Hello Russell - Wiley left Martha Miller in the 1850s and went to Kanawha Co. where he married Ellen Dawson d/o Manoah Dawson. Green Berry is my great grandfather and was the son of Wiley and Ellen. Wiley had two daughters with Martha Miller. Wiley and Ellen had three more sons as well. Wiley served in the Union army and lived to a ripe old age in Jackson Co. WVa. Green did marrry Bridget Christopher (Christy), and my grandmother Helen Elizabeth Berry was their daughter. Rick P.S. No one studying Berrys in KY could find Wiley and assumed he was dead. The bottom line seems to be he dumped Martha and looked for greener pastures. On Nov 14, 2007 5:54 PM, Russell Turner <[email protected]> wrote: > Wiley is my first cousin four times removed. We all came from Isaac and > Jane. > I have that Wiley married Martha Miller on July 8, 1838 and that he died > in > 1854. > They had one son, Green Berry.Green married Bridget (Christopher) Christy. > If you have other information, please enlighten me. > > Russ Turner > mother Lena Berry > grand Father Gaylord Emory Berry > gg Father Hugh Thomas "Dick" Berry > ggg Father Reuben Henderson Berry > gggg Father Isaac Berry Jr. > ggggg Father Isaac Berry Sr. > > Russ Turner > born on Spring Hill Mountain in Kanawha County > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Richard Stewart" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Wednesday, November 14, 2007 8:36 AM > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies > > > > Hello Russ - My maternal grandmother was a Berry. Her family lived on > > Fishers Ridge in Jackson Co. My gg grandfather Wiley Berry came to > > Kanawha > > in the 1850s from Lawrence Co., KY and married Ellen Dawson. His > parents > > were Jubal and Margaret (Thompson) Berry. Margaret was the daughter of > > Richard Thompson and a Cherokee lady named Elizabeth. Jubal's parents > > were > > Isaac and Jane (Hale) Berry who lived in SW VA near the present town of > > Dublin, VA. Any relation? Rick Stewart > > > > On Nov 13, 2007 6:55 PM, Russell Turner <[email protected]> wrote: > > > >> While we are talking West Virginia Ladies...We had a ICE LADY, yes she > >> delivered the ice in Spring Hill, Kanawha County. Her husband was a > >> cousin > >> of mine. She delivered the ice until about 1947, or so. We had moved to > >> Texas by then, but she delivered to my aunt (no relation to her) until > >> then. > >> I remember her lugging the ice, and we would sneak ice chips off of her > >> truck. My Berry family was in Cabell county, as well as Kanawha and in > >> Louisa Kentucky. > >> > >> Russ Turner > >> The Woodlands, Texas > >> > >> ----- Original Message ----- > >> From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> > >> To: <[email protected]> > >> Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 6:23 PM > >> Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara > >> > >> > >> > Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts > in > >> > each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the > >> > amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his > >> > shoulders > >> > when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the > >> > pan > >> > under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. > >> > We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a > >> > conversation piece. > >> > I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the > well. > >> > Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to > cover > >> the > >> > hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe > not > >> the > >> > money. > >> > When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, > >> got > >> > on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, > >> > I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do > >> believe > >> > it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of > people > >> WV > >> > produces. > >> > Clara > >> > > >> > [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice > blocks > >> > although they had electricity. > >> > The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light > >> > fixture. > >> > I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. > >> > My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in > the > >> > home > >> > my grandmother struggled. > >> > Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all > >> > worked > >> > his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. > >> > > >> > ----- Original Message ----- > >> > From: "clara russell" > >> > To: > >> > Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM > >> > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies > >> > > >> > > >> > I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six > >> mile. > >> > She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore > >> > the > >> > dresses to school. > >> > When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the > sacks > >> she > >> > wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. > >> > I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. > >> > I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was > >> electric > >> > lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's > >> > family > >> > got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as > soon > >> as > >> > the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to > run > >> the > >> > iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV > >> > we > >> > still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I > >> wonder > >> > how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things > we > >> > have > >> > used back then. > >> > Clara > >> > > >> > > >> > [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) > >> ordered > >> > one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made > >> her > >> > a > >> > paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the > >> > new > >> > one > >> > back together. > >> > This had to be over 70 years ago. > >> > Judi > >> > > >> > - > >> > > >> > ------------------------------- > >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > >> > quotes > >> > in the subject and the body of the message > >> > > >> > > >> > ------------------------------- > >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > >> > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >> > > >> > > >> > ------------------------------- > >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > >> > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >> > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Wiley is my first cousin four times removed. We all came from Isaac and Jane. I have that Wiley married Martha Miller on July 8, 1838 and that he died in 1854. They had one son, Green Berry.Green married Bridget (Christopher) Christy. If you have other information, please enlighten me. Russ Turner mother Lena Berry grand Father Gaylord Emory Berry gg Father Hugh Thomas "Dick" Berry ggg Father Reuben Henderson Berry gggg Father Isaac Berry Jr. ggggg Father Isaac Berry Sr. Russ Turner born on Spring Hill Mountain in Kanawha County ----- Original Message ----- From: "Richard Stewart" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, November 14, 2007 8:36 AM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies > Hello Russ - My maternal grandmother was a Berry. Her family lived on > Fishers Ridge in Jackson Co. My gg grandfather Wiley Berry came to > Kanawha > in the 1850s from Lawrence Co., KY and married Ellen Dawson. His parents > were Jubal and Margaret (Thompson) Berry. Margaret was the daughter of > Richard Thompson and a Cherokee lady named Elizabeth. Jubal's parents > were > Isaac and Jane (Hale) Berry who lived in SW VA near the present town of > Dublin, VA. Any relation? Rick Stewart > > On Nov 13, 2007 6:55 PM, Russell Turner <[email protected]> wrote: > >> While we are talking West Virginia Ladies...We had a ICE LADY, yes she >> delivered the ice in Spring Hill, Kanawha County. Her husband was a >> cousin >> of mine. She delivered the ice until about 1947, or so. We had moved to >> Texas by then, but she delivered to my aunt (no relation to her) until >> then. >> I remember her lugging the ice, and we would sneak ice chips off of her >> truck. My Berry family was in Cabell county, as well as Kanawha and in >> Louisa Kentucky. >> >> Russ Turner >> The Woodlands, Texas >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> >> To: <[email protected]> >> Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 6:23 PM >> Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara >> >> >> > Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in >> > each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the >> > amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his >> > shoulders >> > when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the >> > pan >> > under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. >> > We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a >> > conversation piece. >> > I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. >> > Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover >> the >> > hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not >> the >> > money. >> > When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, >> got >> > on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, >> > I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do >> believe >> > it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people >> WV >> > produces. >> > Clara >> > >> > [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks >> > although they had electricity. >> > The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light >> > fixture. >> > I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. >> > My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the >> > home >> > my grandmother struggled. >> > Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all >> > worked >> > his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. >> > >> > ----- Original Message ----- >> > From: "clara russell" >> > To: >> > Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM >> > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies >> > >> > >> > I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six >> mile. >> > She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore >> > the >> > dresses to school. >> > When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks >> she >> > wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. >> > I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. >> > I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was >> electric >> > lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's >> > family >> > got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon >> as >> > the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run >> the >> > iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV >> > we >> > still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I >> wonder >> > how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we >> > have >> > used back then. >> > Clara >> > >> > >> > [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) >> ordered >> > one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made >> her >> > a >> > paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the >> > new >> > one >> > back together. >> > This had to be over 70 years ago. >> > Judi >> > >> > - >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> > quotes >> > in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

On Nov 13, 2007, at 4:23 PM, clara russell wrote: > Oh! yes the ice blocks ...... Clara Having grown up in a remote country environment, I don't relate to ice deliveries at ones house although my grandmother owned one of the old time ice boxes. My memory takes a slightly different slant. My great grandfather, Charlie Ferg Stewart, had on his place at the mouth of Coon Branch the remains of an old ice house that had served him and his father before him as a storage place for ice during the summer. I was told that during the winter when the river was frozen, the men would gather ice from the Laural Fork, saw it into blocks with a crosscut saw and store it in the ice house for very selective use the following summer. The ice was covered with several inches of sawdust as insulation and would be available most of the summer. One thing that intrigues me is that they were able to find ice that was thick enough to make it all worthwhile. As a boy I could sometimes skate on the river, but due to pollutants, the rivers in that part of the country rarely freeze solid anymore. If Al Gore had known, he could have devoted an entire chapter of his book to southern WV rivers . STAN

Stan, There was an ice truck that came around. It was from Lyons Ice Company in Madison. I can't remember how and if we got ice when there was no truck. I can remember a few times of having ice cream and then a real treat snow cream. I don't know what my aunt put in it but I can remember her going out when there was fresh snow and it was so good. We lived on Six Mile, about a half mile from the road that goes from Madison to Chapmanville. I can remember when it was paved. I was going to school on Turtle Creek. We walked over the mountain. I think that road is called corridor G now. Sometimes I would get to see my grandfather Baisden. He was working for the WPA when they built the road. The CCC's did a lot of construction in different parts of the USA too. At our house here in Weatherford there was a little retaining wall built by the CCC's. Clara Weatherford, TX Clara Having grown up in a remote country environment, I don't relate to ice deliveries at ones house although my grandmother owned one of the old time ice boxes. My memory takes a slightly different slant. My great grandfather, Charlie Ferg Stewart, had on his place at the mouth of Coon Branch the remains of an old ice house that had served him and his father before him as a storage place for ice during the summer. I was told that during the winter when the river was frozen, the men would gather ice from the Laural Fork, saw it into blocks with a crosscut saw and store it in the ice house for very selective use the following summer. The ice was covered with several inches of sawdust as insulation and would be available most of the summer. One thing that intrigues me is that they were able to find ice that was thick enough to make it all worthwhile. As a boy I could sometimes skate on the river, but due to pollutants, the rivers in that part of the country rarely freeze solid anymore. If Al Gore had known, he could have devoted an entire chapter of his book to southern WV rivers . STAN ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

From: Stan Browning We should have been horse-whipped for the way we aggravated that old man, but development of the part of the brain of mid-teen boys that allows them to think logically in the presence of their peers is often stuck on “pause.” Mr. Hager would have given us all the watermelons we could eat if we would have but asked him. However, now that he had wounded one of our own, ripping off a few samples from his crop became a challenge that could not go unanswered. A group of us were hanging out at the old swinging bridge, “dropping knives” and taking turns jumping off the bridge into the sand on the edge of the river ten or so feet below, when it was suggested that we should show Mr. Hager that we weren’t afraid of him and his cannon. We then began to conspire to seek revenge. The plan was to wait until dark to make our move. One other fellow and I were to go up Route 10 and distract Mr. Hager by buying a watermelon from him at his sales stand, while a group of boys was to come into the watermelon patch from Laural Fork River, which ran beside the field a hundred yards, more or less, on the opposite side from the road. The intruders would gather melons and roll them down a steep embankment onto the riverbank below. They would continue to do this until they received a signal from the road that the sale was complete and Mr. Hager was now free to return to guard duty. We would reorganize and return later to gather our bounty from the riverbank and go to the bridge to enjoy our haul. We were to whistle the tune, “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” when it was time for the gatherers to vacate the melon patch. Everything went as planned. The other front man and I did everything we could think of to drag out the sale to give the boys in the field as much time as possible. We spent so much time picking over a multitude of perfectly acceptable melons on the pretense of trying to make up our mind that it became obvious that Mr. Hager was growing suspicious. We finally chose one and then asked if he could sell us some salt. He had no salt at the stand, so we suggested that he go into the house where he was staying with Aunt Nancy and Uncle George Milam and perhaps borrow some for us. He took about two minutes to get a bag of salt from the house and then rush off toward his guard post. I started furiously whistling, “Swing Low Sweet Chariot.” In all, we harvested thirteen of Mr. Hager’s select and one large green pumpkin. We built a huge bond fire at the old swinging bridge, ate watermelon until we were in danger of serious gastric distress, and then had one humongous watermelon rind fight.

Hello Russ - My maternal grandmother was a Berry. Her family lived on Fishers Ridge in Jackson Co. My gg grandfather Wiley Berry came to Kanawha in the 1850s from Lawrence Co., KY and married Ellen Dawson. His parents were Jubal and Margaret (Thompson) Berry. Margaret was the daughter of Richard Thompson and a Cherokee lady named Elizabeth. Jubal's parents were Isaac and Jane (Hale) Berry who lived in SW VA near the present town of Dublin, VA. Any relation? Rick Stewart On Nov 13, 2007 6:55 PM, Russell Turner <[email protected]> wrote: > While we are talking West Virginia Ladies...We had a ICE LADY, yes she > delivered the ice in Spring Hill, Kanawha County. Her husband was a cousin > of mine. She delivered the ice until about 1947, or so. We had moved to > Texas by then, but she delivered to my aunt (no relation to her) until > then. > I remember her lugging the ice, and we would sneak ice chips off of her > truck. My Berry family was in Cabell county, as well as Kanawha and in > Louisa Kentucky. > > Russ Turner > The Woodlands, Texas > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 6:23 PM > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara > > > > Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in > > each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the > > amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his shoulders > > when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the pan > > under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. > > We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a > > conversation piece. > > I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. > > Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover > the > > hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not > the > > money. > > When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, > got > > on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, > > I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do > believe > > it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people > WV > > produces. > > Clara > > > > [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks > > although they had electricity. > > The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. > > I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. > > My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the > > home > > my grandmother struggled. > > Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all > > worked > > his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: "clara russell" > > To: > > Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM > > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies > > > > > > I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six > mile. > > She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the > > dresses to school. > > When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks > she > > wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. > > I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. > > I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was > electric > > lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's > > family > > got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon > as > > the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run > the > > iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we > > still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I > wonder > > how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we > > have > > used back then. > > Clara > > > > > > [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) > ordered > > one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made > her > > a > > paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new > > one > > back together. > > This had to be over 70 years ago. > > Judi > > > > - > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes > > in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Stan, I agree 100% about the stories, I know dates etc are obviously needed but the stories are priceless. My mother and father who are both 82 and born in Logan,well actually Mudfork and Holden have told me many stories of "back then". My father just told me a story last week of visiting his Grandmother when he was about 7 so that would make it 1932 and sleeping on a bed made of corn husks and how they would have all day picnics in cemeteries with preachers taking turns up on a little bridge preaching all day long. The stories are what make all this become real for us and makes our ancestors real........Kathy in Michigan -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of STANLEY BROWNING Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 3:26 PM To: [email protected] Subject: [WVLOGAN] One Man's Opinion Thanks Bonnie, You have given me an opening for discussion of one of my pet peeves. That is, I am concerned that we spend hours upon boring hours gathering or recopying the same, oft times unreliable, data that are already available from a variety of sources, and will probably be around forever, but ignore the area where we could make the best contribution to our family and community histories. I refer to the recording of our own personal life stories and life in our times as we perceive it. That's the history that will be lost forever if we don't record it. So, instead of Part 2 of my watermelon story, I will mount my soapbox. The watermelons will have to wait a day or so. How can we of our respective generations best preserve our heritage? How many of us have received requests from our children, grandchildren or perhaps great grandchildren, asking us to tell them about the old days. I can assure you that when my grandaughters said , "Papa, tell us about the olden times," they didn't have in mind the usual stuff we dig out of courthouse records and library stacks or pilfer from the internet without recognizing or caring about the source of the information. They want family history from my perspective, not a lot of statistics. Also, how many have heard a statement similar to the following: " I do the genealogy thing because when I'm gone our family history may be lost forever?" How often we delude ourselves as the type of information that we crave is in the records and will be for years to come. Although I love and have made a career involving detailed research, I can't think of anything more boring and less fulfilling than amassing huge files of statistics of questionable accuracy simply for statistic's sake. Don't take me wrong; to each his own. There is a measure of satisfaction in knowing ones roots, and, I guess, building the world's biggest data base, but my point is that we have a much more important contribution in seeing that life as we lived it remains a part of the local history. My apparent cavalier statements made earlier not withstanding, thats why I feel that the stories related by Shelby Burgess, my good friend Darrell Miller, and a few others about life in West Virginia in our own times, whenever that may have been, are priceless. Life on Coon Branch, where I grew up, was different from life on Berarhole, was different from life in Sabine, Gilbert or Logan. Life in the towns was different from life on the farm, was different from life in the coal camps. And, life of a farmer was different from the life of a miner was different from the life of a logger. There are many unique stories out there yet to be told. And, if they are not told by those who lived them, they indeed will be lost forever. And don't forget that today's current events are tomorrow's history. If you are really serious about your hobby, take lots of photos and keep a journal. And finally, its your story and mostly for your kin and friends. Tell it like you want to. And you don't have to post it on the Internet. Ladies seem more reluctant to tell their stories than men. I already know from some of your letters that, like my wife, your mothers and grandmothers were expert seamstresses, and that most every household had a Singer or Elgin tredle sewing machine. Many of you can remember wearing homemade "outing" nightgowns and "bloomers" and feed- sack dresses. My wife tells how she and her sisters spent hours thumbing through Sears catalogs selecting dresses that their mother (who, like most ladies of that era, was also an expert at turning a picture into a pattern) would make from feed sacks for them to wear to school. That's not all of the story. How many other ways did families "make do" with what was available to them and manage to survive? And what of the innumerable sacrifices parents made just to see that their children could go to school? Now that I have got you to thinking, what about it ladies? Thanks, STAN > Stan, > I have been rather quiet for awhile (recuperating from total knee > replacement) I just have to tell you how much I enjoy your stories. > During the winter > my 83 year young Aunt lives with me and anytime I can I get her to > talk about > the old days. I plan to get a tape recorder and tape them as she > tells them. > One day my children may be interested in the way I grew up, plan to > tape that > as well. > Bonnie > > ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I applaud your good memory. I remember the house with no electric, no bathroom, and feed sack dresses. I can remember putting cardboard in shoes too, we probably didn't have the money either or a ration stamp to buy a pair. I still have the old oil lamp we used. I can remember when we first got the electric and like you, it was only for the lights. One light in the center of each room. I can remember the ice man coming and the thick rubber pad he wore. I was real young at the time but we had that ice box a long time after we got a refrigerator. I had forgotten about us having an ice box. Thanks for the walks down memory lane. I really enjoy all the stories of yesteyears. Keep them coming. Beulah McLemore Keeping in Touch Keeps Friendship Growing -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of clara russell Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 7:23 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his shoulders when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the pan under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a conversation piece. I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover the hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not the money. When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, got on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do believe it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people WV produces. Clara [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks although they had electricity. The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the home my grandmother struggled. Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all worked his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" To: Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the dresses to school. When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's family got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we have used back then. Clara [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi - ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I remember the ice man. Also the shoe cobbler, who mended our shoes. Another tradesman back then was the stove doctor; he would replace the worn out burned up parts in the kitchen cook stoves. And we all know what happened to the blacksmith, when cars replaced horses. Shelby ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

As I think of these things mother told us, she told them in a way of a story but not complaining. She was just looking back, but she never complained about her life and home, she love West Virginia, no matter what the style of it was. The ice carrier came by on a horse drawn cart as I recall. It was something the children looked forward to seeing. Mother wanted to go higher than 8th grade in school so badly, she did well in school. She went to Mt Gay. But her dad was strict/protective and she would have had to ride a train, he did not want her "out in the world", and would not allow her to go. I don't believe she ever got over that. For many years we always went home for Thanksgiving. Usually to my grandmother Clark's at Turtle Creek where she lived in a house on my dad's brother Carlos Clark's property. It was a quick trip home but I always miss Thanksgiving that way. :) Judi ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 7:23 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his shoulders when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the pan under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a conversation piece. I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover the hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not the money. When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, got on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do believe it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people WV produces. Clara [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks although they had electricity. The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the home my grandmother struggled. Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all worked his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" To: Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the dresses to school. When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's family got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we have used back then. Clara [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi - ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

While we are talking West Virginia Ladies...We had a ICE LADY, yes she delivered the ice in Spring Hill, Kanawha County. Her husband was a cousin of mine. She delivered the ice until about 1947, or so. We had moved to Texas by then, but she delivered to my aunt (no relation to her) until then. I remember her lugging the ice, and we would sneak ice chips off of her truck. My Berry family was in Cabell county, as well as Kanawha and in Louisa Kentucky. Russ Turner The Woodlands, Texas ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 6:23 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies re Clara > Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in > each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the > amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his shoulders > when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the pan > under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. > We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a > conversation piece. > I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. > Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover the > hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not the > money. > When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, got > on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, > I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do believe > it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people WV > produces. > Clara > > [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks > although they had electricity. > The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. > I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. > My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the > home > my grandmother struggled. > Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all > worked > his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "clara russell" > To: > Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM > Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies > > > I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. > She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the > dresses to school. > When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she > wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. > I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. > I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric > lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's > family > got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as > the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the > iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we > still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder > how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we > have > used back then. > Clara > > > [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered > one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her > a > paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new > one > back together. > This had to be over 70 years ago. > Judi > > - > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > WVLOGAN-req[email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Radio! Do you remember radio? Before electricity we had one hooked to a car battery. You could hardly understand it for all the static. Grand Old Opery on Saturday and for a special treat the Lone Ranger or the Green Hornet and remember the Shadow, the shadow knows. And the "stories" (soap operas) if all the work was done and the battery was charged or later when we had it to electricity. Real smoke house hams, fried chicken on Sunday. Blackberry jam and cobblers. No blackberries left now though. The hillsides and the valleys covered in crops. The outhouse in winter or on Halloween when the bad boys like Shelby turned them over. Clara Weatherford, TX Beulah McLemore <[email protected]> wrote: I applaud your good memory. I remember the house with no electric, no bathroom, and feed sack dresses. I can remember putting cardboard in shoes too, we probably didn't have the money either or a ration stamp to buy a pair. I still have the old oil lamp we used. I can remember when we first got the electric and like you, it was only for the lights. One light in the center of each room. I can remember the ice man coming and the thick rubber pad he wore. I was real young at the time but we had that ice box a long time after we got a refrigerator. I had forgotten about us having an ice box. Thanks for the walks down memory lane. I really enjoy all the stories of yesteyears. Keep them coming. - ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Mom talked about buying the ice blocks although they had electricity. The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the home my grandmother struggled. Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all worked his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the dresses to school. When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's family got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we have used back then. Clara [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi - ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Oh! yes the ice blocks. We had a square sign with different amounts in each corner. You hung it in the window so the ice man would know the amount you wanted. He had thick rubber pads he wore over his shoulders when he carried the ice. Had to remember to dump the water from the pan under the ice box or it would be all over the floor. We have an old ice box in our dining room. It is still usable, and a conversation piece. I remember us putting the butter in a pail and lowering it in the well. Another memory is cutting cardboard and putting it in my shoe to cover the hole. Shoes were rationed and we didn't have a stamp....and maybe not the money. When I was 15 I walked up to the paved road, at the head of Six Mile, got on the bus, alone, and went to Oklahoma City to live with my mother, I am amazed even now to think I had the courage to do that. I do believe it was a strong influence on the person I became and the kind of people WV produces. Clara [email protected] wrote: Mom talked about buying the ice blocks although they had electricity. The last hose she lived in before she married dad had one light fixture. I suppose it just depended on where you lived and your finances. My mother's dad had died when she was a teenager so with no man in the home my grandmother struggled. Where as my dad's home had his parents and so many young men who all worked his family lived a little better as the boys grew up and helped out. ----- Original Message ----- From: "clara russell" To: Sent: Tuesday, November 13, 2007 5:08 PM Subject: Re: [WVLOGAN] W.Va ladies I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the dresses to school. When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's family got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we have used back then. Clara [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi - ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi

Bonnie; Speaking of grandmothers, reminds me of mine (Fannie Hager Baisden). Once when she going through a dark hall in her house, she fell. Her grandson was sleeping in the hallway, and she tripped over him. I rushed to her aid and found nothing serious wrong. She exclaimed : ''oh ! Ive busted my gaul, and knocked a hunk off my liver ".I gagged my mouth with my hands to hold back the laughter till I left out of there.This was in the 1930 s. Shelby ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

I lived with my aunt and uncle, Dell & Vosta (Baisden) Miller on Six mile. She made her patterns from paper by looking at the pictures. I wore the dresses to school. When they bought feed Aunt Vosta would go along and pick out the sacks she wanted. Maybe had some at home that she wanted to match. I may be the oldest lady on this BB, I was 76 in Sept. I can remember when we got electricity. At first all we had was electric lights. That was big adventure. I can remember that Henley Miller's family got an electric iron first. One would be waiting to take over as soon as the ironer was tired. They weren't sure how much it would cost to run the iron, so the ironing was done as quickly as possible. When I left WV we still didn't have a refrigerator, Often when I throw food away, I wonder how we kept the food as long as we did. I know I throw away things we have used back then. Clara [email protected] wrote: My grandmother Clark (I was told) ordered one dress from Sears catalog, gently took it apart at the seams, made her a paper pattern and made her dresses from it. Of course she sewed the new one back together. This had to be over 70 years ago. Judi -

Thanks Bonnie, You have given me an opening for discussion of one of my pet peeves. That is, I am concerned that we spend hours upon boring hours gathering or recopying the same, oft times unreliable, data that are already available from a variety of sources, and will probably be around forever, but ignore the area where we could make the best contribution to our family and community histories. I refer to the recording of our own personal life stories and life in our times as we perceive it. That's the history that will be lost forever if we don't record it. So, instead of Part 2 of my watermelon story, I will mount my soapbox. The watermelons will have to wait a day or so. How can we of our respective generations best preserve our heritage? How many of us have received requests from our children, grandchildren or perhaps great grandchildren, asking us to tell them about the old days. I can assure you that when my grandaughters said , "Papa, tell us about the olden times," they didn't have in mind the usual stuff we dig out of courthouse records and library stacks or pilfer from the internet without recognizing or caring about the source of the information. They want family history from my perspective, not a lot of statistics. Also, how many have heard a statement similar to the following: " I do the genealogy thing because when I'm gone our family history may be lost forever?" How often we delude ourselves as the type of information that we crave is in the records and will be for years to come. Although I love and have made a career involving detailed research, I can't think of anything more boring and less fulfilling than amassing huge files of statistics of questionable accuracy simply for statistic's sake. Don't take me wrong; to each his own. There is a measure of satisfaction in knowing ones roots, and, I guess, building the world's biggest data base, but my point is that we have a much more important contribution in seeing that life as we lived it remains a part of the local history. My apparent cavalier statements made earlier not withstanding, thats why I feel that the stories related by Shelby Burgess, my good friend Darrell Miller, and a few others about life in West Virginia in our own times, whenever that may have been, are priceless. Life on Coon Branch, where I grew up, was different from life on Berarhole, was different from life in Sabine, Gilbert or Logan. Life in the towns was different from life on the farm, was different from life in the coal camps. And, life of a farmer was different from the life of a miner was different from the life of a logger. There are many unique stories out there yet to be told. And, if they are not told by those who lived them, they indeed will be lost forever. And don't forget that today's current events are tomorrow's history. If you are really serious about your hobby, take lots of photos and keep a journal. And finally, its your story and mostly for your kin and friends. Tell it like you want to. And you don't have to post it on the Internet. Ladies seem more reluctant to tell their stories than men. I already know from some of your letters that, like my wife, your mothers and grandmothers were expert seamstresses, and that most every household had a Singer or Elgin tredle sewing machine. Many of you can remember wearing homemade "outing" nightgowns and "bloomers" and feed- sack dresses. My wife tells how she and her sisters spent hours thumbing through Sears catalogs selecting dresses that their mother (who, like most ladies of that era, was also an expert at turning a picture into a pattern) would make from feed sacks for them to wear to school. That's not all of the story. How many other ways did families "make do" with what was available to them and manage to survive? And what of the innumerable sacrifices parents made just to see that their children could go to school? Now that I have got you to thinking, what about it ladies? Thanks, STAN > Stan, > I have been rather quiet for awhile (recuperating from total knee > replacement) I just have to tell you how much I enjoy your stories. > During the winter > my 83 year young Aunt lives with me and anytime I can I get her to > talk about > the old days. I plan to get a tape recorder and tape them as she > tells them. > One day my children may be interested in the way I grew up, plan to > tape that > as well. > Bonnie > >

Thanks Bonnie, You have given me an opening for discussion of one of my pet peeves. That is, I am concerned that we spend hours upon boring hours gathering or recopying the same, oft times unreliable, data that are already available from a variety of sources, and will probably be around forever, but ignore the area where we could make the best contribution to our family and community histories. I refer to the recording of our own personal life stories and life in our times as we perceive it. That's the history that will be lost forever if we don't record it. So, instead of Part 2 of my watermelon story, I will mount my soapbox. The watermelons will have to wait a day or so. How can we of our respective generations best preserve our heritage? How many of us have received requests from our children, grandchildren or perhaps great grandchildren, asking us to tell them about the old days. I can assure you that when my grandaughters said , "Papa, tell us about the olden times," they didn't have in mind the usual stuff we dig out of courthouse records and library stacks or pilfer from the internet without recognizing or caring about the source of the information. They want family history from my perspective, not a lot of statistics. Also, how many have heard a statement similar to the following: " I do the genealogy thing because when I'm gone our family history may be lost forever?" How often we delude ourselves as the type of information that we crave is in the records and will be for years to come. Although I love and have made a career involving detailed research, I can't think of anything more boring and less fulfilling than amassing huge files of statistics of questionable accuracy simply for statistic's sake. Don't take me wrong; to each his own. There is a measure of satisfaction in knowing ones roots, and, I guess, building the world's biggest data base, but my point is that we have a much more important contribution in seeing that life as we lived it remains a part of the local history. My apparent cavalier statements made earlier not withstanding, thats why I feel that the stories related by Shelby Burgess, my good friend Darrell Miller, and a few others about life in West Virginia in our own times, whenever that may have been, are priceless. Life on Coon Branch, where I grew up, was different from life on Berarhole, was different from life in Sabine, Gilbert or Logan. Life in the towns was different from life on the farm, was different from life in the coal camps. And, life of a farmer was different from the life of a miner was different from the life of a logger. There are many unique stories out there yet to be told. And, if they are not told by those who lived them, they indeed will be lost forever. And don't forget that today's current events are tomorrow's history. If you are really serious about your hobby, take lots of photos and keep a journal. And finally, its your story and mostly for your kin and friends. Tell it like you want to. And you don't have to post it on the Internet. Ladies seem more reluctant to tell their stories than men. I already know from some of your letters that, like my wife, your mothers and grandmothers were expert seamstresses, and that most every household had a Singer or Elgin tredle sewing machine. Many of you can remember wearing homemade "outing" nightgowns and "bloomers" and feed- sack dresses. My wife tells how she and her sisters spent hours thumbing through Sears catalogs selecting dresses that their mother (who, like most ladies of that era, was also an expert at turning a picture into a pattern) would make from feed sacks for them to wear to school. That's not all of the story. How many other ways did families "make do" with what was available to them and manage to survive? And what of the innumerable sacrifices parents made just to see that their children could go to school? Now that I have got you to thinking, what about it ladies? Thanks, STAN > Stan, > I have been rather quiet for awhile (recuperating from total knee > replacement) I just have to tell you how much I enjoy your stories. > During the winter > my 83 year young Aunt lives with me and anytime I can I get her to > talk about > the old days. I plan to get a tape recorder and tape them as she > tells them. > One day my children may be interested in the way I grew up, plan to > tape that > as well. > Bonnie > > > > ************************************** See what's new at http:// > www.aol.com > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to WVLOGAN- > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message

Stan, I have been rather quiet for awhile (recuperating from total knee replacement) I just have to tell you how much I enjoy your stories. During the winter my 83 year young Aunt lives with me and anytime I can I get her to talk about the old days. I plan to get a tape recorder and tape them as she tells them. One day my children may be interested in the way I grew up, plan to tape that as well. Bonnie ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com