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culture, guitar, history, life, Monroe Fry, music, photos, Spicie McCoy, Stiltner, Wayne County, West Virginia
09 Wednesday Apr 2014
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culture, guitar, history, life, Monroe Fry, music, photos, Spicie McCoy, Stiltner, Wayne County, West Virginia
09 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Ed Haley, Music
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banjo, Bill Frazier, Brandon Kirk, Cain Adkins, Daisy Ross, Eternity Is So Long, fiddlers, Green McCoy, Green McCoy Jr., Harkins Fry, Harts Creek, Heaven on My Mind, history, Jesus Walked All the Way, Lincoln County, Milt Haley, music, Ranger, Sherman McCoy, Stamps Baxter, Time Is Passing By, West Virginia, writing
Inspired by Brandon’s visit to Daisy Ross, I called her to ask if she knew that Green and Milt were fiddlers.
“Brother Sherman and brother Green’s father was a fiddle player,” she said. “Mom said he was the best she ever heard. I didn’t know what Milt played — they played together — but Green played the fiddle. Brother Sherman played a banjo. Brother Sherman could play any kind of music. I guess Green McCoy could, too.”
I asked about Sherman’s tunes and Daisy said, “I remember when I was little and I wanted him to play that ‘Indian Girl’ and he’d have to tune that banjo different. He’s been gone fifty-some years but he was a good banjo player. He was a singing teacher. Three of my brothers was singing school teachers. Sherman and Green, and then my full brother Harkins Fry, he made music. He wrote songs all the time. He musta wrote a thousand or more and had them in Gospel songbooks. ‘Heaven On My Mind’, ‘Eternity Is So Long’ and ‘Jesus Walked All the Way’. The first ones he wrote, he was just a teenager; he was about sixteen, I think. ‘Time Is Passing By’ — he sent that off and got a thousand copies made of it and after that they liked his music so they went to putting them in songbooks and they put two in every Stamps Baxter songbook that come out.”
I was really curious to hear more about the Adkins family’s exodus from Harts Creek but Daisy only added a few new details.
“I don’t know exactly where they got on the boat at, but they got off at Ranger and had to store their stuff there at somebody’s house,” she said. “Grandpa got a man down here, Bill Frazier, to go up with a wagon and haul their stuff down. People had a hard time then.”
09 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Atenville, Ferrellsburg, Fourteen
09 Wednesday Apr 2014
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Bessie Gill, Blackburn Lucas, Clerk Lucas, Ed Reynolds, farming, Fay Gill, genealogy, Gill, Hamlin, history, Leet, life, Lincoln County, Matthew Farley, Norfolk and Western Railroad, Pumpkin Center, Rector, Republican, Toney, Tucker Fry, West Virginia, Wilburn Adkins, Zattoo Cummings
“Ruben,” a local correspondent at Toney in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Republican printed on Thursday, October 13, 1910:
Farmers are nearly finished saving their corn and tobacco.
A large crowd of people from different sections attended the funeral of Mr. Adkins on last Sunday. Dinner was served on the ground.
D.C. Fry has just returned from a business trip up the N. & W. Railroad.
Misses Fay and Bessie Gill, from Gill, were visiting at B.B. Lucas’ Saturday and Sunday.
A number of our young people attend the closing of a very successful singing school at Rector, taught by Zatto Cummings.
Wilburn Adkins has purchased a Camera.
Ed. Reynolds, a jovial republican of Leet, spent Sunday with friends in our midst.
Owing to the scarcity of mills, B.B. Lucas is working night and day trying to save the cane crop in this section.
M.C. Farley has just returned from the County Seat.
Clerk Lucas has just returned from “Pumpkin Center” and reports a delightful time.
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley, Lincoln County Feud, Women's History
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley, Lincoln County Feud
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Angeline Lucas, banjo, Boney Lucas, Brandon Kirk, Cain Adkins, Daisy Ross, Eustace Gibson, Faye Smith, fiddler, Green McCoy, guitar, Harts, Harts Creek, history, Huntington Advertiser, John McCoy, Kenova, Lincoln County, Milt Haley, Oscar Osborne, Paris Brumfield, Sherman Boyd, Sherman McCoy, Spicie McCoy, Tug Valley, West Fork, West Virginia, Winchester Adkins, writing
Meanwhile, as I churned up new details about Ed Haley, Brandon was busy chasing down leads on the Milt Haley story in West Virginia. One crisp December day he visited Daisy Ross, the aged daughter of Spicy McCoy, who lived in a nice two-story house at Kenova, a pretty little town just west of Huntington. It was Brandon’s first face-to-face contact with Green McCoy’s descendants and he was anxious to hear more about their side of the tale. Daisy was white-headed and a little hard-of-hearing — but full of information about Green’s family. Her daughter Faye played hostess during Brandon’s visit.
Daisy said Green McCoy was originally from the Tug Fork area. He came to Harts playing music with his brother, John McCoy. He always kept his hair combed and wore a neatly trimmed mustache. Spicy used to have a tintype picture of him with Milt Haley. He and Milt met each other in the Tug Valley.
Daisy said her grandfather Cain Adkins was a country doctor. He was gone frequently doctoring and was usually paid with dried apples or chickens. He feuded a lot with the Brumfields, who killed his son-in-law, Boney Lucas. Boney’s widow Angeline was pretty wild: she had two illegitimate children after Boney’s death. One child belonged to a man named Sherman Boyd and the other belonged to John McCoy — Green’s brother.
When Green McCoy came to Harts, Cain discouraged Spicy from marrying him because he was divorced from a woman living in Kentucky. Spicy didn’t believe the family talk of “another woman” and married him anyway. She and Green rented one of the little houses on Cain’s farm. Green made his living playing music and he was often gone for several days at a time. When he came home, Spicy, ever the faithful wife, ran out of the house to hug him and he would playfully run around the yard for a while before letting her “catch” him. Daisy had no idea where Green went on his trips because he never told her mother. Spicy didn’t really care: she always said she would “swim the briny ocean for him.”
Brandon showed Daisy an 1888 newspaper article he had recently found, documenting Cain’s trouble with Paris Brumfield.
“Paris Brumfield was indicted for felony in five different cases by the grand jury of Lincoln county at its last term,” according to the Huntington Advertiser on June 23, 1888. “He fled the county, not being able to give bail, which was fixed by the Court at $5,000. Brumfield’s latest act of violence was his murderous assault upon Cain Adkins, a staunch Democrat, one of THE ADVERTISER’S most esteemed subscribers. The last act was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and the county became too hot for Paris. Gibson & Michi have been retained by Brumfield’s friends to defend him when brought to trial.”
Daisy blamed Green’s murder on the Brumfields. She said Green once got into a fight with Paris Brumfield and “pulled his eyeballs out and let them pop back like rubber bands.” Brumfield had to wear a blindfold for a while afterward.
After Green’s death, Cain Adkins and his son Winchester fled Harts, probably on horses. Winchester was one of the best local fiddlers in his day. He mostly played with his nephew Sherman McCoy (banjo) and Oscar Osborne (guitar).
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Ugly Creek, Rector
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg, Toney
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Big Ugly Creek, Charleston, education, farming, Ferrellsburg, Fisher B. Adkins, genealogy, Green Shoal School, Hamlin, history, Jim Brumfield, Kentucky, life, Lincoln County, Lincoln Republican, logging, Lottie Lucas, Louisville, Low Gap, Matthew Farley, Patton Thompson, Philip Hager, Toney, Walt Stowers, West Virginia
“Ruben,” a local correspondent at Toney in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Republican printed on Thursday, September 24, 1910:
The weather is fine.
The farmers are busily engaged in their tobacco and corn.
Mr. Stowers, the genial merchant at Ferrellsburg, is thinking of resigning the store business and taking up the study of medicine. His many friends will be sorry to see him depart for Louisville.
F.B. Adkins, prominent school teacher and business man, of Ferrellsburg, was calling on friends here Sunday.
Capt. Hill has just returned from a business trip to the Capital City, and made a fine horse trade on his way home.
Quite a number of people attended the funeral of Patterson Thompson at Low Gap Sunday.
M.C. Farley is attending Federal Court at Huntington.
The Lucas Bros.’ log job on Big Ugly is nearing completion.
Philip Hager, of Hamlin, passed through our midst last week, looking after road affairs.
The Green Shoal school is progressing nicely.
Miss Lottie Lucas was shopping in Ferrellsburg last Saturday.
Jim Brumfield had a barn raising Saturday in order to take care of a large crop of tobacco.
07 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
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Appalachia, love, nature, poems, poetry, West Virginia, woods, writing
Sunrise With You
(Life In The Woods)
Soft yellow sunshine
Breaks atop the rolling peaks
Of West Virginia mountains.
Together we sit
On the banks of a muddy river,
Gazing sheepishly upon
The scenery before us.
It is dawn —
The beginning of a new day.
For some it’s the beginning of a new life.
For us,
It can be regarded
As a reminder
That we were created for each other.
See the great golden orb rising
Up into the violet sky,
Glowing brighter and stronger with each second.
Many creatures stir in the forest
Beneath the light of the rising sun
And give life to woody slopes and brown riverbanks.
Such is our love…
It brightens a dull life
And warms a chilly heart.
Fate, perhaps coincidence, managed to uite
Two paths which began
So far apart.
Here at this wonderful
Sunrise
We are where we should
Have always been:
Together.
07 Monday Apr 2014
07 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley, John Hartford, Music
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Air Force, Ashland, Ashland High School, Beverly Haley, Biloxi, C&O Railroad, David Haley, Ed Haley, history, Kentucky, Lawrence Haley, life, Minnie Hicks, Mississippi, music, Pat Haley, Ugee Postalwait, writing
A few days after my visit with Ugee, Lawrence Haley’s daughter Beverly Williams died of cancer. Beverly had asked me to sing at her funeral, so I loaded up my bus and rode to Ashland. After the funeral, I played a bunch of Ed’s tunes in Pat’s kitchen. Once again, I could almost feel Lawrence’s presence. There was something about the location and having all the Haleys around that brought out Ed’s music in a marvelous way.
In quiet times, Pat spoke more with me about family affairs.
“Larry went to the Ashland high school until his senior year and he left when he was seventeen to join the Air Force,” she said. “He said he never ever wanted his children to ask him about the war and him not be able to say he went to fight. He got his GED when he was in Biloxi, Mississippi. He wanted his diploma from the Ashland high school but he never got it.”
After marrying, Pat said she and Lawrence settled in Ashland where he went to work for the C&O Railroad to help support the family (including his parents).
I told Pat about my recent visit to see Ugee Postalwait, who seemed to be rekindling a strong bond with the Haleys by telephone.
David, Pat’s son, remembered Ugee’s mother, Minnie Hicks.
“She called Mom and Dad and wanted them to come up and see her,” he said. “She said he didn’t think she was gonna be around much longer and wanted to see them. So Dad got off work and by the time he and Mom got ready and got up there it was two o’clock in the morning. She told them they could sleep as long as they wanted. At six o’clock in the morning, she was saying, ‘You fellas gonna sleep all day?’ She was ready to go. She was just an old farmer. Went to bed early and got up early.”
06 Sunday Apr 2014
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Appalachia, Dry Branch, Fourteen Mile Creek, Frye Ridge, Lincoln County, mountains, nature, photos, West Virginia
Posted by Brandon Ray Kirk | Filed under Fourteen
06 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Fourteen, Green Shoal, Women's History
06 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Creek, Fourteen, Green Shoal, Women's History
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Andrew Elkins, Big Creek, Catherine Fry, Emily Lucas, Fourteen Mile Creek, genealogy, Green Shoal, Grover Gartin, history, Jeff Lucas, John Fry, John Gartin, John Lucas, Lincoln County, Logan County, West Virginia, William Lucas, writing
Emily (Fry) Lucas was born on January 2, 1832 to John and Catherine (Snodgrass) Fry at the mouth of Green Shoal Creek in what is now Lincoln County, West Virginia but was then Logan County, Virginia. She married her first cousin, William R. Lucas, a son of John Lucas, who lived at nearby Big Creek. William and Emily made their home on Fourteen Mile Creek in Lincoln County. She died on June 7, 1910. I located her obituary many years ago in microfilm stored at the Hamlin-Lincoln County Public Library. Elder John Gartin penned her obituary, printed by the Lincoln Republican on June 20, 1910.
Our beloved sister, Emily Lucas, wife of W.R. Lucas, Sr., and mother of Jefferson Lucas, who is well known in this county, departed this life June 7th., at the age of almost 80 years. Mrs. Lucas united with the Church July 4th, 1883, and lived faithfully her duty for almost 27 years. Funeral services were conducted by Eld. John Gartin, assisted by Eld. Andrew Elkins and Elder Grover Gartin. She leaves 5 children and many friends to mourn their loss and we extend our heart-felt sympathy to the bereaved ones.
Emily was my great-great-great-grandmother.
06 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Ugly Creek, Ed Haley, Leet, Music
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06 Sunday Apr 2014
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Ed Haley, fiddle, Harold Postalwait, history, John Hartford, Laury Hicks, music, Nashville, Ugee Postalwait, writing
A little later, just before I left, Ugee said, “John, we’re gonna give you that fiddle. That fiddle’s yours. I want to give it to you. It’s no good for it to lay around.”
Harold said, “She gave it to me and I’m gonna give it to you ’cause I don’t play it and there’s no use for it sitting in there on the shelf coming apart at the seams.”
I couldn’t believe it, but she and Harold insisted that I have the Laury Hicks fiddle. I regarded it as a real honor considering how much Ugee loved her father.
I told Harold, “I’ll treasure it as long as I live. I’ll put it right there with Ed’s fiddle and I won’t take it on the road.”
Ugee said, “Aw, play it.”
Harold’s wife said, “If you ever find out how old it is, we’d like to know.”
I said, “Well, it’s probably a German fiddle. It’s got a Stradivarius label in it.”
Ugee said, “That fiddle I know has got to be old ’cause I’m 88 years old and as fer back as I can remember Dad had that fiddle. I don’t know whether Ed Haley brought that fiddle in the country or not — you know, way back. Dad always had two or three fiddles and they’d trade around. Ed was always wanting that fiddle. Ed always did say this fiddle had a better tone than his. Every time he come home with one, why he wanted to trade with Dad to get that fiddle.”
I said, “I know why Ed wanted this fiddle — it’s a better fiddle than his. I mean, I love that one of his because it was his fiddle but this one is better.”
Harold showed me a bone tailpiece that used to be on Laury’s fiddle.
“Dad made this out of a bone,” Ugee said. “Granny had a cow by the name of ‘Old Flower’ and she died. Dad took a bone and he whittled that out of the bone from her. Granny said, ‘What are you doing Laury?’ and he said, ‘I’m trying to keep a piece of Old Flower. I got a piece of old Flower’s leg.’ Granny thought so much of that cow and she laughed. Granny said, ‘I don’t have an idea you’ll ever get it done, Laury.'”
When I got home, I went over Laury’s fiddle as closely as I had with Ed’s fiddle a few years before. I first noticed that it was worn in all of the same places as Ed’s, perhaps indicating a similar playing style. It had an incredibly deep bass tone, although it wasn’t a particularly loud instrument. Somewhere “back inside” was a little echo that wasn’t present in my other fiddles. Even though Ugee had told me to just play it, I couldn’t get past its history. It was Laury’s favorite fiddle — the one he had most of his life — the one Ed always tried to trade him out of — and one Ed surely played on.
How could I play it a lot?
I decided to put it on a shelf near Ed’s fiddle. Periodically, I refer back to it for clues.
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Music
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Chapmanville
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg, Green Shoal, Toney
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Appalachia, Big Ugly Creek, Charley Tomblin, Coon Tomblin, education, farming, Ferrellsburg, genealogy, Green Shoal School, Guyandotte River, Harts Creek, Joseph Gartin, Keenan Ferrell, Keenan Toney, Lincoln County, Lincoln Republican, logging, Lottie Lucas, Low Gap School, Nancy Alford, Strawder Tomblin, timbering, typhoid fever, Ward Lucas, Watson Lucas, West Fork, West Virginia
“Grey Eyes,” a local correspondent at Ferrellsburg in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Republican printed on Thursday, December 2, 1909:
The tobacco barn of Ferrell & Altizer burned a few days ago. Loss about $1200. It is supposed that it caught from a passing train.
Keenan Toney is doing a very good business with his store, P.O. and grist mill.
The Lucas boys, Ward and Watson, are running a good job of logging on Big Ugly.
Miss Lottie Lucas is teaching the Green Shoal School this year and is having fine success.
The people over this county, are well worked up. They think the Court House will be built on the Guyan River side. Petitions are flying here like straw in a whirl-wind for a chance to get to vote on the question.
Farmers are busy gathering corn.
The sons of Charley Tomblin, Coon and Strawder are getting over a severe spell of typhoid fever.
Rev. Jos. Gartin preached to a large congregation at the Low Gap School House on last Sunday.
Mrs. Nan Alford died at her home on the West Fork of Big Hart the other day.
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