Lawrence Haley with Minnie Hicks
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley
05 Saturday Apr 2014
Tags
Appalachia, Ashland, Calhoun County, Ed Haley, Ella Haley, fiddle, fiddlers, fiddling, Grand Ole Opry, history, John Hartford, Kentucky, Logan County, music, Nora Martin, Rosie Day, U.S. South, Ugee Postalwait, West Virginia, writing
I got my fiddle back out to play more for Ugee. When I finished “Going Across the Sea”, she said, “I’ve heard that. ‘Blackberry Wine’, that’s what he called it. They got ‘high’ on it. Dad and Ed would play it and say, ‘Boy you got a little high on that wine that time, didn’t ya?’ That meant they was getting smoother on the playing.”
I played more tunes for Ugee, who said, “You’re better on that there ‘Ed Haley playing’ than what you was the last time I heard you.”
A few tunes later, she said, “That makes me think of Dad’s fiddling.”
Harold said, “You ought to hear him play your dad’s fiddle.”
I said, “Do you want to hear me play it?”
Harold disappeared into another room and returned with Laury’s fiddle. It was in great condition. I tuned it up and played for Ugee, who just sat there quietly. I could see her emotions churning as she thought back to happy memories of her father. She was almost in tears.
“I didn’t know I’d ever hear my dad’s fiddle played again,” she said. “Last time I ever heard it played was in my dreams.”
I played Ugee a few tunes on her father’s fiddle and she said, “You like to play the fiddle. It’s hard to find good fiddlers. But since you went and loosened up on that bow down there, you’ve really got better on that. I don’t know music, but I can tell it when I hear it ’cause I was raised in a house where Dad played the fiddle, and Ed Haley.”
I played another tune for Ugee and she said, “Can you picture two fiddlers playing like that on the porch? Maybe play all day. You couldn’t play an old tune that I haven’t heard my dad and Ed Haley play ’cause they knowed them all. And it didn’t take them but a second to learn them. I’d have to learn the words to sing a song and Dad — maybe I would sing it to him about twice — and then we’d go someplace and he’d sing it. Now that’s just how quick he could catch on. Then he’d sit down and practice and smooth it out.”
Ugee told me about Laury’s final years. She said when he started feeling ill, he visited his sister Rosie Day in Ashland and his niece Nora Martin in Logan. It was his farewell tour, in a way. Ugee said he located Ed at Nora’s in what was maybe their last visit together. Once Laury made it back to Calhoun County, he slept in a chair because he was afraid he might never get up from bed. Eventually, though, he “took to his bed,” where he remained for a few years. He didn’t have a lot of company — he didn’t want Ed to see him in such poor condition. He purchased a radio and listened faithfully to the Grand Ole Opry. Every now and then, he’d get inspired to play.
“Ugee, come here,” Laury said during one of those times.
“What do you want, Dad?” Ugee answered, walking in to the room.
“Get behind me,” he said. “I’ve got to set up.”
“Okay,” she said, getting behind him.
“Now hand me the fiddle,” he said.
“I can’t and you there leaning again’ me,” she said.
“Ida, bring me my fiddle,” he told her.
Ugee said he sat there and “see-sawed and played that fiddle for me. I never got so tired in all my life. I thought I’d die.”
“Honey, I know I’m heavy on you,” he said.
“It ain’t hurting me a bit Dad,” Ugee fibbed.
When Laury was done playing, he looked up and said, “I want this fiddle give to Harold. I want Harold to have my fiddle.”
“That was the last time I seen him play the fiddle,” Ugee said. “He told me, ‘Wait till I get better and we’ll have some good music in the house.'”
04 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Halcyon
Tags
Elick Carver, Eliza Cary, French Dingess, genealogy, Halcyon, Harts Creek, Harvey Thompson, history, James Gore, Joe Gore, Laura Cary, Leander Cary, Lee Dingess, life, Logan, Logan County, Logan Democrat, Mason Saunders, moonshine, Sol Riddle, Stokes, T.B. Hensley, Tommy Bryant, Von Dingess, West Fork, West Virginia
“Rastus and His Mule,” a local correspondent at Halcyon on the West Fork of Big Harts Creek, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Democrat printed on Thursday, April 10, 1919:
We are all sorry to see the snow falling today.
Leander Cary and family attended singing school at Stokes Sunday.
Lee Dingess returned home from Logan Sunday.
Tommy Bryant was plowing Saturday.
T.B. Hensley was a guest of L. Cary’s Sunday.
Sol Riddle was shopping in Halcyon Saturday.
Harvey Thompson is on the sick list this week.
Elick Carver was a visitor of Joe Gore Sunday.
James Gore was visiting friends and relatives at Halcyon Sunday.
The moonshine was stirring rapidly Sunday.
Mason Saunders was visiting Harvie Thompson Sunday.
Misses Laura and Eliza Cary took dinner at the home of French Dingess Sunday.
Miss Von Dingess gave a Chinaman a thrashing on the last day of school.
04 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Hatfield-McCoy Feud, Women's History
03 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Appalachia, life, love, poems, poetry
Two Innocents
An image of us
Captured in yesterday’s mist:
Two innocents snuggle close
With only love betwixt.
With an arm about your shoulder
I offer you a sweet gift:
I lean toward your cheek —
A kiss, which you shyly resist.
Although disheartened at this refusal,
My inclination does not disappear.
I console myself in realizing that
There’s always us next year.
BRK
December 8, 1995
03 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Whirlwind
03 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Whirlwind
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Alexander Tomblin, Anderson Dempsey, Brown's Run, Bulwark, C.B. Riddle, Camp Lee, Charles Curry, David Frye, E.B. Riddle, genealogy, Grover Adams, Hallie Tomblin, Harts Creek, Henry Hensley, history, Holden, Island Creek, Lewis Vance, life, Lindsey Blair, Logan County, Logan Democrat, Millard Baisden, moonshine, Pat Atkins, Sid Bryant, Twelve Pole Creek, Vinson Collins, West Virginia, Whirlwind, World War I
“Blue Eyed Beauty,” a local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Democrat printed on Thursday, April 3, 1919:
Rev. David Frye and Pat Atkins failed to fill their appointments for church at Bulwark Sunday, disappointing a large number.
Lindsey Blair had a chopping Tuesday.
Vinson Collins and Henry Hensley bought a load of potatoes of C.B. Riddle Monday.
Grover Adams bought a colt of Lindsey Blair Sunday.
Anderson Dempsey bought a cow of Sid Bryant Friday.
Millard Baisden bought a wagon load of potatoes of Mrs. E.B. Riddle Friday.
Mrs. Hallie Tomblin visited with homefolks Sunday.
Charles Curry failed to fill his appointment to preach at Browns Run Sunday.
The United States marshals made a raid on Twelvepole last week, capturing some moonshine and one deserter, Lewis Vance. Vance ran away from Camp Lee in December, 1917, and had been dodging the officers ever since.
The farmers of this section were visited by a small forest fire the middle of the week. It started Tuesday evening when David Frye was burning some litter off a field, and the blaze burned a few panels of fence for him. The fire spread rapidly around the head of Twelvepole, Island Creek and Harts Creek, and was finally stopped by rain on Thursday night.
Alexander Tomblin, of Holden, was visiting on Harts Creek Saturday and Sunday.
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Whirlwind
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Buck Fork, Cherry Bottom, Eliza Bryant, genealogy, George Bryant, George Hensley, Gladys Bryant, Harts Creek, history, influenza, James Workman, John Taylor Bryant, K.K. Thomas, Logan County, Logan Democrat, Mud Fork, Paris Hensley, Reece Dalton, Sol Adams, Twelve Pole Creek, Wade Bryant, West Virginia, Whirlwind, William Tomblin, Willie Curry, Willie Tomblin
“Blue Eyed Beauty,” a local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Democrat printed on Thursday, March 27, 1919:
The farmers of this section are busy plowing and fencing.
Misses Eliza and Gladys Bryant were shopping at Whirlwind Saturday.
Revs. Purris and George Hensley preached excellent sermons to a large congregation on Buck Fork Sunday.
James Workman had two choppings this week — Tuesday and Thursday.
Willie Curry of Mud Fork attended church on Buck Fork Sunday.
John Taylor Bryant died at the home of his grandfather, George Bryant, Wednesday at nine o’clock at night. Death was due to tuberculosis, super-induced by influenza. The remains were laid to rest Friday in the cemetery near the home of his grandfather.
K.K. Thomas of Twelvepole attended the funeral of John T. Bryant on Buck Fork Friday.
Sol Adams of Cherry Bottom passed through here enroute for home Friday.
Reece Dalton had a log rolling Saturday.
William Tomblin and his son, Willie, have been repairing a wagon for Wade Bryant this week.
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley
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blind, Calhoun County, Clay Hicks, Clyde Haley, Ed Haley, Ella Haley, history, Jack Haley, John Hartford, Laury Hicks, Lawrence Haley, Mona Haley, Noah Haley, Ralph Haley, Ugee Postalwait, West Virginia, writing
Ugee and I turned our attention back to the family photographs, where she spotted a picture of Ed’s son, Clyde. I told her about my visit with Clyde the previous year in California. She totally dismissed his story about Ed teaching him to drink, saying, “His dad never done no such stuff as that.” She paused for a second then said, “I went out and stopped Ed from whooping him one time. I think he’d stole some money or something. But he didn’t steal it. Noah did. I walked out and Ed had his belt off and I just took a hold of it. He said, ‘Who’s got a hold of me?’ He thought it was Ella. I said, ‘It’s me. You hit him another lick and the next lick’s mine. If you’re gonna whip him, whip the other’n.’ I said, ‘Noah’s the one was in your wallet.’ I seen Noah in it. I thought they’d sent him to get it. And Ed walked in and said, ‘Goddamn him, I ought to kill him.’ Then he told me, said, ‘Ugee, you ought to be careful with Clyde. He’s dangerous. He’ll sneak around and hurt ya.'”
Ugee had other run-ins with Noah, who was apparently one of Ella’s favorite children.
“Noah was picking on Lawrence and if he cried Noah’d say, ‘I never touched him.’ I said, ‘You do it again, I’ll whip you.’ Ella took Noah and went to Clay Hicks’ and stayed three days and when he come back he done just what I told him not to do. I never let on — I was a cooking. I said, ‘Noah, come here.’ I gave him three licks. I said, ‘I told you I’d whip you and I will.’ I looked at Ella and I said, ‘You needn’t take him and leave the country with him because I’ll follow wherever he’s at a whooping him.'”
This was interesting new information in the daily goings-on for Ed’s children. It was logical that since their parents were both blind they could get pretty wild. No doubt, Ed and Ella depended on family and friends to help raise the kids. Ugee, I noticed, had a close attachment to and interest in Ed’s children, almost as if they were her own family. She didn’t hesitate to tell how mean they could be.
“See, them kids had a hard time ’cause their dad and mother was blind and a lot of people didn’t want to bother with them,” she said. “People wanted the music of Ed and Ella but they didn’t want to put up with the family. That’s the truth of the matter. They was ornery. In other ways they wasn’t bad, either. You know, they was just children.”
Ugee seemed to think Mona was the meanest of the children.
“Mona was the orneriest young’n you ever seen in your life — to the core. She had to have all the attention. And she was pretty as a doll baby — curly-headed — just pretty as she could be. But my god, you couldn’t turn your back on her for a minute. If you was a baking a cake, she’d stick her hand in it. She could really get under your skin. I said, ‘Mona, you’re gonna keep on till I smack you.’ Ella said, ‘You don’t have to — I’ll give it to her.'”
Ugee lightly patted the air mimicking Ella.
“That’s the way she smacked — didn’t hurt them a bit. Mona would get up and look at her and laugh. Mona’d get out and go play a while, then she’d think of something to get into, like picking up chickens — ‘gonna weigh them’ — ringing their necks, throwing them down. ‘I’m weighing the chickens,’ she’d say. Killed about six or seven of them chickens. But that Ralph, he even shot hisself to see what it felt like. He’d do anything. You didn’t trust him out of your sight. He wouldn’t a cared to go out there and cut a cow’s throat or anything like that.”
I told Ugee what Mona had said about Ed being mean to her when she was growing up and she said, “Oh, I don’t think he was really mean to her. He’d fly up and cuss maybe. Now, the one they was really mean to was Clyde. Ella and Ed both was mean to Clyde.”
Wonder why?
“I’ve studied about that,” Ugee said. “Dad kept him all summer there at home to keep him from going to reform school. Now my dad woulda fought over him in a minute ’cause whatever he told him to do he minded him. And Mom, too. But I guess he was awful ornery when they were living in town. You know, kids a getting up to twelve, fourteen years old or something like that, there’s so much to get into. Now it would be awful to raise a family. I don’t remember Lawrence ever being like that. Jack and Lawrence was so good. Jack was a beautiful young man. Slender, dressy. He was a fine boy, but none of them came up with Lawrence far as I’m concerned. He was the best ole boy you ever seen. He would lead his mom and dad anyplace. I can see how careful he was. That little hand of his leading his mother ’round this mudhole — and his dad, too. I always called him my little boy. He was always better than the rest of them.”
Ugee said Lawrence always seemed bothered by the family troubles, even as a child.
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Ed Haley
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
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Annadeene Fraley, Beverly Haley, Calhoun County, Ed Haley, Ella Haley, fiddlers, fiddling, French Carpenter, history, John Hartford, Johnny Hager, Laury Hicks, Lawrence Haley, life, music, Pat Haley, Sol Carpenter, Ugee Postalwait, West Virginia, writing
Ugee also remembered French and Sol Carpenter coming to her father’s house. They were regarded by many as two of the best fiddlers in central West Virginia, so I had to ask, “How did your Dad and Ed regard the Carpenters?”
“There wasn’t nobody as good as Ed and Dad,” she said quickly. “They’d say, ‘Oh, you’re good,’ to the Carpenters and brag on them. Then get away from them and Ed’d say, ‘They didn’t come up with you, Laury,’ and Dad’d say, ‘They didn’t come up with you, either.'”
Ugee said a lot of fiddlers wouldn’t play in front of Ed. When they did, he would usually “listen a while, chew that tobacco and spit and wouldn’t say a thing” — then “cuss a blue streak” after they left. If the fiddler was really bad, though, or “if somebody was a playing something and they butchered it up a little bit — one of his tunes — he’d jump on his feet and stand straight up and say, ‘Goddamn! Goddamn!,'” Ugee said. “You knowed right then that there fella wasn’t playing it to suit him.” Laury would just die laughing over it and say, “Boy, he’s good ain’t he, Ed?”
I wondered if any fiddlers ever asked Ed for tips on how to play and Ugee seemed shocked. “Why, he wouldn’t a showed one how to play,” she said. “He learned music like I did — just a fooling with it.”
I asked Ugee about Johnny Hager, the banjo player she remembered coming with Ed to her father’s house when she was a small girl. I wondered if he was a good banjoist and she said, “Well, he was good for then, about like Grandpa Jones. Dad had a first cousin, Jasper McCune. Me, Dad and Jasper used to go and play music at pie suppers.” Banjos provided most of the second back then, she said. Some of the better players were Willie Smith of Ivydale and Emory Bailey of Shock. Guitars were rare.
I pulled out some of the Haley family photographs, which caused Ugee to ask about Pat Haley, who was coping with Lawrence’s death, her own poor health, and her daughter Beverly’s kidney cancer.
“Well Beverly is in a coma now,” I said. “Pat said she’ll wake up a little bit in the evening and she’ll kind of recognize them a little bit. So in other words, they’ve lost her but she’s still alive. The doctor thinks she’s got about two more weeks. Pat says, ‘We’re taking it one day at a time.’ And Annadeene Fraley, the one who introduced me to Pat, she’s got cancer.”
Ugee said she didn’t know how Pat was making it through all of the grief.
“‘Aunt Ugee,’ she calls me. She’s a fine woman. She’s a strong woman. Well, she had to be strong. She come over to this country married to Lawrence and he didn’t tell her his parents was blind until she got to New York. He said, ‘Well, I’ve got something I’ve got to tell you. My dad and mother is blind and if you want to go back I’ll pay your way back.’ She said, ‘I’ll stay.’ He went to Ed and Ella’s and Lawrence said he was starving to death for a mess of pinto beans. She said she never tasted beans. She didn’t know what they was. They cooked the beans and she tasted them and she thought they was brown mud. Said it tasted just like mud to her. Said they was just eating them beans and bragging on them and she wouldn’t touch them. They made fun of her over it.”
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Halcyon
Tags
Appalachia, Bud Dingess, genealogy, Halcyon, Harts Creek, history, life, Logan County, photos, U.S. South, West Virginia

Thomas “Bud” Dingess, resident of Halcyon, Logan County, WV
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Halcyon
Tags
Brown's Run, Chris Jackson, Crawley Creek, education, genealogy, Halcyon, Harts Creek, history, Leander Cary, Lee Dingess, Logan, Logan County, Logan Democrat, Lottie Casy, Sol Riddle, T.B. Hensley, Tommy Bryant, West Fork, West Virginia
“Rastus and His Mule,” a local correspondent at Halcyon on the West Fork of Big Harts Creek, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Democrat printed on Thursday, March 27, 1919:
The teacher of the school at this place had an interesting entertainment on the last day of school, and a large number were present to enjoy it.
Leander Cary and family attended church on Brown’s Run Sunday.
The farmers are getting busy now.
Sol Riddle was shopping in Halcyon Thursday.
Atty. Lee A. Dingess has returned from a visit at Logan.
Tommy Bryant has moved into the Widow Jackson house.
T.B. Hensley has got up another singing school on Crawley.
We are glad to see our dear, old springtime again.
Miss Chris Jackson was the guest of Lottie Casy Friday.
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