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A correspondent named “Harts Hiccobughs” from Harts Creek in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following news, which the Logan Banner printed on December 7, 1923:
___ ks and light brown curls, __amonds, teeth like pearls.
___ Dingess was calling on Miss ______ Brumfield Sunday afternoon.
__on Adkins and Miss Cora __ were shopping in Logan Saturday.
___ of Logan was the guest ___ Jessie Brumfield Sunday.
__ why all the boys have forgotten ___ Curry Branch.
Susan Virginia McEldowney __ has been visiting her grandmother, Mrs. Hollene Ferguson, __.
__ Brumfield has returned __ a visit with relatives in __.
Jessie and Anna Brumfield __ Adkins were seen out horse back riding Friday.
Fisher B. Adkins has been __ for the last two weeks.
__ and Mrs. Herbert Adkins is busy preparing for the Christmas holidays.
The school at Harts is progressing nicely with J. Johnson teacher.
Enos Dials seems to be very __ old coals have been kindled on __ Creek.
__ Rotie Farley and Carmus Adkins of Mud Fork have been visiting here recently.
Combinations: Inez going to the ___; Anna and Robert out walking; __ and her powder puff; Bessie and her bobbed hair; Cora and her curls; Herb and his bath robe; Watson and his pipe; Fred and his coal bucket; Billy and his horse; Johnny and his frock tail coat; Pearl writing letters; Tom going down the road.
NOTE: Part of this page of the newspaper is torn and some words are missing.
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A correspondent named “Baby Doll” from Harts Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on January 5, 1923:
(Received too late for publication last week.)
Christmas was certainly celebrated in true, old fashioned style here on Harts.
Messrs. Charles Curry and Daniel McCloud are teaching singing school at lower school house on Trace. They have all the voices but the alto, heigh ho.
There is a new arrival at Thomas Baisden’s. Oh no, we didn’t say who, so you need not get mad.
Mr. Charley Mullins was calling on Miss Roxie Mullins last Sunday, but oh gee, he had a black pudding on his nose.
Oh, I forgot. How many yards does it take to make a black pudding? “Haint it the truth.”
Miss Weltha Hensley cranked up her old Ford and went to Washington. Hope she doesn’t forget those—ah, you know what.
Messrs. Randy Baisden and Charley went to town just before Christmas. Wonder what for?
Mr. Elbert Adams was calling on Miss Tilda Baisden Christmas day.
Miss Mattie Carter has decided to be an old maid.
Miss Katie Baisden was calling on the Dingess home the other day.
Mr. Robert Martin, one of our teachers, is planning on attending summer school. We hope that many more will do likewise.
Mrs. Belle Dora Adams was seen going through town smoking her pipe but she did not have any thinking cap on.
Miss Thelma Dingess returned from Rum Creek to spend Christmas with her sister, Mrs. Adams.
The “scruant” officer visits Trace school so often that the teachers are kept busy watching for him.
Poor Anna is lonely since Frank is ill. Cheer up, Anna.
There has been an awful disaster around in Dingess town. Moscoe Dingess got his contract signed and then it was stolen. It was a blue paper, so watch for it. Oh, boy.
Misses Nora and Anna Adams are visiting friends on Hart. They appeared to be disappointed on Christmas day. Wonder why? Ask Everett and Bernie.
From the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, comes this poem by Charles M. Gore of Chapmanville printed on December 23, 1927:
GOD’S GREAT GIFT
Far away in a eastern country
About this time of year
There was an expectation ____
___ and fear.
The hope within her had been prompted
By a message she had received
From the messenger Angel Gabriel
And the message she truly believed.
That she and not another
In this sin cursed world below
Straight way would become a mother
Of a son whom men should know.
Knew him as a lowly Saviour
And not as a high browed king,
Know him through loving favors
And the peace and joy he’d bring.
Twas in the little town of Bethlehem,
Near two thousand years ago, Dec. 25th,
God set a new star in the firmament
Which was proof of his great gift.
His son was born, his angels sang
“Peace on earth, good will I bring”
The shepherds heard and the wise men there
Brought gifts of frankincense and myrrh.
They bestowed them on that little babe,
Who in the hay-filled manger laid
To show to the world that what they knew
Of the prophets’ word had sure come true.
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McKinley Grimmett was born on November 30, 1896 to Henderson and Nancy (Hatfield) Grimmett at Sand Lick, Logan County, WV. On May 14, 1916, Mr. Grimmett married a Ms. Plymale, who soon died, in Logan County. One child named Alva died on June 21, 1919 of whooping cough, aged fourteen months. His World War I draft registration card dated September 12, 1918 identifies him as having blue eyes and light-colored hair. He was employed by Mallory Coal Company at Mallory, WV. On November 13, 1919, he married Matilda “Tilda” Hatfield, daughter of Thomas Hatfield, in Logan County. He identified himself as a farmer in both of his marriage records. During the 1920s, he served as a deputy under Sheriff Tennis Hatfield.
The following interview of Mr. Grimmett was conducted at his home on July 17, 1984. In this part of the interview, he recalls his occupations. Tennis Hatfield, Cap Hatfield, Joe Hatfield, Willis Hatfield, pushboats, Logan, World War I, coal, and blacksmithing are featured.
What about Tennis and Joe Hatfield?
But now they come out, they paid all their debts and everything and stuff like that. They was honest, as far as I know. I think both of ‘em went broke, they was so good to the people. They had all kinds of things… Tennis had a five thousand dollar ring and he pawned it to the First National Bank and somebody got the ring. I don’t know who did. Tennis didn’t get it back. They both lost everything they had. And not just only them. Osey Richey, he was assessor and J.G. Hunter was assessor, and they lost all they had. People just, after they got elected and everything, thought that they had to furnish ‘em whether they had it or whether they didn’t.
Tennis and Joe were too young to participate in the Hatfield-McCoy Feud.
Oh yeah. That happened before I got big enough, Cap and them. Cap was chief deputy, though, while I was on. I can remember some of it. Just hear-says. I don’t know nothing about it. Ellison Toler was related to them someway and he stayed at my daddy’s and they kept him up for killing somebody over there at Welch and they hung him there at Welch yard on a tree. I remember getting into my daddy’s papers and reading the letters after I was just learning in school about such stuff like that. And I thought that was the awfulest thing ever was, writing to him and telling about it.
What changed in the county for the Hatfields between the feud and the 1920s?
Mostly, they died out to tell you the truth. Joe and Tennis died out and nobody else had guts enough to take it, you see? Now, Willis, he was the youngest brother. Elba, now he was JP and after he got out as JP he pulled out and went to California. And Willis, he died here about a year ago up on Rum Creek. And Tennis and Joe both died. And that was all of ‘em. All of the old people. Harvey Howes married their sister, and they’re all dead.
Did you ever talk to Cap or Willis?
Oh yeah. Willis, they’d hang after me all the time. They knowed I was half-Hatfield, you know. Tennis and Joe would, too. They was awful good to me ever way. Now Cap, I never – Cap just had one word for a person. If he wanted to talk with you, he’d say, well let’s talk a while, and if he didn’t, he’d say, get the hell away from here. That was the way Cap was. Devil Anse, he used to kill a beef and roast it every Christmas, you know. I’ve went there and eat with him a lot. They tell me they wouldn’t know that place now. They’ve cleaned the graveyard up, you know. I ain’t been up there in… Be five years in January since I got down and I ain’t been away … Only one takes me anyplace is my daughter Edith and Ralph and Edith’s working all the time and Ralph’s all the time busy and Ralph takes me to the doctor every month and Edith took me to the store back and forth and Ralph took me last Saturday.
How has Downtown Logan changed since you were young?
Oh, it’s changed a big lot. Built more buildings in it and everything. Used to be you had about three or four policeman and that was it. Now I can remember back whenever they had a wooden courthouse. A boxed building. I was just a big boy then. Daddy followed rafting and pushboating. You know what pushboating is? Well, they had a big long boat. He had two. And one of ‘em was about eight feet wide and about 46 feet long. Other one was about twelve feet wide. And they had to catch water to get that big boat. And sixteen foot wide. And they’d take a pair of mules or horses, whichever they had, and they’d go to Logan and buy groceries. He had a store and he boated most of his stuff. They’d kill hogs and take chickens and catch fish and take it down to Logan and sell it and they’d bring groceries back.
And they’d make these trips how often?
He went every week. It would take two days to make it, very best. You had from daylight to dark.
Tell me more about your work history.
Well I was a blacksmith. Worked in electric force. They knew I was going to fire. Harvey Ferguson was superintendent. Johnny Davis was general manager. They knowed how old I was. They knowed I was going to retire. I left Christian over here. They shut down. Johnny Davis offered me a job and offered me a job and I wouldn’t take it. I met him right at the foot of the hill. He was a boss over some Elk Creek mine. Well, I went and worked about six months lacking two days for Burl Stotts over there in Campbell’s Creek, built a tipple he fell off of and got killed. I come back and Johnny had come in home that week and Johnny and Harvey Ferguson had been up here and they wanted me to come around there and talk with them on Saturday night. I went around there. They said Johnny said he wanted me to come back up and work for him. I said, well you won’t give me enough. He said, how much you getting? I told him. He said, well I’ll give you three dollars on the day more. I said, well I’ll do it. The rates was 24 dollars. Union then. He give me 27 dollars. I wasn’t getting 24 and going over there and paying board, you know. So I said, well I’ll go back over there and work next week and pay my board up. I wouldn’t walk right off the job from him. He was a good fellow. And he was good to me. And he liked me and everything. And he give me all he could give me. They said they appreciated that, Davis and Harvey Ferguson both. That I’d do a thing like that. So I went back and worked that week and paid my board and come back and went up there and stayed with him fourteen years and retired. In November 30, 1962.
Do you remember anything about your last day?
No, they give me a pair of gloves and Johnny told me that he was going to put a ten dollar gold piece in my envelope. And he did.
What about World War I?
Well I was called… I was drum runner. The superintendent come down in the drum house where I was at. The superintendent said I see you are called for service. I said, Yeah, two more weeks will be my last. You better get somebody in here and let me learn him while I can. He said, we were studying about that. Do you want to go? I said, no I don’t want to go but I guess I’ll have to go. Kaiser was his name. He said, We’ll see what we can do about it. I’ll let you know and I’ll keep you posted at all times. Well, that was on Monday morning, I believe it was. On Saturday evening, I had to work six days a week, Saturday evening he wanted me to come over to his office. That was around on Huff Creek, at Mallory 1. And I went over there. He said, I think I’ve got you retired. He said, We’ve got to have coal men as well as army men. Just don’t say anything about it to none of the boys. You’ll not have to go. And that was all of it. I never did have to go. But I registered five different times for the service. Last time I registered, they took everybody. They didn’t get too old—I registered them all. And the company put me in a little old room beside the store and furnished my eatings for that day paid me for my day’s work and the government never did pay me a cent for none of it. Five different times. Now at first start I had to take them, I had to keep a tally of how many registered, had to take them to Logan and send them out, call in to Washington and tell them how many I registered and everything. Now the last time, I didn’t have to do that. A man come and got ‘em the next day.
Who taught you how to blacksmith?
Oh, I taught myself. My daddy used to shoe horses and I used to help him in the shop. That’s the hardest job ever I got in, shoeing horses or mules. Dangerous job, too. I’ve had them kick me plumb over top of… At that time you had belluses you blow. They’d kick me plumb over top of them belluses. Almost kill me sometimes.
Were there any blacksmith shops around Logan when you were a boy?
Oh yeah. There was plenty of them. There in Logan there was a big one. A fellow named White was the blacksmith down there. Boy, he’d whip a mule. He kept big old hickory poles in there and a mule or horse that didn’t hold still or anything he’d throw its leg down and grab one of them poles—I’ve been in there and watched him—and he’d beat that mule… I swear, I’d be uneasy about it. Think he was going to kill it. It would just quiver like a leaf.
Where was his shop?
Right where the courthouse sits now. There was a wooden courthouse. Box building. Two-story high. And his blacksmith shop was right on down the street. I’d say it wasn’t quite down to the Smoke House. Not quite down that far. Over on the right hand side. It was a big old boxed building and a shed to it. He’d get dirty coal. He was too tight to buy the coal or something. And he’d have enough smoke go all over that town. Yeah, I remember all about that.
NOTE: Some names may be transcribed incorrectly.
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An unknown correspondent from Ranger in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on January 13, 1928:
We have been neglectful in our writing, but our town is still on the map and our memory still lingers on the dear old Banner.
We are glad to say the cold spell has passed and the weather is more agreeable.
Cecil Estep of Peach Creek met with an accident Saturday morning, losing two fingers.
B.E. Smith of Peach Creek was calling on Miss Mary Estep Sunday.
Barney Saunders of Hubball was seen in our town Monday.
Golden Saunders was the pleasant guest of Miss Opal Adkins Wednesday evening.
John Estep was visiting his sister of Peach Creek this week.
L.C. Hatfield was a business visitor in Hamlin Monday.
Misses Freeda and Olive Adkins were seen in our town Saturday.
M. Frazier who visited homefolks at Stollings last weekend, returned to his work Monday.
Cecil Kidwell was seen in our little town Monday. Dorothy was smiling out loud.
Irma was looking for Paul Saturday evening. Irma, Golden hasn’t purchased his 1928 license is why he didn’t come.
Rufus Hatfield was calling on Miss Dova Adkins Sunday.
News is scarce this week but look out for Ranger next week.
Wedding bells were not heard this Christmas, but listen for them next Christmas. This is leap year, boys.
Best wishes to The Banner and its many readers.
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An unknown correspondent from Big Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on December 6, 1927:
Everything is lively around Banco now days, with everyone looking forward to Christmas.
Mr. and Mrs. J.B. Lucas and Mr. and Mrs. R.S. Pardue were visiting homefolks at Banco Thanksgiving Day.
E.S. Harmon of Estep was a business caller here this week.
Mrs. J.B. Toney and Mrs. A.S. Harmon of Huntington were weekend visitors here.
We have a new shoe shop here. Now the boys can have their shoes mended without going far.
W.C. Lucas is on his job at the new gas station.
Bruce Hunter is going to put in a big store in the W.C. Lucas building in the east end of town.
George Chafin of Logan was here on business Tuesday.
D.H. Harmon of Banco was also a business caller here this week.
Mrs. C.C. Varney and Mrs. Ted Hager were calling on Mrs. J.B. Lucas, Wednesday.
Miss Clara Harmon of Banco was in Big Creek for a short time Sunday evening.
Mrs. Nell Mobley was calling on Mrs. R.S. Pardue one afternoon last week.
Mr. and Mrs. Ted Hager were visiting Mrs. Hager’s mother at Banco Sunday.
R.C. Vickers of Chapmanville was down to look after the Sunday School Sunday.
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The following news items relating to Clinton Crane (1844-1917) and Cole & Crane Co. were printed in the Logan Democrat of Logan, WV, in 1917:
HONOR FOR LOGAN CITIZEN
C. Cole Appointed Member of State Board in Optometry
C. Cole of this city has been appointed by Governor Hatfield a member of the State Board of Examiners in Optometry, and the senate has confirmed the appointment.
It will be Mr. Cole’s duty to meet at the state capital with the other members of the board at regular intervals to prepare examinations and to examine applications who wish to practice optometry in this state, and to issue certificates to those who pass a satisfactory examination.
Mr. Cole has been practicing optometry for about sixteen years, and when the law requiring a certificate came into effect, he would have been exempt from taking the examination on account of his long practice, but preferred to take it.
In 1912 he passed a satisfactory examination and secured a life certificate, and since that time has been practicing in this profession and has taken an active part in the state optical work.
He has supervised the training and study of his two sons, W.H. and Fred Cole, who also hold certificates.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 1 March 1917.
CAPT. CRANE IS BETTER
Veteran Timberman and Lumber Manufacturer Will Get Out Again
Capt. Clinton Crane of Cincinnati, millionaire timber and lumber dealer and manufacturer, who has been very ill for several weeks at his home in the Ohio metropolis, and whose life was for a time despaired of, is now improving, according to advices received by friends and business acquaintances here.
The messages state that Capt. Crane will be able to get out again as soon as the weather improves.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 8 March 1917.
Work on remodeling the Cole residence on Highland avenue, which was damaged by fire before Christmas, is progressing rapidly. W.H. Cole, son of C. Cole, expects to build a house for himself later on the lot above his father’s.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 27 April 1917.
CLINTON CRANE DEAD
Well Known Lumber Magnate Passes Away At His Home In Cincinnati
The death of Clinton Crane, a well known lumber man, at his home in Cincinnati, last Friday, came as a shock to a number of people in Logan county who were well acquainted with him.
Mr. Crane had extensive holdings in West Virginia, being junior partner in the firm of Cole & Crane. He was 77 years old. He entered the West Virginia timber market about 1880, and came to own thousands of acres in the Guyandotte valley. His firm had booms at the mouth of the Guyandotte river and drifted millions of logs from the upper waters, rafting them to the booms and then towing them to Cincinnati. Lately, they have used trains mostly for this work.
Mr. Crane kept in close touch with his vast business interests. He also had large coal interests in the Guyan valley. He leaves a widow and two daughters. He was buried last Monday. His interests in Logan county were put in the hands of trustees before his death, so his passing will have no effect on the companies in which he held interest here.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 10 May 1917.
The late Clinton Crane, who died recently in Cincinnati, was among the first to recognize the vast resources of this part of West Virginia. He accumulated over a million dollars as a result. The same opportunities that were open to him are still open to others. The coal development of Logan county will produce many more millionaires within the lifetime of the present generation.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 17 May 1917.
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From the Logan Democrat of Logan, WV, come these stories of Christmas in 1916:
COMMUNITY CHRISTMAS TREE AND CEREMONIES ON SATURDAY NIGHT
On Saturday night, at 6:30 o’clock Logan will hold its first formal community celebration of Christmas through the medium of a community Christmas tree with the attendant distribution of substantial gifts to the elders, and toys and goodies to all the children, in keeping with the true spirit of the season.
The proposition has been launched and carried out by a number of prominent ladies of the city, whose efforts to make the event a huge success will undoubtedly be crowned with the deserved result. The plans are elaborate and extensive, and provide for the supplying of every needy and worthy family within reach of a good supply of necessaries, including groceries and clothing, and the presentation to each and every child in the city with candy and a toy. The household gifts will be distributed through the medium of tickets distributed by the ladies committee, which has been busily at work for the past week or ten days. The work is entirely non-denominational, and the event will take place rain or shine. If the weather is clear the tree will be placed on the courthouse lawn, and if inclement it will have a place on the courthouse porch.
It is understood that the Chamber of Commerce and other prominent civic and church organizations are lending their hearty approval and substantial support to the matter, and that sufficient funds have been obtained to meet the requirements, aided by the liberal donations of merchandise by the local merchants.
The household gifts will be distributed in baskets, while the children will receive theirs in tidy little bags, two hundred or more of which have been provided. Upwards of $200 has already been expended for supplies and necessities, and it is assured that there will be plenty to go round.
The tree will be brilliantly lighted and ornately decorated, the lighting effects being supplied by the Logan County Light & Power company. Arrangements are now underway to maintain the tree in all its splendor until New Year’s, and to have it lighted up every night during that period.
The committee in charge of the work is desirous that no one be alighted or overlooked, and to this end solicits the assistance of all in the community in seeking out families who are deserving of help at this time and reporting such cases to the Guyan Drug store as soon as possible so that ample provision may be made for all.
The basket offerings will consist of groceries, a good cut of meat and other table necessities, while shoes, clothing, hats, etc., will be given to those in need of such articles.
The presents for the little folks will be given to each and every child who presents himself or herself at that proper time.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 21 December 1916.
CHRISTMAS SPIRIT HOLDS SWAY IN LOGAN
The Christmas season is now virtually upon us; the season when it is customary for every one to be trembling with job, and minds to soar to greater heights; the season when the one thought, good will, is paramount in the minds of all; when trials and sorrows are cast to the four winds, and only the good deeds of life are given a place in human interest.
Grievances and differences are forgotten and nothing is remembered save that someone did you a good turn and made your life a little happier at least for a time. Or perhaps you think of the kind word or action that you had passed along to someone else less fortunate than yourself, and it is with pleasure that you recollect in joy that was manifested in the face of someone that you helped.
But a shudder comes when you think of the terrible havoc with which Europe has been fraught; where men have been taking and giving a life for a life; where the hearts of women have been torn asunder; where the cruel pangs of hunger have driven children to an early grave; where aged m others and fathers have been bereft of all comfort and dragged down to the nethermost depths of despair, where lands have been devastated, and cities have been robbed of all their beauty by the greedy mouths of the cannon.
And your thoughts turn to the thousands of mothers in that war stricken land; the mothers who were so happy before the terrible slaughter of men commenced; the mothers left alone pining for their loved ones; the mothers in the gray and dusk of the dawn where the shadows are turning into spectres, grim, wan, ghastly and fearful. And you think of them as the mothers of men; men who fought and died for freedom.
A feeling of sadness comes over you as you think of the joy that might have been theirs; of the gay and happy times that they too might have had at Christmas, all of which has been blasted by the terrible scourge of warfare. And perhaps you utter a prayer of thankfulness that you can enjoy to the full that Merry Christmas. But perhaps you may not pause to think that there are some near you who cannot join in that happiness that may be yours.
You forget about the little boys and girls whose parents are at war, not war against nations, but war against adversity and calamity. They are struggling against great odds, and reinforcements are required immediately to assist them to struggle in the heights, surmount the barriers and give to their children a Merry Christmas.
They have told their children tales of Santa Claus; of the many treasures stored away in his mansion in the skies; of his yearly visit to the children; of the many toys he brings them, and the joy that he unloads at every household, and they told these tales when the sun was shining down upon them in all its glory and brilliance; when all seemed bright and there was not thought of the coming winter, with its chilly blasts and the snowstorms was in their minds.
But winter has sent a warning and is stalking forth in all sternness. They do not feel sorry now that they told the children such tales, because they made the children happy, but they know now that a hard struggle is ahead of them and that the long looked for visit of Santa Claus may not materialize.
They cannot steel themselves to break the news to the children. They were sure that when Christmas came Santa Claus would not forget the little ones but that was before misfortune struck them, and they now bow their heads in sorrow.
These are the people that must be thought of during our Christmastide, and every effort made and plans turned to bring them a full measure of the gladness and cheer of the festive season. The community Christmas tree will be a wonderful blessing to the whole community, radiating wholeheartedly and generously upon all alike its spirit of good cheer. A little individual effort on the part of everyone will cap the climax of making this Christmas a memorable and happy one to all within reach.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 21 December 1916.
Community Tree Was Big Feature of Christmas
The community celebration held in this city on last Saturday night was one of the biggest events of a charitable nature Logan has ever seen, and the spirit of good cheer and the material benefits derive therefrom will have an uplifting influence upon the entire section for a long time to come.
The good influence exerted by the affair cannot be overestimated, and the results obtained were highly satisfactory to those in charge of the work. A large number of baskets of groceries were distributed, and shoes and clothing were given to all who could be found who were in need of such articles. The kiddies of the city were all provided for with candy, fruit and nuts, and on the whole the event was a notable one, and it is quite likely that it will become an annual fixture in the future years.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 28 December 1916.
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