Bill Cowgill (WI 1959)
Judy Daugherty Kimler (WI 1959)
Harriet Stout Noel (WI 1959)
Phil Hooper (WI 1959)
Leslie Wallace (WI 1960)---I NEED YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS
Jane Byrnside Anderson (WI 1956)
Joe Malone (WI 1952)

Send check to:
Roleta Meredith
3025 Switzer Ave.
Columbus, Ohio 43219

Make check payable to:
Roleta Meredith-WIN SCHOLARSHIP
Put WIN SCHOLARSHIP in the memo section of your check.

Remember there is no contribution too large or too small. I will accept all gifts to the scholarship. The money all goes into the same pot for the same cause—Helping with the future of a child in Clarksburg.

What better use can you find for that $1.00, $5.00, $10.00, $20.00, $50.00, $100.00 or $500.00 check (need I go on)?



SUBJECTS FOR NEXT MONTH

Celebrating five years.

Who shoved all the unlocked boats out into the middle of Maple Lake one night in summer of 52? Will anyone own up to it?

Morgan Grade School

Write Roleta1@aol.com




WHY I READ THE NEWSLETTER

EDITOR’S NOTE: This section will appear in the September newsletter. Thank you to all who wrote to me about this subject. Your letters will appear next month. This month’s newsletter just had to be cut some as it was too long. Isn’t that marvelous?

EDIOTR’S NOTE: Write to me and tell me why you read the newsletter. Roleta1@aol.com

Just keep writing.



JOE MALONE



On July 16th, Bill and I stopped at Lake Floyd and enjoyed visiting with Joe Malone and wife Nancy while sitting on his front porch. We sat for a couple of hours enjoying the fresh air, the beautiful view and chatting with a very interesting new friend. Joe and Nancy live in Southern California but drive across the country each year to spend a few of the hot summer months in cooler West Virginia and have their base at Lake Floyd. However, if you are his friend you know about his travels across the country and around the state of WV. He shares his journal (via the internet) with us and tells about the wonderful trips he makes to very interesting places. I am saving a file of his travels around WV, someday I would like to have some of the same experiences….someday when Bill and I have time to travel in the summer I will pull out my file and we will know what road to travel.




COACH CLAY B. HITE

Yeah! The challenge to come up with Clay B.’s middle name certainly got some responses this month. I want to thank everyone who tried to guess. At least you knew the nature of the game.

THE CHALLENGE WAS: If someone guesses the middle name---Joe Malone will send a generous gift to the scholarship fund. I enjoyed some of the answers. I will print some of the guesses and the brave hearts who tried to help the scholarship fund. I don’t usually print incorrect answers but I thought these guesses were very good. The person guessing was trying to be a part of winning the money for the scholarship. I just wanted to share these names with you. And to thank each of you for playing the game, and trying to get us more money for the scholarship/ Just try each one—Say Clay (then the offered guess) followed by Hite….each one FITS!

A wise guess came from Jim Alvaro (WI 1956). He wrote: Was it Clay "Battle"?? It was a battle when the players played for him.

From Jon Darnell (WI 1953) came this guess: Having played under his tutelage....The B must stand for "bone breaker" . He added: ..... Ask anyone who played under him on how he loaded two bags of Mail Pouch in his cheek at one time!

From: Martha Rice (WI 1955) Basil would be my guess.

From John Teter (WI 1961) Don’t know why but I think Bernard would be a good guess.

From: B.D. Fox: I believe B stands for Bailey.

From: Dick Fitch (WI 1956) I can't resist the temptation to suggest Clay B's middle name was Brick. Get it? Clay Brick. Oh well, I thought it was funny.

From: Sharon Greitzner Dial (WI 1956) For the scholarship, I will try another guess---“How about Barber or Barbour”?

My guess is Bertram from: Sherry Hutchison Keith (WI '64)

A TRIO TRIES TO FIND THE NAME AND WIN MONEY FOR THE SCHOLARSHIP!

While in Clarksburg to attend the 45th Class reunion of the WI Class of 1959, Phil Hooper, Jim Martin, and Charlie Burkhammer went to the graveyard where they heard that Clay B was buried. They asked the attendant where the grave was located. After checking a map, they located the grave and found the middle name. CLAY BRAMER HITE—right there on the grave marker. Great job! No glory, no money and not the first with the correct guess but wasn’t the hunt fun?



Pictured above are Jim Martin, Charlie Burkhammer and Phil Hooper telling their story about hunting for the grave of Clay B. Hite. Thanks guys!

LETTER OF CONGRATULATIONS

EDITOR’S NOTE: Following is a letter from Joe Malone (WI 1952) to Freddie Layman. Joe Malone is making a gift to the WIN SCHOLARSHIP because Freddie Layman came up with the correct answer to the middle name of Coach Hite. This letter is so good that I asked Joe if I could print it for you to enjoy. Notice the WI-VICTORY rivalry is still alive.

Freddie –

Roleta tells me that you came up with "Bramer" as Coach Hite's middle name. Bingo! His daughters verified that for me. (I really didn't know what it was) He lived across the corner (5th & Horner) from my family and was a good friend of my dad. (They chewed together on the porch). I told Roleta when I posed the challenge that I assumed you would be the first to come up with it as you are clearly knowledgeable in local history and, if nothing else, you could go to the county death records and find out.

While you personally gain nothing but notoriety, feel good that some student at RCB will benefit by your research. Nobody said a "Victory" guy couldn't win - except on the last day of football season 53 years ago. We fried you guys! But then, that was under Tony Folio a year after CB's "retirement" from coaching.

Joe Malone

EDITOR’S NOTE:---The first one who guessed the correct answer “BRAMER” for the B in Clay B. Hite’s name was indeed our “Clarksburg Historian” and my friend, Freddie Layman (VHS 1946)…..He did it for a RC Byrd High School student.

submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
FGL46VHS@aol.com

The middle initial {B} in Clay B. Hite’s name stands for BRAMER. He was born in Madison County, WV in 1896. His parents were Henry C. Hite and Lillian Hite. On March 2, 1921 at the age of 25 he married Virginia West Ferguson, age 21, who lived in Harrison County. They were married by Rev. Roy M. Coskey in the Shinnston M. E. Church.



FOUR FRIENDS EXCHANGE A FEW LAUGHS


Pictured above are Larry Martino, Fred Alvaro, Vincent Fragomene and Wirt Wolfe (WI 1959)




A BOOK NEEDED

HISTORY OF HARRISON COUNTY

submitted by: Joe Malone (WI '52)
Jmalone934@sbcglobal.net

I am currently reading a "borrowed" copy of Dorothy Davis's "History of Harrison County." As you may know, Ms. Davis, a locally renowned educator/author from Salem, died recently. Her book was underwritten by the Clarksburg chapter of AAUW and underwent two limited printings by the McClain Printing Company in Parsons, WV.

I am interested in buying one for my personal library and am finding that a difficult task. Many people have one but don't seem eager to part with it. I'm told they occasionally show up at "yard" or "estate" sales/auctions, but that is serendipitous. If any of your readers has one (or an extra one) that they are willing to sell, I would like to hear about it. Thanks for assisting me in my search.




CLASSMATES TOGETHER AGAIN


Pictured are Bobbie Johnston Swisher, Roleta Smith Meredith and Judy Aspy Payne (WI 1959). I hadn’t seen Judy for 45 years.





submitted by: Marlene Andre (RW '53)
mandre1@charter.net

Good Morning:  Please let everyone know that Leon enjoys all the greeting cards that have been sent to him, and we both thank you so much.  He has his good days and bad days, cannot speak well, and his right arm and leg are paralyzed, he recognizes everyone who come to visit. Just wanted to keep you posted.



submitted by: Becky Rumble Littlepage (WI '66)
rlittlepage@cox.net

I moved from Pa to WV when I was in the third grade and eight years old.  I quickly made friends with Jane Poulicos.  We have remained best friends all through school, roommates in college and our adulthood.  Even though I live in Va. and she lives in Fl we manage to see each other about twice a year and talk on the phone at least once a day.  We also had another good friend, Linda Courtney and we three were inseparable.  Sadly, she was shot and killed when we were in our twenties and we miss her so much.  I have fond memories of playing dodge ball on the playground, walking home for lunch and having a great experience there.  

There is one experience that really stands out :  one day, Jane and I were being disciplined for who knows what and were sent to the principal's office. No one was there except the cake they were going to serve for one of the teacher's birthdays.  So Jane and I dived right in.  IT was delicious.  We were so bad, but it was a good bad.  What a great childhood we had there and growing up in Clarksburg...



submitted by: Joanne Westfall-Simpson Tetrick (WI '52)
fragilegranny34@msn.com

It was great meeting you in Sarasota in March. I have fallen out of the "loop" with receiving the Newsletters. I ran into Joe Malone--WI-'52 yesterday and he forwarded the July issue to me. I forgot how much I enjoyed reading it. After the reunion in Sarasota on the 13th, we returned to our condo in Punta Gorda, which we had rented for two months. On the 16th, I received a call from my son, Gregg Simpson--WI-'77 with the serious news that he had been diagnosed with andencarcinoma of both lungs with metastasis to the lymph system. The news was devastating and we headed for WV. He lives in Herndon, VA and has recently received his fifth chemo treatment at Johns-Hopkins. He is determined to beat this dreadful disease and we pray daily for a miracle. Anyone out there who knows him as well as those who don't, we appreciate your prayers. If you want to contact him, you can send him an e-mail to: Gregg.Simpson@ArtesisaTech.com.

Also, all the discussion regarding Father's Day and Mother's Day (which I obviously missed), thought it would be interesting to tell you that Dick Tetrick--WI '47 and I were married in the Mother's Day church in Grafton on 9-11-99. Dick's Mother and Father were married there in Jan., 1917. The church is only open during the warm months and is used for Mother's Day service each year and weddings. We had the last wedding of the 20th century there........... I seem to be rambling, but just wanted to share the above..... You continue to do a great job. Thanks bunches,



submitted by: Bob Modlin (WI '50)
robertmodlin@hotmail.com

What a great job you do on your newsletter, it was passed on to us by Browning Boggs and Constance Wilkinson Pois. Would you put us on your mailing list - we have come back to WV. I was interested in the streetcar pix and words - my father was an original commuter before we heard of such things and took the streetcar from Clarksburg to work in Fairmont throughout his life. I saw one of the originals in the Seashore Trolley Museum in Kennebunkport, Maine. Health and happiness to you too.



submitted by: Dave Bates (WI '51)
Bates8806@aol.com

Chuck Thomas, '56 put me wise to your delightful product this week. In one of your recent issues you asked for tales about Ken Cubbon. He was a long time close friend of my father's and I knew him from early childhood. Did you know that he was totally color blind and that his wife inspected his attire every morning before he left for work? Makes one wonder how he was so successful as a furniture salesman (his summer job) at Palace Furniture for so many years. Cheers!



submitted by: Pat Elder (ND '57)
St1Pat@aol.com

I challenge each of you readers of the WI Newsletter to support this scholarship. It doesn’t matter what school you attended. The reason for the scholarship is to help a young person in Clarksburg get a higher education. This is so important. Please send a check to Roleta today.



submitted by: Alex Sandonas Thwaites (WI '65)
athwait1@fairview.org

I just couldn't wait another minute and decided to read the WI Newsletter while at work--during my lunch hour, of course! As always it's a treat to 'read and recognize' some of the familiar names with their accompanying stories from our past. I imagine that comment would be an appropriate answer to "Why Do We Read The Newsletter." In many cases, it's like a step back in time. Of course, reading of former instructors is always fascinating, especially when their photo accompanies the story. Jack Frederick was a fascinating individual with an incredible knowledge for his subject matter as well as possessing a tremendous desire for all of us to learn. I always enjoyed his history class and as a result, I am always interested in the historical perspective of past and present events. He may be the reason I am an antique collector and a supporter of historical preservation.

I found the story entitled, "Strange Happenings" quite intriguing too. For as much as this person believed in his thought transference, what he may have experienced was an extraterrestrial phenomenal occurrence. While in high school, a classmate by the name of Greg Knight, reported to the local newspaper his sighting of a flying saucer and his experience associated with the event. The skies of West Virginia are well known for their strange nightly sightings. The "Strange Happening" may have actually been another one of those strange nightly events.

And now for the real reason I am writing. I believe the state motto is "Mountaineers Are Always Free”. I will be anxious to learn if I am correct and if so, my West Virginia History class paid off.



submitted by: Sherry Greitzner Dial (WI '56)
Luman4804@aol.com

Hey!! I agree most wholeheartedly that the WIN Scholarship is the very best that our group could do with lots of purposeful meaning that will go way beyond our love and fellowship with one another.



submitted by: Ron Cleavenger (WI '63)
RonCleaven@aol.com

Thanks for the info about my stroke in a previous newsletter. An update, I am doing well, only an insignificant visual field defect only on formal testing--no functional result. And some very subtle fine motor problems with my left hand, when I try to shave part of my face with my left hand, and the most bothersome is trying to cut my right hand finger nails with a clipper with my left hand. I am dominant right-handed. My arteriogram of my brain's blood vessels showed an approximately 20-30 % blockage on the left vertebral artery and a completely blocked right internal carotid artery; neither require any intervention at this time. Again thanks for the responses to all from whom I received them.



WI CLASS OF 1959 CLASSMATES


Pictured above are 1959 classmates Bob Davis, Dick Hanifan, Fred Alvaro and his wife Karen Poe Alvaro (Bridgeport HS 1959)



EMAIL ADDRESSES OF NEW READERS

Kenny Winters II (WI '65) kwintersii@hotmail.com
Dave Bates (WI '51) Bates8806@aol.com
Bill Norris (WI '62) bcnwv@msn.com
Marlene Andre (RW '53) mandre1@charter.net
Jamie Stevens (WI '65) jamie@acuprompt.com
Mary Gaile Thompson Barr (WI '64) LakeLady117@msn.com
Jill Garvin Modlin (WI '51) robertmodlin@hotmail.com
Bob Modlin (WI '50) robertmodlin@hotmail.com
Bill May (WI '63) billmay@bellsouth.net
Edith Kline (WI '64) billlmay@bellsouth.net
Erik (Freddy) Fredricksen (WI '61) hannis@umich.edu
Jim Ali (WI '65) jimali@verizon.net
Dave Tuffy Knight (VHS '54) tuffcon@sympatico.ca
Rose Bosley McGee (WI '65) RSM.JM@EARTHLINK.NET
Marcia Booth (WI '65) marcia.booth@marshall.edu
Chuck Spann (WI '63) cwspann@aol.com
Bob Feltner (WI '63) bobf@cfl.rr.com
John P. Blanchard (WI '58) WVJohnB@aol.com
Thomas Hill (WI '52) TML_Hill@msn.com
(that is with an underline
between the TML and Hill)
Marjorie Glass Lewis (WI '65) EAGLECHEER@AIL.COM
Sharon E Ash Skinner (VHS '61) seas44@webtv.net
Judy Aspy Payne (WI '59) jpayne@northstate.net
John Christie (WI '59) jbchristieii@cs.com


CHANGE OF ADDRESS

Linda Humphries Hall (WI '61) was deflwyr1@wirefire.com
now deflwyr1@charter.net
Marvin Miller (WI ?) paradisefl1@verizon.net
Betty Miller (WI ?) betts08@verizon.net




GAL TIME


Pictured above from our class reunion are Patty Terrill Stealey, Babette Holland Sullivan, Clara Jason Davis, Bonnie Snyder (Mrs. Habie), Carolyn Pinella Warne and Rosemary Grow Warne. Sorry Carolyn and Rosemary I just couldn’t cut out your picture---you were enjoying such a great laugh.




STREETCARS

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

Trolley cars were the first public transportation I can remember. The article in the July Newsletter pretty much says it all. I can remember the trolleys coming along Harrison St. in Broad Oaks. There was a slight grade so some of the older boys would soap the rails so the wheels would spin and throw off sparks and the car come to a stop. Another trick was to tie a rope between two trees high enough to disconnect the power wheel and stop the car. There were days when the motorman must have dreaded the route.




submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
Fgl46vhs@aol.com

I made a scrap album on streetcars several years ago and just about every one in the county has been to my house to borrow or look at it here in my home. In case you have not been informed they are constructing a new bus terminal adjacent to the right of the old terminal. It will be done in a few months. I am, at their request, taking my album to them tomorrow as they want to copy the old street car photos plus schedule, fares etc: They are going to put them on a wall in the new office[s].




STREETCARS IN AREA GOT THEIR START IN THE EARLY 1900S

The following is made up of a few excerpts from an article in the Clarksburg Exponent Telegram by Bob Stealey (WI '64) Bobnalong1@aol.com

Freddie Layman provided some dates and data concerning streetcars to Bob Stealey for his newspaper column Bob'n'Along. This column was in the newspaper several years ago. Bob gave me permission to use pieces and parts of his article here.

The first streetcar service between Clarksburg and Bridgeport was on October 20, 1909. The first streetcar from downtown Clarksburg to North View was September 12, 1912. Then the next year, on Sept. 0, 1913, streetcar service to Weston was put into service. Street cars began running to Wolf Summit in March 1917.

Freddie Layman said he boarded the street car for 17 years at Reynolds Siding, between Gore and Hepzibah, at a cost of 14 cents. (EDITOR’S NOTE: I remember Freddie relating in an earlier newsletter that he rode the streetcar to school.) The last run to Fairmont from Clarksburg was April 1947. Many of the streetcar lines were run by the Monongahela West Penn Public Service Company of WV.

Known originally as the Fairmont & Clarksburg Traction Company, some of the communities from Fairmont to Clarksburg included: Edgemont Junction, Fireside Inn, Jayenne Siding, Westchester, White Rock Siding, Monongah, Traction Park Siding, Pennois, Everson, Cheifton, Helen’s Run Junction, (Where WV 218 ends at US 19), Worthington, Annebelle Siding, Bingamon Junction, Enterprise Siding, Viropa, Riverdale, Shinnston, Ehler, Lucas Mills Siding, Haywood Junction, Gypsy Siding, Meadowbrook Siding, Erie, Hepzibah, Reynolds Siding, Gore, Dunham, North View, Limestone Junction, Adamston, and Clarksburg.

Car 250 would use the B & O RR grade separation south of Clarksburg as late as 1946 between Weston and Clarksburg. The Clarksburg-Weston line would stop heading South: West End Junction, Stealey, Hartland, Owens, Oakmound, Mitchell, Barnett, Dolan, Spring Hill, Country Club, Brown Creek, Two Lick, Combs, Marshall, Alpha, Mount Clare, Interstate, Bassell. Freeport, Stout, Brick Church, Alvin, Lost Creek, Rector, Califf, Milford Road, McWorther, County Line, Corley, Hacker’s Creek, Jane Lew, Beeghley, Hebron, Hardman, Westfield, Jackson’s Mill, Butchersville, Turner, Bennett, Edmiston, Shady Brook, B&O Shops and finally, Weston. The first car would leave Clarksburg at 5:35 and pull in at Weston at 6:40 am. Hopefully, this has brought back some fond memories for some who had the privilege of riding the streetcars.




STREET CARS

submitted by: Pat Elder (NDHS '57)
st1pat@aol.com

My first "Ride" was the streetcar. We had no car. My grandfather, Patrick Dolan lived 5 miles out of Clarksburg one mile before Clarksburg Country Club. I lived in the small cabin down the hill from him during WWII while my dad was gone. Our log cabin was right next to the tracks. Several of my pets were killed on those tracks. I rode the streetcar to school & back everyday during 1945 & 1946 (1st & 2nd grades)

My other grandfather, Arthur Elder lived 5 miles out of Weston in Jane Lew, right across the tracks. So, that streetcar was my life in those years, riding between grandparents and to school. I really didn't know any other way to go anyplace else.

I remember one of the conductors named Fred Starrick. He was a crusty guy and usually in a bad mood. He had a habit of "breaking down" at Art Elder's Stop. You see, my grandfather Art was the master mechanic in the B & O roundhouse in Weston, and could fix anything. Fred would toot and Art would come out to the tracks and ask, "What's wrong, Fred?" "She quit on me, Art."--so the two of them would climb under the streetcar and Art would hand Fred a flask of whiskey and Fred would have a few snorts. Art would then say, "Well Fred, here's your problem..." Then Fred would be off towards Weston again and usually in a better mood.

John Flaherty was another conductor. I used to get in a fight with Texas Stone at least twice a week. His dad was Dr. Stone. They lived right at the entrance to Clarksburg Country Club. Going to school one morning I gave Texas a bloody nose right before we got into the streetcar station in town. He went up crying to Mr. Flaherty. I hid in the back, waiting for everyone to get off including John Flaherty. He didn't fall for it. After a small wait he called, "Pat, it's time to get off now." I was really scared. As I passed him at the front, he reached down and hit his changer and handed me a dime and said "I don't like him either.” Boy, was I surprised (and relieved).

The next week I gave Texas another bloody nose just before I got off at our Dolan Stop. Texas then got off at the next stop. About 20 minutes later my mom got a call from Mrs. Stone. I heard her say "and it's still bleeding"? I got really scared. I hid under the bed. Remember, I was only 6 yrs. old. I truly thought if anyone would bleed that long that they would die! I remember thinking I killed him and now I was a murderer. When mom called for me I wouldn't answer. When she finally found me I was screaming," I didn't mean to kill him!” She at last calmed me down and explained that he wasn't going to die. I wasn't a bad kid-Texas started it most of the time, and things got a little easier after all that.

Those are my all-time memories of the Streetcar.




submitted by: John Cooper (WI '61)
Mysto99@aol.com

STREETCARS I rode them from Clarksburg to Spring Hill-Country Club stop to and from school. Especially on each and every Friday night rain or shine. During school-months I would race out of Towers School, or Central or WI and run into the Moores Opera House and sit through my favorite western, and B-Movie feature. Always a draw for me was the weekly SERIAL adventure episode! (Big triple Bill--but that big guy never showed up..(?)--) Then I would hop on a streetcar, get off in the pitch dark, walk up the hill past the Country Club grounds up Spring Hill to my house. I got home around 10;00 pm. I would always forget to take along a flashlight!!!  My dad was no nut, so he did not come out after me. Nor would he be waiting to pick me up as I got off the streetcar. Out in the snowstorm one night, I barely made it home I will never forget the blinding snow storm that hit just as I got off the streetcar at our stop.   The final jammed streetcar trip to downtown Clarksburg had people hanging onto the outside and packed inside so those riders could say they had rode on the "final Clarksburg streetcar trip"!  It was amazing how well they maintained those cars. There were very few streetcar accidents or derailments. Usually the accident occurred a car would hit them at the junction of 4th and Pike across from the Library. When the streetcar came up Pike Street to turn up onto 4th Street past the Moores Opera House, the jarring of the track-change forced the needle on the sound discs for the early movie-talkies to skip  in the film-booth. (Before the sound was printed alongside the picture on the film as it is now.) Indeed this was true and was told to me many times by the old long time projectionist Mr. Valonga, that worked at the Moores.   I do remember our gang pulling the wheel of the power cable and the streetcar going dark, the conductor coming to the back cussing and re-placing the trolley wheel back up on the wire so the lights and all power would come on again so we could continue. We tried to do it as the car would be over a bridge.



SHARING MEMORIES



Pictured above are Tom Marshall and John Campbell sharing a few old memories.





A “SORE MONTH” OF JULY

THE EDITOR SUFFERS BUT THE NEWSLETTER CONTINUES

I have had a hard month of July. I had to get another computer as the lightning struck a tree in our backyard, entered our home…blacked out my 6 month old Dell computer, burned out a table lamp and zapped our garage door opener. On the 5th of July, while trying to lower the garage door from the outside, I mashed two fingers. Our garage door does not have a handle on the outside. I was trying to lower the door manually by working it down with my hands….it got stuck with only the last panel left to unfold. I reached up and put my hand in the open crease between the two panels---and I pulled---all of a sudden the door dropped with all of its weight and caught my first and third finger on my right hand. Now I am standing there with those two fingers stuck in that heavy door about 6 ft off the ground and I can’t raise the door. No one in the neighborhood was outside. Bill wasn’t home. I had enough sense to think even though I felt like I was going to faint from the pain. Luckily I had on sandals so I crunched back my toes and stuck the sole of the shoe under the rubber seal on the bottom of the door. I had to lift the door with my foot (remember my fingers are still being mashed). Once I relieved the pressure I took my fingers out of the door. I didn’t know that fingers could smash down so thin. They instantly turned blue. I had to search in my purse for my house key (with my left hand) run to the front door, open the door with my left hand (I am totally right handed), run in the house, turn off the alarm system and then cry, scream and even lose my religion. I started holding ice on my fingers and kept them in the air. My fingers were numb, they turned black. Now I thought I had put ice on them so long that I had frost bite! Well now for the rest of the story. On Tuesday the 6th I walked into my doctor’s office (appointments only please). I showed the receptionist my fingers and ask if I could see a doctor. I got a new doctor’s assistant (or some fancy title) who was about the age of my oldest grandchild. However, being a brilliant young man he said he would have to check this out and get another opinion ….GEEE!—I think so TOO! So the elder statesman of the office suggested that I go downstairs to the Med Center and have an X-Ray taken, wait for the x-rays and return with them. RESULTS: No breaks! But keep the hand in the air and keep applying ice. (I guess age or experience had taught me this---as I had been doing it for more than 24 hours at this point). As I started to leave the elder doctor said to the kid MD..(sort of looked like a dark haired Doogie Houser)—aren’t you going to prescribe some pain medicine for her? WOW—now I knew why I came to see the doctor!!!! So for the next week or so I sat and walked around looking like someone about to take the oath of office….I thought it looked so silly. Once when I went to the store with Bill, I placed my fingers on my jaw—that way I wouldn’t look so silly walking around with my hand in the air---Bill looked and me and said, “Oh, no, what is wrong with your jaw!” We got a big laugh out of that. The fingers are still swollen 4 weeks later and I will lose my fingernail on my ring finger for sure and maybe my index finger. The bill from the doctor’s office came, I think it gave me nearly the same amount of pain as the fingers are in by this time…….I paid my $20.00 co-pay to the doctor at the initial visit but the bill shows that the insurance was charged $269.75 for office call and radiology diagnosis! (Don't take me wrong--I am glad Doogie and the elder were able to see me, it did set my mind free that I wasn't going to lose my fingertips--but they did suggest that if the blood didn't flow to the ends properly, I might be in trouble.) Maybe I should become an old female Doogie Houser as I had already diagnosed the treatment? So readers, forgive me for some of the errors, I have had to type most of this newsletter using my right thumb, and my middle finger of my right hand. Did you ever notice that the pinkie on the right hand doesn’t do much work on the keyboard? It just sort of loafs around over there on the edge. But it sure completes a 5 finger look!




THREE PRETTY LADIES


Pictured above are Jeanne Wells Himmel, Judy Cutlip Floyd and Carolyn Harbert Eneix sharing a few old times while attending the Class of 1959 reunion.



IN RESPONSE TO BOBBY SECRET’S CHALLENGE

EDITOR’S NOTE: Concerning this subject, I received all of the notes below and one other from a female. If you are the one who wrote to me about this subject and you don’t see your letter here---please resend it, I apologize, I lost it. Some of my excuse is explained above.

submitted by: Judy Martino Gray proud member of WI's 1965 Class
Jgray128@aol.com

First let me say what you are doing is a magnificent thing for those of us that benefited from a fine upbringing and education from Clarksburg and WI. My husband (John Gray, class of '63) and I would love to be included on your mailing list. I would like to "rival" Bobby Secret's long family lineage at WI. :) My Mom was a wonderful Biological Sciences teacher at WI from 1958-1981, Leah Martino. For those of you who remember Mom, she was a "Mother" to many. She always had kids in her classroom (on the 3rd floor, the media room with the high windows) sharing their many teenage woes. She was voted the Outstanding Science Teacher in WV in 1966. My Dad, Frank Martino graduated from the "Hill" in 1932 and was an All Stater in Football and Basketball. He went on to play college sports and for a short period of time played professional basketball. Four years ago Dad was voted to Glenville State College's Athletic Hall of Fame's charter class. All 7 of his siblings graduated from WI as well as those siblings' children. Have you lost count yet? :) My brother David graduated in the class of 1962 and he practices medicine in Columbus. Two years ago, we moved Mom and Dad from Clarksburg to Columbus to be near all of us. Last August Mom was admitted to a nursing facility here in Columbus that is caring for her dementia. She is so sweet, so peaceful and in no pain...for that we are grateful. Dad is a thriving 90 year young man, golfing, working out daily and living independently in his condo. He runs circles around all of us. For those of you who know him, he sends his love and best wishes. My husband John's ('63) brother Doug was in the class of '60. John's Mom and Dad both graduated from WI. Are we ahead of the Secret family yet? I promise I won't go any further. :) Last Fall a number of my classmates, Shari Joseph, Susie Wysong, Ellen Reid, Lana Myers, Sandra Harrison, and Ann Humphries (all class of '65) and I reunited in Columbus for Shari's wedding. It was just like old times. We picked up right where we left off years earlier. What a joy! The older we get the more we all realize the importance of our roots and how we're all connected. We look forward to John's reunion the last weekend in July as the classes of '63 and '64 re-unite in Clarksburg for a walk down memory lane.


submitted by: Harriett Danley VanVoorhis (WI '58)
Bill.VanVoorhis@mail.wvu.edu

Bob Secret’s article about the members of his family who attended W.I. started me calculating the number of my family members who “walked those halls”. Since I hadn’t thought about it before, I was really shocked at the result!

It all started around 1919 with my uncle. Next, my dad and his three sisters attended in the 1920’s, but not all of them graduated. My mother did graduate in 1932. My aunt, uncle, and three cousins graduated in the late 1940’s and early 1950’s. My sister and brother-in-law graduated in 1952. My husband, Bill, and I graduated in 1958. Bill’s two brothers and one sister graduated in the 1960’s. The last of the line of attendees and graduates was my brother, who graduated in 1973. That’s a total of 19!! I guess that’s just another reason why I feel so connected to Washington Irving High School.

Switching to another subject—the West Virginia State Motto is “Montani Semper Liberi”, or something close to it. It translates to “Mountaineers are Always Free”. (I get a little “miffed” when people refer to West Virginians as “Hillbillies”.)

My father-in-law, Joe Van Voorhis, felt so strongly about the motto that he made a wooden plaque with raised wooden letters of it. The plaque hung on the Van Voorhis home in Clarksburg for many years. When the house was sold, Bill and I took the plaque. Because some of the letters were broken off, we don’t display it. It is nonetheless important to us, not only because of the meaning of the motto to all West Virginians, but also because Bill’s dad, who is now deceased, made it.

EDITOR’S NOTE: I agree---I AM A MOUNTAINEER….And I tell anyone who refers to me as a WV Hillbilly that I am not a hillbilly. I am a MOUNTAINEER! Most of my friends and acquaintances have been educated! I am not shy about this! And in case you want to make a comment, you may write to me at Roleta1@aol.com.


submitted by: Jack Emrick (WI '54)
CadilacJak54@aol.com

Boy, I don't write anything for ages, and then I go crazy. Just thinking about Bobby Secret's letter about his family and who has attended WI. My only sister Margaret Jean "JEANNIE" (Emrick) Wilson graduated there in 1944. Her husband Arden Kayes "Doc" Wilson entered the U.S.NAVY in 41 or 42, and was a graduate in 43. First, he is not a Doctor, it is a nickname. Second, he enlisted, and received his diploma just as if he had been there. He was the youngest of four children. Jean Wilson the eldest probably graduated about 39 or 40. Justine and Chuck were twins and probably graduated in 41 or 42. Only Justine is deceased. I don't think any of them have computers or I would get them on here. Their father was C.P. Wilson (Charles Paul), who became Clarksburg's Police Chief after several years as a WV State Trooper. My wife, Beverly Jean (Workman) Emrick was a grad with 66. Her son (my step-son, with me from age 3.5) Charles Eric "CHIP" Willis, who is owner of Chip's Auto Parts, a salvage yard and auto repair shop on 19 north at Dawmont graduated in 88. My daughter Alisha Faith finished WI MIDDLE SCHOOL in 99. Chip's daughter Cassandra Nicole Willis finished in 03 and is ready to start her sophomore year at RCBHS this fall. Her brother, Michael "Brock" Willis will finish WI in 05. He has an unusual birthday June 20, 1991. That is, of course, WV's birthday.

On June 8, 2003 I had an unusual experience. At 10 AM I watched my 18-year-old daughter Alisha graduate from RCBHS. That evening I drove to Farmington and watched my 19-year-old grandson graduate from North Marion H.S. Then we went to his dad's house (my oldest son Bruce Alan Emrick, by my second marriage, who will be 39 on 12-26-04), where I held my 4 month old great-grandson. I thought that was kind of neat for one day’s experience.

Oh, before I get off here, what would be the expense of having CD's made of all the newsletters? I tried to copy them, but discovered that I must have permission, and I am not too savvy about that anyway. How many newsletters would fit on one CD? I will submit another nostalgia piece a little later.


A WEBSITE TO VISIT

submitted by: Mike Snyder (WI '57)
Mesfastwater@yahoo.com

Back in l977, I was blacksmithing on a large sheep farm on the Laurel Fork in Randolph County and Smiley Martin went trout fishing with me. He had been to the Orvis fly-fishing school and told me he could have learned more from me. Andy Hamilton and I had learned a lot about fly-fishing when we lived in Aspen. As the springtime was a lean season for smithing, I started the first fly-fishing school in West Virginia in l978. It was to become the most unique in the country because I didn't have any model to follow and developed my own. When Davis and Elkins College asked me to condense it into one day, I did. We now provide lunches, either on stream or in our home, giving my wife a break from the elaborate midday dinners we used to serve. Angus Phillips, the outdoor writer, featured us in The Washington Post--so every spring and summer, we teach individuals and private parties to fly-fish. I furnish all the equipment and guests stay in nearby Canaan or Alpena. Recently, a youngster from Tucker County where I teach as a sub, set up a website for me--I don't have a clue how! So the old WI grad is now fishing in cyberspace. You can visit my website at: http://www.fastwaterflyfishingschool.com/

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TRIVIA PICTURE IN THE JULY ISSUE

Main Street Grocery

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

The photo is of Main street Grocery....My Grandfather owned the store ...when he passed away in 1946 I was 2 yrs old...My Uncle Joe Pulice right home from the service took it over.. I started to help in the store when I was 6-7 years old...putting away pop bottles and dusting shelves....In 1952 a new store was built right next to the old store as it was tore down and a Service Station was put in.....I also worked in the new store ...my Uncle Joe being the owner.. I could have anything I wanted all I had to do was ask....Phil Hooper came to work there delivering Groceries...that is another story...."HA" I can Remember so many good people stopping in to get their groceries....The Nursing School was at St Mary’s then and the Nurses came down quite often.....Speak of great memories....many W.I. students will remember Main Street Grocery.......My Uncle Joe was like a Big Kid himself........When I had a problem or got in a Jam he was the one I went to....he took care of everything........made all my troubles disappear.....He was my Hero....


submitted by: Martha Pulice Williams (WI '54)
mwilliams9@msn.com

My grandfather Sam Pulice opened the doors of Main Street Grocery for business in 1930. Shown in front of the store are (from left) Dale Jenkins. Truman Young and Mary Pulice.

His business was only closed one day in 1930 to observe Christmas.

My uncle Joe Pulice became the proprietor in 1947 following the death of his father.

In 1954, the Main Street grocery moved into a new building.

My uncle Joe and Aunt Vaughn were partners on Main St., both in marriage and the grocery store, since 1946.

Growing up we all spent many hours in the store. They were very generous people and loved by all who knew them.

Although they have passed away, their spirit and love will always be near...... In 1954, Main St. grocery was moved into a new building. Closed the business 1983.


submitted by: Phil Hooper (WI '59)
Bumpes@aol.com

The picture is the original of the Main Street Grocery. Corner of Main and Chestnut Street. I am not sure how long it had been there but I believe in late 1940 or early 50's they tore down that store and built a gas station on that corner and built the new Main Street Grocery on the next lot. Walter Neeley, Sr. owned the building. Joe either rented or leased it. Joe later bought the store. I don't remember much about the old store but I worked for Joe and Evelyn (Fisher) Pulice. Many of us including Joe called Fisher "Mommy". They were one of the best things that ever happened to me in my early teens. I worked there from 1955-1959. I started off making 50 cents an hour and I can remember after a year or so, Frank Perri, who managed the store for Joe, told me he had talked to Joe and that they decided I should get a raise. I thought I was the richest guy around when they gave me $1.00 an hour.

Not only did I work there, but I spent a lot of my free time there. I apologize for not remembering all of the guys that used to hang out there on the wall next door to the store at Mr. Randolph's house. Maybe some of you can remember hanging out there. Mike Hinton, Teddy Wilson, Skip Phillips, Jim Pulice, Frank Perri, Jr., Tom Connor, Bill Bowie, Jim Martin, Gary Robey and Hank Ross, Richard, David and Sammy Ellis and Wally Neeley, Jr. are just a few of the guys that I remember.

Many of Joe's family worked at the store. Also working there were--his brothers, Dutch and Tommy and sister, Toots, nephew, Jim Pulice and niece, Mary Jo. In my mind, Joe treated all of us great. Virginia Heater worked there also and was she a great cook. There was a kitchen in the back of the store where she would prepare some great meals.

One of many things that stick out in my mind was one night Tom Pulice and I were working and a regular customer came in at about closing time. I waited on him and gave him his change. There was a half dollar in his change and he asked me if I wanted to flip for double or nothing. I looked at Tom to see what he thought. He just shrugged his shoulders as to say "it's up to you". After the customer lost about $10.00, he left a little upset. Well Joe heard about it the next day and I thought I was going to lose my job but Joe just said no more of that and that the customer was a responsible adult and should have known better. I think the customer had a few drinks before coming into the store.

There were a few tragic times. The worst was when Joe and Fisher lost their young son, Michael. He died in his sleep. Another bad thing was when Frank Perri, Jr. (we called him Poop) got his hand caught in the meat cuber and lost his finger. When I was 16 and I got my driver's license, I was allowed to make deliveries. I enjoyed that very much. I also enjoyed going to the Italian bakery in Glen Elk to pick up fresh bread on Saturday mornings. We would eat that fresh bread with a big chunk of bologna.

It was a sad time when Joe passed away. He had gone on a golf trip with friends when he, I believe, had a heart attack. This past summer, I had the opportunity to visit Fisher and her daughter Christine. Not realizing that it would be the last time I would see her as she also passed away earlier this year. We had a great time talking about the wonderful years at the store and many of the wonderful people who worked and shopped there. Joe and Fisher later bought the Randolph house next door to the store where we had spent many nights on That Wall. She never missed but one year sending me a Christmas card. I will keep and cherish this last Christmas card she sent me. I will surely miss her, but I have the memories of her and I thank God for having known her and Joe. I would love hearing other stories about Joe, Fisher and the Main Street Grocery.


submitted by: Fred Layman (VHS '46)
FGLVHS@aol.com

The July trivia photo is of the first building occupied by the Main Street Grocery Store built in 1930. The owner was Sam Pulice and was located at the corner of Chestnut and West Main Streets. Dale Jenkins is the gentleman dressed in a suit in the picture in the July newsletter; Dale Jenkins is in the middle and then Sam’s daughter Mary Pulice. In 1934 the building was enlarged on the left side by 5 feet and the entrance door was relocated to the center of the store. A new modern structure was built in 1954 several feet to the left of the original building. Some time after the store closed, The Flower Shop located there for several years. The building is now occupied by Camilla’s Imports.



TRIVIA PICTURE FOR AUGUST

PICTURE FURNISHED BY MELINDA MAZZA SUTTER (WI '64)

If you recognize the above picture, please write your guess (and include a little memory) to Roleta1@aol.com





PRECIOUS CHILD FOR JULY



Perhaps the child pictured is just too young for you to remember. The precious child pictured in the July issue is Roger Dean (RW 1957). He is married to Carol VanHorn Dean (WI 1958). For those of you who attend the Clarksburg reunion picnic in Sarasota, Florida each March, Roger is the man with the beautiful voice who leads us in a patriotic song each year. I love his voice!



PRECIOUS CHILD FOR AUGUST



Do you recognize this child? Send your guess and a memory to roleta1@aol.com



HANGING OUT IN HARTLAND

submitted by: Sandra Zickefoose Lindke (WI '56)
aslindke@worldnet.att.net

In Hartland the kids from our area spent a lot of time on our front porch and sitting on the curbs at the corner of Magnolia Ave and Traction St. Mrs.Webb’s was the place for ice cream and hotdogs. She had a secret chili recipe. Some of the kids I can remember were Bill Davis, Jim Lunsford, Bob Cathers, Jim Ritchie, Dick Frush and cousin Hubert, Richard Stalnaker, Jackie Averill and of course sister Judy, and brother Rex. Our dog Tammy always got ice cream too.

One time Rex and Hubert were wrestling. Rex had Hubert down and tried to get him to say "uncle", but he wouldn't until his arm broke. Rex knew he was in big trouble, but he felt so bad that no big punishment came about. When we had hotdogs Rex would take his plain and take it home and put grape jelly on it. yuk! I can't remember any of us getting in big trouble or causing any real problems. Oh the good old days!



RANDOM TOUGHTS

submitted by: Skip Bowie (WI '57)
Sbowie11140@aol.com

As I was pulled by my wife in my new Radio Flyer red wagon to Wally World, "Things" began to pop and leapt in and out of my addle brain.
Remember and ask: Don McNeil marching around the breakfast table;
Well, King this case is closed; Ten years ago on cold dark night some was killed beneath the town hall light ;
"You betchum, Red Rider" ; God Bless America...Kate
Buy them by the carton, Arthur ; Well I don't know, Andy ; That's the songbird, Penny
Silver bullet, my a-- ; kryptonite smells like glue ; Hit the breaks, Cato ; How high is the Ring of Fire? My little chickadee, Claude William Dunkenfield ; Aqua Velvet, Canoe, Gillette safety blades with toilet paper. Old Spice and Burma Shave poetry. This day will live infamy . How old would you be, if you did know how old you was.
Satch
Did the fire ever go out in Jackson? Lash LaRue, John Randolph, Bob Steele, Gene and Roy ; Clearasil cracks later in the evening. Will the circle ever be broken?
Did the vision from radio look phantasmagorial?
It is a long haul to the mall...




CARLISLE SCHOOL


Above is a picture of what is currently located at the site of the Carlisle Grade School. Picture courtesy of Freddie Layman (VHS 1946)



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

Carlile School or is it Carlisle? Whatever. I started there on my sixth birthday in 1936, there were no public kindergartens in Harrison Co at that time. My Dad and my Uncle had also gone to school there. My first grade teacher was Miss Charity Johnson who was in her 50th year of teaching. She had two sisters - Faith and Hope. She retired at the end of the year. She still wore the long dresses to her ankles and had her hair in a bun at the back of her head. A very nice lady. Second grade was Miss Jefferson, Third, Miss Fanny Hughes, Fourth, Miss Dessie Bright, Fifth was Mrs Tish Nance. Notice all the Misses. Married women were not allowed to teach in those days. Mrs. Nance was a widow. In sixth grade I had Miss Frankie Williams. Most made a real impression on me and I cannot understand how they put up with me, for I was not the most cooperative pupil.

We went home for lunch and were not allowed to bring a bag lunch. We stayed in one room for all subjects. Recess was mostly marching around and around the hall to band music. Occasionally, in good weather, we went out and played games, but there was little room in back of the building for anything.

Itinerant teachers who went from school to school taught special subjects. Miss Regina Caulfield taught music (she lived next door to the school). Miss Shakelford (sp) was the writing teacher who went crazy trying to teach a left handed kid to write. It seems to me that there was also an art teacher who came around once in a while, but I can't remember. All of these teachers gave us strict discipline and demanded we do our best, punishment or reprimand did not destroy our self-esteem or serious trauma to our psyche. How did we survive? For those today, we should point out that the desks were bolted to the floor, we bought our own books, walked to school.

Sixth grade boys provided us with help in getting across Main St. acting as safety patrols. I don't remember girls being on the Safety Patrol. I was a substitute patrol boy, taking a place when someone was absent. Much of what we did and the way we were taught, with spanking, etc would be illegal today. The building itself would be condemned as it lacked almost all safety standards-- no fire escapes, oiled wood floors, poor lighting ,etc.



submitted by: Jack Emerick (WI '54)
Cadilacjak54@aol.com

We (Class of 54) are currently planning our 50th class re-union, which is scheduled for Aug 13th and 14th at the Clarksburg Country Club. I began my education in September 1941 at Carlisle Grade School on Maple Avenue (which should probably have been called South Maple Ave.). It is the section of Maple that turns right, just at the top of Main Street Hill above Monticello Ave. This section of Main Street is referred to as Quality Hill and the houses on both sides of the street are very typical of late 1800's architecture. Many have a turret on one corner. Almost all had slate roofs. The Maxwell-Duncan estate is located on the western corner of Maple, with a high brick wall with pillars at the end of each section and a beautiful curving staircase (also brick) . It is a terrible state of disrepair now, but was glorious in my youth. All of these homes are something to see, and many are in fairly good shape at this time. Anyway, forgive my rambling.

My first grade teacher was Mrs Findley. She was young and pretty, and I really loved her. Her husband was killed in combat during the first few months of WW II. My second grade teacher, Miss Jefferson was a descendant of Thomas Jefferson, and was really great. My third grade teacher was Miss Fanny Hughes, and was pretty strict. Miss Dessie Bright was our fourth grade teacher, and would sometimes come to school with one dark blue shoe and one dark brown shoe, but she was very nice. My fifth grade teacher was Mrs.Letiitia Nance. She was my favorite teacher in elementary school. She would send me to the A & L Grocery Store, which was located on the corner of Park Avenue and Pike Street on the north-west corner (where the Rte 50 overpass is located now). She would give me a dime at noon and say" Jackie, (lets face it, that is what I was called) will you go to the A&L, and get you and me a pickle for lunch "? They had a pickle barrel, with dill pickles in brine. I would go over there and reach down in that barrel (boy, was that brine cold) and get two pickles, pay a dime, and go back to school. I would give Mrs. Nance her pickle, and then sit down on the wall out in front of the school and eat my pickle. Mrs. Nance had a son named Davis that was several years ahead of me, and I believe graduated from WI about 46 or 47. My sixth grade teacher was Bunner D. Palmer. I think the Principal was J.Dale Johnson.

In Central I had Mrs Israel as my home-room teacher. Mr. E. J. Lowther was principal. Miss Rohrbaugh, Miss Smith , Mr. Corder, Mr Luzader, were some of the teachers. Noah Anderson was coach, and of course, Mr. Henry Mayer was the band director. In the eight grade I rode the chartered train which took the WI students to the Parkersburg - W I Football game. This was fall of 48. We caught them in a lullaby, and when they awoke we had defeated them. I think the score was something like 48 to 19. Parkersburg's newspaper had banner headlines "HUMAN TANK CORSINI (DAVE) ROLLS BIG RED LINE". That just wasn't done.!!! I have exhausted all my space and probably you as I have really gone on and on here. You will notice that I spelled Carlile CARLISLE. I seem to remember that as you went into the school there was a tiled outside entry. The tiles were red and spelled in white tiles was Carlisle Grade School. Perhaps Chad Sinsel will see this and either bear this out or correct it.

A REMEMBERED TRIP INSIDE CARLISLE:
by Jack Emerick


When you entered the school, there was an open porch like area with an archway and, as I said earlier, the red tiled floor with the writing in white. Then came the wooden framed structure with the heavy glass windows and the large double doors, which also had heavy glass windows. Inside the doors, the floor was level for three or four feet and then steps, perhaps five to seven of them, and then three or four feet of level floor, and another wall very much like the first one with heavy glass and doors with heavy glass. Inside this area was a great island stair case which in front of you was 12 or 14 feet wide and rose up about 10 or 12 feet to a landing which had a beautiful dark stained banister that went all the way across it. The stairwell continued then from each side in two smaller staircases running the opposite direction (that is you had to make a 180 degree turn at the top either to the left or right) This meant that there was a large hole in the room at the top. This whole area was surrounded by a dark stained banister which encircled the opening with the exception of where the staircases where at the top. The rooms were located around the periphery on either side, both downstairs and upstairs. The rooms were probably 12 feet high, with steam or hot water heat, and the large registers with the tell-tale red ribbon tied to the center so you could tell when the heat or ventilation was on. The GRAND STAIRCASE was where we did our Christmas Carol Sing each Christmas with songs selected from the traditional Christmas Carol Songbook (remember, it had a cover with a winter scene in red, white, and black. I would love to find one Ha Ha) I really get nostalgic when I think of that time of my life. The spelling is a tricky thing. I am sure you will find the correct spelling. I personally battled with this as I went from Carlile to Carlisle to Carlyle, but I kept coming back to the "s”.



submitted by: Mary Stump Harrell (WI '55)
maryharrell@direcway.com

Another great first of the month reading the newsletter, again many thanks to you for keeping up with it.

I went to Carlisle on Maple Avenue, and I even wondered, as I read Gloria Caruso Schaffer's memories, if she was confusing Linden with Carlilse. Upon rereading her entry, I guess not.

I was at Carlisle from 1943 to 1949. Mr. Johnson was the principal for those six years. We had a toy orchestra in the 2nd grade also. I remember each teacher and several things about each grade. Susan Pierson Robinson in the June newsletter asked if anybody remembered Miss Hughes and her paddle. Yes, indeed! Third . I am surprised that a WI grad of '65 knew Miss Hughes - that means she was at Carlisle another ten years after our third grade. We knew that she and Dr. Spelsberg had been to grade school together and we therefore thought that she was ancient because she was as old as Carolyn's father. (He and my mother graduated in the same class from WI (1916, I think) so that made her as old as my mother also). The paddle was noted, as I remember, for having holes in it, which we thought, made it more painful. I really do not remember anyone getting paddled. But I do remember that Miss Hughes had an alarm clock on her side desk so that she could watch the time without having to go out into the hall. One day, egged on by Judy Lough, and me, Sue Holt Barr (WI 55) set the clock ahead 30 minutes so that we would be dismissed half an hour early for lunch. And we were let out early - but by the time we returned from lunch the trick had been discovered and there was an upset teacher until Miss Hughes learned who was responsible. Sue may have been paddled on that occasion, I don't remember. I also do not remember how she was found out.

I remember Miss Shackleford well also. I couldn't do those ovals either. But I loved when she, or our other traveling teacher, Miss Caulfield, came to class because it took us away from whatever the usual routine was. I also remember Mr. Butterfusco - I survived the tap class for two meetings - when he said "brush, brush, heel! " and "brush, brush, toe!" I did toe on "heel" and heel on "toe" - and refused to return after lesson number two.

I do not remember either the writing or the music teacher coming until we were in the 4th grade. We had Miss Dessie Bright in the 4th grade. She had a "cow pen" on the blackboard - a box where she wrote your name if you were discovered to be chewing gum. My greatest grade school "sin" was committed in the 4th grade when I spent some time carefully carving several sets of my initials into a brand new desktop. I must have used the blunt nosed scissors we all had in our desks. I don't think I thought it would be discovered - but of course there came a day when Miss Bright asked me to stay behind at lunchtime, and confronted me with the evidence. She told me to come back with a bucket and scrub brush and that I would have to stay after school that day to clean up the desk. I was so distressed that I cried all the way home for lunch. I told my mother when I got home that I was sick. I did not tell her of my great misdeed. By the time I had wept all the way home, I did have a fever and was kept home for a couple of days - finally one day Miss Bright called home to find out why I had not returned to school. I could only hear my mother's side of the phone conversation, but I knew the jig was up!

I think my favorite grade school memory is of the 2nd grade art class. We had Miss Jefferson - surely one of the sweetest and most patient teachers ever - and she had a barrel of damp clay in the basement. We would go to the basement and make things out of clay - I loved the smell of the clay and its feel - and Miss Jefferson would come around and "fix" my creations so that they somewhat resembled what I intended them to be. I was not a sculptor, but I did love to get my hands in the clay.

I could go on and on -- memories are flooding back - but I will quit for now. If you decide to do a sort of grade-school-a-month thing, I will write some more.

Again, none of us can thank you enough for all this work. And, I want to tell you also, that I do keep your son in my prayers. I hope that things are going well for him and for you and his Dad.



submitted by: Dave Nichols (WI '55)
DNicholsii@aol.com

Kenneth Cubbon was the principal of WI during my two years there, 1952 and 1955. My friend, Tom Deffet, went steady with his daughter, Patty, and we often double-dated. Because of that I often saw Mr. and Mrs. Cubbon at home, where I found them to be warm and casual, quite a change from the Mr. Cubbon presented to us at WI, where he seemed the stern disciplinarian. After his retirement, Mr. Cubbon attended our class reunions faithfully and, incredibly, called us each by name.

In the same time frame, the early fifties, Clay B Hite had retired from coaching but remained at WI with the title Dean of Students. It was his job to keep us in line. He caught me once playing hooky. You better believe I never did it again. One look from that big, strong face brooked no nonsense.

The Knights of the Golden Horseshoe were still in existence as recently as 1998, when my stepdaughter was elected to membership. We attended the ceremony in Charleston, where then Governor Underwood welcomed the new members.

Carlisle Elementary was leveled to make way for a small playground, which my son happily took advantage of when we lived nearby in the 1990's. Incidentally, Carlisle was named in honor of John S. Carlisle, who was largely instrumental in the founding of the State of West Virginia. As a student at Carlisle in the 1940's, it was one of my wishes that we have a playground. Ironically, my son enjoyed a playground there a half-century later.



submitted by: Jane Poulicos
Poulicos@aol.com

Of all the friends I've made in life there's none quite the same as my Carlisle friends.Becky Rumble, Linda Courtney (deceased and still missed) and I never minded being sent to the cloak room for talking---we would just get out our jacks and play quietly under the big window with the sun shining down. We played marbles out back, sang songs every morning with the class and on Halloween, costumes on, the whole school would walk proudly around the block as though we were on parade.

All the Golf Plaza kids would meet up at the bridge and walk together, Kathy Sutter, Brian Thorniley, Eddie Corrin, the Weaver twins, Jack and John, Duncan Jarvis,Tommy Mathes, Linda Joe Cava, Carol Criss. Sooner or later we would meet up with Frank Caufmann, Patty Cline, Steve Marstiller and the others closer to school. On the last day of the school each year we would throw a few papers out of our notebooks off the Golf Plaza bridge and watch forever as they floated downstream. John Elsey, the nicest man, owned the pharmacy at the end of the bridge and it was a mandatory stop for candy and popsicles. Miss Brown, our fourth grade teacher would probably get the top votes for best teacher. She had incredible devotion, kindness and patience. I learned more from her than ten teachers. Harvey Thrasher's paddle was the deadly fear of all of us because nobody wanted to face him in his office. On one of the last days of school Eddie Corrin and I took his paddle and I hid it under my sweater. Boy were we sweating getting caught. To this day I can't throw out that paddle. I guess I thought that would be the end to all punishment! And when I think about it, who else but these kids knew me in the way kids do, before life takes us down such different paths.



submitted by: Jay Sharp (WI '59)
Jsharp4740@aol.com

I attended Carlisle and I will try to share some of my memories with you. First grade was taught by Miss McCarthy, 2nd Mrs. Jefferson, 3rd Miss Hughes, 4th Mrs. Bright, 5th Mrs. Nance and 6th grade was Mrs. Brown. The Principal was Mr. Johnson.

There was no lunchroom so everyone walked home for lunch and back in 1 hour. During the afternoon we had recess and as I recall, most of the time was spent playing marbles. We did not have any swings or play ground equipment on the property. I was a patrol boy but as I recall, the motivation was to get out of class early. The school was a two story brick building with 1 through 4 of the first floor and 5th & 6th and the auditorium on the second floor. You were considered “big stuff” if you went up the main staircase for your class. We did not change classrooms. All bathrooms were in the cold, damp basement. Each room had its own coat closet where you were placed if you misbehaved. I can remember spending a good bit of time checking out everyone’s coat pockets during my imprisonment.

Mrs. Nance was always in charge of directing the plays and Christmas Programs. Again, I always participated so I could get out of class time. It seems so sad that it is all gone and the last time I visited the area that my school is nothing more than a parking lot. As you can see, the building is gone but not the memories.



CARLISLE SCHOOL

picture submitted by: Judy Daugherty Kimler (WI '59)
jkimler@verizon.net




submitted by: Carol Criss Annie (WI '66)
CaCa102148@aol.com

I went to Carlisle and have lots of memories so I'd thought I'd try my hand at writing. Please change, shorten or delete any part or throw the whole thing out.

So here goes:
Carlisle Grade School was located on Maple Ave. off of E. Main Street. The 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th grade classrooms were on the 1st floor. The 5th and 6th grade rooms along with the office and auditorium were on the 2nd floor. The bathrooms were in the basement. My teachers were: 1st, Mrs. Lawman, 2nd, Mrs. Hilty, 3rd, Miss Fannie Hughes, 4th, Mrs. Mary Brown,(she was the very best) 5th, Mr. Harvey Thrasher who was also the principal and 6th, Mrs. George. There was a door from the 5th grade cloakroom to the office. Since there was no secretary, when the phone rang Mr. Thrasher would sometimes have a student go and answer it. Can you imagine that happening now?

The 6th grade boys were the patrols. The boys would give their badges to the girls to wear as in boyfriend/girlfriend. There was a basketball league for the patrol boys and the girls were cheerleaders. The games were on Saturday mornings at Central Jr. High.

There was no lunchroom so everyone walked home. I'm not sure how much time we had but it must have been at least an hour. For some of the kids who lived in the far end of Golf Plaza it was a pretty long walk. In the 5th grade Patty (Cline) Reeves came to Carlisle from Towers and we became good friends. Since my mother worked, she would often invite me to her house for lunch, which was just around the corner on Webster Street.

The school is no longer standing but I sure still have lots of memories of it.



submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
Fgk46vhs@aol.com

Through the years Carlisle produced many, many WI High School future students. It was located at 244 Maple Avenue clear at the end on the right side. This is the second street on your right as you proceed up Main Street Hill. The first street is Monticello Avenue. During your high school days the A & P Store was on the left on Monticello Avenue going up Main Street Hill. This school was built in 1906 at a cost of $26,000.00. It closed during the summer of 1970. Some time after it closed the City of Clarksburg became the owner of the property and made it into a playground. Some principals through the years were as follows: Jesse R Tyson; CH Woodford, Jdale Johnson; Raymond Moore; Harvey Thrasher and Lucille Anderson. Mrs. Anderson was the last principal and was transferred to be principal at Alta Vista Grade School.



submitted by: Ann Romine Yolk (WI '46)
JGTimberlake@aol.com

I loved my six years there. Charity Johnson was my 1st grade teacher, Elsie Jefferson. 2nd, Fannie Hughes, 3rd, Dessie Bright, 4th, Leticia Nance, 5th and Myrl Rohrbough. 6th.   Clifford Davis was Principal. Four of us who started at Carlisle and went all through W. I together. We gather once a month for lunch. We never run out of conversation.  Rose Anne Ash Welch lives in Morgantown. Elaine Markowitz Pollack in Fairmont, Barbara Burnside Wood at Maplewood in Bridgeport and Ann Romine Yoke in Clarksburg.

Hope to see you in August at the picnic in Nutter Fort.



submitted by: Erik (Freddy) Fredricksen (WI '61)
hannis@umich.edu

What a great idea! I am from the WI class of 1961 (then known as Fred Miller). I am now in my fifteenth year as Chair of Theatre at the University of Michigan, in the School of Music. Name for 35 years is ERIK FREDRICKSEN--check the UM School of Music (Theatre) web www.uprod.music.umich.edu.

I loved grade school at Carlisle. I was a patrol "boy" for 2 years, and the key memory of that service was the trip we made to Washington, D.C.--where I had my pocket picked in the bus station for a loss of the grand total of $5.00. Best friends then were Billy Courtney, Karl ("Bumpy") Strake, Freddy Lawman, and Steve Toryak. All of us went on to WI too.We frequently had recess indoors, and marched round and round to Sousa marches. I remember particularly well Ms. Nance and Ms. Bright. I think you folks are doing a bang-up job with the newsletter and thank you for making it possible to share in some very fond and meaningful memories of times and people.



submitted by: Corrine Tannenbaum Levy (WI '59)
krinee12@yahoo.com

I lived in Golf Plaza and went to grade school at Carlisle. We walked to school every day and came home for lunch. I usually walked with Sallie Sue White who lived a few blocks from me. The last time I saw her was 41 years ago when she got married and brought her little boy home to visit. I think she passed away many years ago. She and I walked across the Golf Plaza bridge every day and she used to sing, she had a beautiful voice which I did not appreciate at the time but she later sang in different churches and played the organ.

My first grade teacher was Mrs Lawson, who was young and very pretty, the second grade teacher was Mrs. Jefferson, who had a tremor of the head. Tthe third grade teacher was Mrs. Hughes, who was scary, fourth grade was Mrs. Bright, fifth grade I can't remember right now, probably because it is 3:00 a.m. in the morning and sixth grade was Mrs. Brown who lived across the court yard from Sallie Day. We walked home for lunch and every where else. That's probably why no one had a weight problem in those days. My best friend was , and still is, Sallie Holden Day. She had wonderful parents and always had an open house that made everyone feel so welcome. I just remember a dirt yard outside of the school so our exercise was marching around the first floor circle at recess time while someone played the record player, usually the teacher's pet or one of the smarter students. Obviously didn’t get too many chances to play the record player, which mainly consisted of John Phillip Sousa music. First grade you learned to print, second grade was math and third grade was division if I remember correctly. We also used to stop at Jane Stout's house on our way to school. Her mother was always making some sort of organic food which was unheard of at the time. She also kept us informed of the progress of Harry Truman at the time. My best to you.



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

Bill and Deedie Swisher Souders both attended Carlisle Grade School for 6 years. In the first grade Bill had Charity Johnson and Deedie had Mrs. Findley whose husband was killed in the early years of WWII. The room behind the first grade room was the stage for plays and programs for special events. The teacher then left and didn’t return. Mr. Davis was the principal who walked the halls with a distinct limp. He ruled with a strict discipline! Both Bill and Deedie were in the school band. Sixth grade boys were the patrol boys who helped the children cross Main Street at Maple Avenue. Deedie doesn’t remember there ever being an adult present at the cross walk….the young boys did the traffic policing so children could cross the streets. As with many of the schools in Clarksburg, Mr. Buttafucco taught tap dancing at the school. In the second grade Ms. Jefferson was the teacher. Behind the second grade room was a room for the private kindergarten which was taught by Mrs. Swisher (Deedie’s mother). Everyone walked home for lunch and back to school within an hour….even to Goff Plaza. The restrooms were in the basement and even though they were painted a jolly white, the little kids were afraid to go down to the basement by themselves. The second floor was occupied by the 3, 4, 5th and 6th grades plus the main office. Mrs. Fannie Hughes was the 3rd grade teacher. In those days children paid for all of their own school supplies and books. Now the big change came when they moved to the 4th grade. Ms. Bright was the teacher and she was always telling them that they were growing up and the lessons would be harder. About this time there was a new principal. He was a younger man named Mr. Johnson. Fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Nance, Sixth grade Bill had Mural Rohrbough and Deedie had Ms Williams. Deedie and Bill still enjoy the close friendship with many of the other people with whom they attended Carlisle.



submitted by: Browning Boggs (WI '50)
rbboggs3262@yahoo.com

Many of the people in this picture graduated from WI in the class of 1954.



Top row:   Iline Wolford, Duaine Perine, Jacqueline Wright, Jr Tucker, Patty Polling, Mrs Nani
2nd row:   Rickie McDonald, Susan Michie, Paul Ware, Irma Bass
 3rd row:   Vera Keller, Rollen Kiser, Sophia Chicados, Jimmy Rock
 4th row:   Herbert McIntyre, Sue Dennison, Jay Wilfong, Jean Boggess, Morris Chinken, Shirley Lightner
 5th row:   Diane Jarvis, Tommy Coleman, Susan Stout, Colin Church, Delores Kiaser, Richard Snodgrass
 Bottom row:   Patty Williams, Nancy Thompson, Joe Boggs, Mary Ann Dilmore, Edress Tannenbaum



submitted by: Joe Malone (WI '52)
Jmalone934@sbcglobal.net

I attended Carlisle Elementary throughout all six grades – 1940-46. I’m sure others will be able to recall the teachers better than I. However, the toughest teacher I had at Carlisle was Alice Malone who substituted for Mrs. Nance one day in 1945. (Of course I had her as a “teacher” 24/7 every other day of the year as well.) After just one day, my mother decided that she would never accept another teaching assignment (temporary or permanent) that involved any of her children. (Was I that bad?)

Since you chose to highlight Carlisle Elementary School in your August issue, I thought I would write to add a perspective I recently came upon through reading Dorothy Davis’ “History of Harrison County.” While I can cite no authority on the subject, (perhaps someone else can), I am convinced that Carlisle Elementary school was named after John Snyder Carlisle, born Dec, 16,1817 (Winchester, VA)., died Oct. 24,1878 (Clarksburg). According to Ms. Davis’ research, Mr. Carlisle was as significant as anyone west of the Appalachian range in the formation of West Virginia as the 35th State admitted to the Union June 20, 1863.

John Carlisle served the citizens of Harrison County, (Which, at that time, represented roughly 30% of what is now the entire state) in a variety of political positions interacting with the so-called “Tidewater” Virginians in the capital city of Richmond, VA with regard to territorial issues. One of his most noted events was a speech presented in March 1861 to a Richmond Convention called to vote on secession of the State of Virginia from the Union, Mr. Carlisle, spoke long and eloquently in opposition to the proposed secession. For his efforts, Carlisle found his life threatened and was essentially run out of town.

Having been soundly rebuffed by his colleagues in Richmond who voted overwhelmingly to secede, Mr. Carlisle returned over the mountains to Harrison County and became a major figure in both Wheeling Conventions. The first "Wheeling Convention" was convened May 13, 1861 and voted to oppose secession following Va's passing the Act of Secession on April 17, 1861.

The second "Wheeling Convention" was convened June 11, 1861. The delegates took an oath of loyalty to the Union; set up the "Restored Government of VA" (an interim form of gov't) and, on July 9, 1861, John S. Carlisle was elected one of the first two United States Senators representing the new group. The "Wheeling Conventions" eventually resulted in W.Va. being partitioned from the Commonwealth of Va. and recognized as an independent state.

State Constitution ratified April 3, 1862. WV admitted June 20, 1863.

BTW - John was a bit of a controversial character who died a pauper with huge debts. Tough ending.




TRIVIA—WEST VIRGINIA MOTTO

Surely more of you remembered the WV Motto----MOUNTAINEERS ARE ALWAYS FREE. I thought that more of you would write me with the answer maybe you didn’t remember? Maybe you just don’t care? Maybe you knew but forgot to write to me? I don’t know but I appreciate those who care enough to write…now don’t the rest of you want to get on good terms with me too? I have listed those who wrote the correct answer and below are a couple of good memories connected to the motto…..WE LOVE MEMORIES don’t we?

HERE ARE THE NAMES OF THE BRILLIANT READERS WHO REMEMBERED!

Linda DeTurk Jones; Jim Alvaro (WI 1956); Deb Yorgensen, PCHS '69 (Parkersburg Catholic HS); Judy Talkington (VHS 1964); No name or year jguy@gggha.com; John Teter (WI 1961); Mary Sue Clark Spahr (WI 1956); Sherry Greitzner Dial, (WI 1956); Jack Emerick, (WI 1954); Janet Cottrill Kownacke, (WI 1964); Sargent McQuillan (WI 1957); and Alex Sandonas Thwaites (WI 1965).

Ron Cleavenger (WI 1963)
RonCleaven@aol.com

Montani Semper Liberi---- Mountaineers are always free.
Wouldn't Mrs. Bauld be proud of my Latin Now!!!!

George Scholl (WI 1952)

From: Bryan McIntyre (WI 1965)
bmcintyre@ec.rr.com

Montani Semper Liberi - Mountaineers Are Always Free - As an 8th grader at Adamston Jr. High, I finished 5th in Harrison County in the statewide West Virginia History "Golden Horseshoe" test. My teacher was Coach Frank Martino (Judy Martino Gray's Dad and WI teacher Leah Martino's husband). There were too many smart kids in Harrison County that year; the top 4 in each county got Golden Horseshoes. I found out later from Mr. Martino that my test score was higher than the first place finisher in many counties and the only other county I would not have been in the top 4 was the county where Parkersburg is. My scholastic career went downhill from then on, as my classmates will attest.

From: Teri Vespoint Johnson (WI 1970)
cherryvalley@comcast.net

Of course I can't forget our state motto "Montani Semper Liberi". The fact that I can remember it in Latin is probably mostly due to one person, MissVirginia Lee Nutter.  I had Miss Nutter for Latin 1, junior English, and she also was in charge of my sophomore study hall.  Only in my senior year did I escape the iron hand of Miss Nutter.

I believe that she is the person who taught me what a great motivator fear is-I can still say "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" in Latin, remember all the proverbs, still know that Gaul was divided into 3 parts, and under some pressure could probably conjugate a verb or two-and I learned this in 1966, so that's saying something!  At the time, I thought she was terrifying and fascinating-and she was only one in a cast of real "characters" that taught at W.I!

From: Babe "Bisping" Cashman, (WI 1956)
scashman@ucnsb.net

The newsletter is great as always!  Don't know how you come up with all the new ideas!

The West Virginia motto is:  "Montani semper liberi",  "Mountaineers are always free".  

And, isn't that the truth.  No matter how far we move away from that great state, we always will remember the great times that we had while living there.  It was a great place to grow up.  Don't we all wish that our grandchildren could grow up with the same values and freedoms that we



DO YOU NEED A YEARBOOK

submitted by: Dick Hanifan (WI '59)
RKHanifan@aol.com

The following is a letter that Darrell Waugh president read at the HCGS.
It was a WEST VIRGINIA YEARBOOK ARCHIVE PUBLICITY ANNOUNCEMENT:

The West Virginia School Yearbook Archive is now available for use by historical and genealogical researchers. The Archive is the largest and most comprehensive collection of West Virginia high school and college yearbooks ever assembled---anywhere. Currently, the Archive includes more than 1800 volumes and more yearbooks are added each week. Schools large and small, old and new from every county in the state are included. The Archive contains tens-of-thousands of named pictures of West Virginia students, teachers, principals, superintendents, school boards, and staff, as well as old buildings, from 1901 to the present. Members of your organization are invited to review the list of yearbooks and order a reproduction of the picture of your ancestor or family member. You may access the Archive web site at http://home.ntelos.net/~hightown and click on "list" to view the schools and years contained in the collection. If you wish to order pictures (or have questions about costs and availability) you may contact the Archive administrator at hightown@htcnet.org. The yearbook picture will be reproduced (enlarged if necessary), and printed on photographic paper. The resulting high quality reproduction will be mailed directly to the address you provide.

Please distribute this announcement to anyone interested in this research.

This letter was dated March 15, 2004 and it is not signed by anyone.

Ruby Casto
Membership Chairman of HCGS




PUBS IN CLARKSBURG

submitted by: John Lee (WI '65)
Pjlee@charter.net

My name is John Lee (WI 1965), and my siblings are: Mimi, Tommy, Annabelle, and Virginia. I have taught at Washington State Comm. College for 27 years. I teach in the automotive area, plus math and science. Pauline and I are going on 30 years of marriage (miracles still happen!) and we have 2 boys. Mark graduated form OSU and is a Physical Therapist in Columbus, and Sam will be a 5th year senior at OU, majoring in middle school education.

I love the newsletter, and I would like to devote my memories to where I spent my youth! In the pool halls and Pubs of Clarksburg. I'm guessing that Clarksburg had the most pool halls per capita, of any city in the USA. I'm only counting establishments that had regulation 4x8 tables, and not the bar tables that you see so much of today, the 3 1/2x7s.

Here is a list of the pool halls that I frequented:
Stonewall Billiards..2 tables (Al and Ray Heck owners, and Ray the racker and timekeeper) Doc Mills, Bill Hemsworth, Charlie Mc Glumphy,Smitty, and others always had friendly one- pocket games at lunch. As I was eating my delicious hot dog, Doc was being his usual annoying self, and was showing Bill where to aim for the bank shot. Bill was not amused, and whacked Doc's fingers with the cue stick. Doc rubbed his fingers for a while, as it must have hurt quite a bit. I mused at how Doc's surgeries went that week, as he had a couple of stored fingers.

Victory Billiards with Jerry bartending: I believe they had a petite $.10 draft. There were probably 6 or 8 tables plus maybe a billiard's table. I always loved the pin ball machine at the end of the bar. We always tried the 1, 8, 19, 23, 24, combination, as it seemed the easiest? It paid 16:1 odds. If I could have only shown as much enthusiasm in Stone Face's (I can only remember his nickname) Algebra class. Even with Bob Westbrook tutoring me, I wouldn't get it, until much later in my life. My Dad would ship me off to Kiski Prep School, in Saltsburg, Pa., during the summer, and I remember Principal Kenny Cubbon, complimenting me on the B I got in Geometry that summer. He was one of the few people in authority, to ever compliment me in my youth. He made me feel good. Sorry for meandering, and let's get back to the Pool Halls. Those pin ball machines were for amusement purposes only, and if you had 20 or more games racked up, you could secretively cash out with the bartender, who flicked a switch on the bottom of the machine, to erase the games.

Moving on down Pike Street we come to Joe Schafer's Brunswick Billiards and i think 2 tables, plus a few pin ball machines (for amusement only, of course.) Every place had parlay cards and I loved playing them. The FBI found them and the numbers racket to be immoral and illegal and now, we are only allowed to gamble on state approved lotteries, and morally accepted gambling enterprises.???

Next we come to the Recreation Center...Probably had 8 tables and a restaurant, but definitely on the lower end of eateries, maybe due to the atmosphere. There was a billiard's table (3 large balls on a probably 4 1/2 x 9 size table) where the best in town, Smitty and others, would play. I still enjoyed playing the pin ball machines there, on occasion, before going to WI.

Next the Strand Pool Room, which at one time was fairly sleazy. John Daffett came in and made it nice, with probably 12 new multi-colored tables and even a snooker table and probably a dozen pin ball machines. I remember businessmen putting 8 or 10 rolls of nickels in the machines to boost their odds. Many times I have seen them hit for 600 games at a time. That was fun, and I found them mesmerizing. Frank would be there in short time, to fix any mechanical problems. Great Draft beer also!!

4th Street Billiard in Glen Elk: 2 tables, I believe, and "Stitch" was the proprietor. I was afraid to ask him how he got that name. Nice guy though!! Decent hot dogs, I think, as I'm still alive to tell about it!!. There was a nice Italian restaurant across the street.

Moving on down Pike Street we come to Johnny Holland's West End Billiards. I came home on Army leave one time, and Johnny and I played 9-ball for a couple of days and he took me for about $160. Looking back, I admired his art of distraction, as he always new how to affect my concentration, prior to shooting. I remember shots of whiskey being dispensed to customers in need, in little paper bathroom cups. Johnny always wore nice white shirts. I always joked with him about having a whole closet full of them. Johnny had a very good, dry sense of humor. His brother Jim ran the bottling operation at the Coke plant, in Glen Elk, for a number of years.

Upon barely graduating from WI, in 1965, I went to Potomac State, in Keyser, WV. After a year of valiant scholastic effort by me, the Dean informed my mother and me, that I may not be college material. He said, "Mrs Lee, I would not be disappointed, if John didn't return next year". I was happy not to be returning, as I was tired of hitch-hiking to Clarksburg. Old Rt. 50 could be awfully unforgiving, particularly when the wind-chill factor was at minus 35 degrees!!

I drove a Coke truck for a year or so and drove around in my souped up 56 Chevy with a 409 engine and tri-carb. I remember trying to impress my friends at Satellite Drive Inn (their Hoagies were just as good as Muriale's or Twin Oaks, in my humble opinion) and I stomped the gas pedal with the ensuing squealing of tires, etc. The only problem with this scenario was that the city cops were inside. After issuing me the ticket for reckless driving, along with the other 20 or so that I received during my teen-age years, Sherriff Lanham told my Dad, that the Army would probably be a good career move for me. The armed services in 1968 were in need of warm bodies for the Vietnam War. Tommy, my brother, missed going by 3 days, as he only had 87 days left of service, instead of the 90 days needed to go to "Nam". I made it to within 600 mile of "Nam", landing in Okinawa. Many of my friends were among the 58,000 casualties of "that war." Ends up Sherriff Lanham was right about the career move, as I came out a Specialist 5 and was up for Staff Sgt. I took pride in my work.

The GI bill paid for my Fairmont State tuition, and I met, and ultimately married my college sweetheart, Pauline. In Fairmont, I lived in a notoriously, raucous, dilapidated, apartment house known as 29 Oakwood Drive. I had a 29 "Model A" hot rod at the time, with a 327 CID engine in it. Pauline taught at Mannington High while I finished my degree. If we hadn't moved to Marietta, Oh, she probably would have had Coach Rodriquez in general music. Coach Rod played on her fellow teacher and friend (Coach Michaels' team), a year or 2 later, when they won the state championship.

I could go on and on about Joe's # 1 and 2 (Sportsmen Inn) proprietor and good friend, Joe Serafini. It was reported, that he was occasionally seen taking a sip of 7-Up and Lord Calvert's Extra. The sight of Joe imbibing could have been nothing more than a vicious rumor!!! Remember the Shuffleboard Leagues? I remember piling into Joe's cream colored Impala with the big "396" engine, and off we'd go to the Log Cabin Inn, etc. on a Sunday. There was also The Loop, whose early proprietor was "grasshopper". It later became Tubby's, and the name suited Tubby well!! Good food and atmosphere! Tubby was a movie buff, and we would talk movie trivia late into the night. Johnny Bryan and Bobby "big cat" Flaherty would help Tubby clean the place.. Engine Arco's place was adjacent to Tubby's on the corner. It has all now become The Red Caboose

I'm not particularly proud of my wild days, nor am I not proud of them. It just happened, and somehow I survived. I think back lovingly, of the ambiance of those pool halls and Pubs (I'm being nice!). You can't tell me that Catfishes' Willow Beach didn't have atmosphere, particularly after a shot or 2 of Cat's Moonshine Whiskey, and Sammy Folio's band playing in the background. This is Americana that will never be witnessed again!!!! I hate to see the demise, of the once thriving, Clarksburg. Although, it is fun, during "Italian Fest." Thank You, for letting me ramble, it was kind of fun, even cathartic!!

PS..Getting the recipe for the "Old Clarksburg Hot Dog Sauce" is much appreciated..Those wonderful hot dog joints could be another article.




THE BEVER BOYS’ BACCHANALIAN BREWERY

submitted by: Chuck Thomas (WI ’56)
THOMASDRCR1@juno.com

My father, previously mentioned as a voracious reader, told me stories when I was four about the famous James Brothers, Frank and Jesse. Perhaps your father told you the same stories about the thoughtful manners of the James Boys. But about a year later, it was my mother who told me stories about the infamous Bever Boys, Donny and Roy Lee. At the time, Don was almost 6 and about to start first grade; Roy, 4. In truth, the two young Preston Street urchins never robbed any railroads or banks. But they did a lot of minor pre-school mischief in the neighborhood—initially setting high standards the rest of us would strive to emulate.

When we all later attended Towers Grade School, I was a year younger than Don and a year older than Roy. I instantly liked both Don and Roy, thanks to the advance PR the neighborhood ladies on the Hill had shared with my mother. Both Bevers were quite outgoing and friendly, fierce competitors, and always ready for ornery adventures.

As we got older, most of the guys growing up on the Hill assembled around dusk in the early spring and summer on the corner of Fifth and Wilson Streets just outside Howard Ryder’s first grocery store. There we would tell hundreds of jokes and exchange information about the rites—and wrongs—of passage. Don and Roy would vie for two elevated seats at our cultural symposiums—jumping on top of their two immovable, side-by-side metal steeds, “Old Red, White, and Blue,” a large U. S. Mailbox, and “Old Olive Brown,” a similarly sized storage unit for undelivered mail. Straddling their steel stallions, the Bever Boys reminded me of my first Old West heroes, the James Boys.

After our nightly cultural exchanges, we would often join together for a stealthy night operation. But the night I vividly recall, Don, Roy, and I formed a smaller squad for Operation Wine-Making. After pretending to be heading home, we circled back to rendezvous in the unpaved alley just up from the Byrnside home for Phase 1, the Nocturnal Grape Harvest. Silently with warlike precision, we invaded every grape arbor in the neighborhood like seasoned military commandos, culling the best grapes and placing them inside a burlap bag, which we later stored inside the Bever Boys’ garage.

Phase 2, Producing the Vino, was scheduled for the next day at 11 AM at Don and Roy’s home. Mr. Bever would be at work, and Mrs. Bever was heading for an all-day social event. The kitchen—or brewery site—would be ours. Don, either because he had taken high school chemistry or because neither Roy nor I had, became the brew-meister; Roy was to be the security manager; and I would be the rank-and-file day laborer. By the time I arrived, Don had a very huge pot with a cork-screwed, glass condensing and distillation tube somehow affixed to the metal lid. He directed Roy and me to take turns mashing all the harvested grapes with a hand-held potato masher and then to carefully pour the grape mash into the large metal container. After first adding just the right amount of sugar for the fermentation process, Don then ceremoniously applied heat to the stove-top distillery. Roy and I marveled at his expertise.

Had our wine-making operation worked, this weekend you might be going to a liquor store for a bottle of Bever Brothers’ Famous Wine, but life in the early years does not always proceed as planned. After patting ourselves on the back for five minutes as the grape mash was being heated, Roy initiated Phase 3, Security, for our wine-making venture. Always the managerial type, the younger Bever had devised a brilliant plan for us to play cards on the front porch as the perfect way to watch for Federal Revenuers and nosy neighbors. But just when I got a good hand, we heard the lid of the huge pot blow off and the glass distillation tube explode inside, sending its smashing parts asunder. Immediately, we ran into the kitchen, discovering purple blotches and grape parts splattered everywhere—on the walls, ceiling, floor, table, chairs, refrigerator, cabinets, and stove.

Our Phase 4, Emergency Clean-Up, had not actually been planned, but we scurried for buckets, brushes, mops, and rags. Lestoil was our only hope! Luckily, Mrs. Bever had some on hand. We scrubbed, mopped, and wiped as well as three clumsy high school boys could until at some point, I had to leave to go sell newspapers in the Saint Mary’s hospital. But during the hours between when I left the aftermath of our exploding brewery and the time I got ready to go to bed, I kept hoping that Lestoil, that much heralded miracle household cleaner of the 1950s, had actually worked.

For a few days, I feared the good chance that Mr. Bill Bever or Mrs. Rosemary Bever might pay a call on my parents. It was then, however, that I thought how lucky I was to have a father who, even before I was born—or even thought of, had the prudent foresight to buy a home one house from the top of South Seventh Street and 3 ½ blocks from where the Bever Boys, my vino co-conspirators, lived on Preston Street.

Fast-forwarding to the present, Donald Robert Bever, WI ’55, one of the most-gifted musicians ever to graduate from our high school, at some point developed an amazing ability of learning to play any musical instrument in a matter of days. Later, Don distinguished himself by becoming a member of the extremely prestigious U. S. Navy Band at San Diego. Regretfully, Don passed away in 1999.

Since graduating from WVU in January ’62 in geology with a physics minor, Roy Lee Bever, WI ’57, has worked for Ashland Distribution Co., currently as a Marketing Executive. Residing in Columbus, OH, with his wife Lynn, a former second grade teacher and local artist, Roy has two children from his first marriage now living in Ft, Myers, FL—Brett and Shana. A real snow skiing enthusiast, Roy heads out West two or three times a year. To touch bases with Roy, use rlbever@ashland.com.




OBITUTARIES

LEWIS EDWARD TRAUGH

SALEM -- Lewis Edward Traugh, 80, of Valley Street, died Thursday evening, July 15, 2004, at United Hospital Center following an extended illness. He was born March 26, 1924, the son of the late Augustus and Beatrice Morrison Traugh. Surviving are his wife of 35 years, Natalie N. Harrison; a daughter, Debra D. Minnix, and husband, Danny, of Shinnston.

Lewis E. Traugh was a graduate of Salem High School, Class of 1942, and Salem College, Class of 1950, later earning his master's degree. He taught school at Man (WV) High School; Central Junior High School and Washington Irving High School in Clarksburg, and he then was employed by the State of West Virginia as ESEA Title Director for the Department of Public Institutions. He later reentered the Harrison County school system, being employed at Lincoln High School at Shinnston, where he retired. During World War II, he served honorably with the U.S. Army. For 21 months, he served as Fuse Setter with the 504th Anti-aircraft Battalion in the Asiatic-Pacific Theater, during which time he received three Bronze Stars.



PIETRO JOHN 'JOHN PETERS' PALAGINO

Pietro John "John Peters" Palagino, 81, of North View died Sunday, July 25, at 7:30 a.m. following a two-and-a-half year illness . He was born in Clarksburg January 26, 1923, a son of the late Francesco and Lucia Costa Palagino. He is survived by his wife, Angela Marie Larry Palagino, whom he married June 21, 1952. Also surviving are one daughter, Pamela Marie Williams, Louisville, KY; one son, John Franklin Palagino and his wife Cindy, Clarksburg; one granddaughter, Chandra Jo Palagino, Lynchburg, VA; and two grandsons, John Brian Williams, Louisville, KY, and John Franklin Palagino II of Clarksburg,

He began his broadcasting career with his radio name of "John Peters" as a disc jockey for WASP in Portsmouth, Virginia. He joined the U.S. Coast Guard, serving in the Pacific Theater, and his next assignment was a radioman aboard the APA (Attack Transport) during World War II. After the war, he returned to his radio career in Fairmont and worked at WMMN and later to Clarksburg at WPDX. In 1950, he was selected to work in special services at the Veterans Administration Hospital in Clarksburg. Starting in 1957, Channel 12 went on the air, and he became the television newscaster at WBOY-TV to give the first news in Central West Virginia and it aired as the 6 p.m. news Monday through Friday. In 1971, the television cable company began programming on Channel 3, and "Peters" was named the origination manager and produced programs geared to cable subscribers. While at TelePrompTer, he utilized portable videotaping equipment and pioneered live television coverage of band festivals, high school football and basketball games. From 1973 to 1978, "Peters" was general manager of WDTV Channel 5. Since then he has been regularly featured in several TV commercials and returned to radio, doing part-time selling and writing. In 1985, he became administrative assistant to the Harrison County Sheriff's Department until his retirement in September 2002.

He was a member of Local Modern Woodmen of America Camp 5748, Clarksburg, the American Radio Relay League, known as WD8IBN, and was emcee for the WV Italian Heritage Festival.

"John Peters" was well known as an organist, loved computers and any type of electronics, but is best known for spending time with family and friends.





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