When my mother( Norma Hager Burgess) died after a long painful battle w/ cancer several years ago she wanted to be buried in Blair at White Oak with her mother. She had fought the last ten years of her life against mountaintop removal in Blair and spent meager family resources to do so. This was my mother. If she believed in something she committed to it. We had discussed the peril of White Oak due to MTR and many Blair citizens were being buried elsewhere to avoid possible unearthing and moving in the near future. My mother claimed her right to be in that cemetary.She was fully aware of the situation and chose to be buried there, regardless. Some of the residents in the 1/2 blown away town remarked about having a funeral there. You see it isn't as frequent as it used to be that people have their funerals there because of the uncertainty the town lives in due to MTR expansion, and the cemeteries are in danger. Preacher Nelson, a family friend and a Baptist preacher, conducted her service in the Methodist church next to where her mother had lived( there isn't really that much difference between the Baptists and the Methodists in our little town). Although much of the town was gone, some people came from wherever they had moved, our old neighbors, cousins, etc. Hassel Browning was there, bless his heart.We sang old hymns and then we solemnly began our winding procession through Blair to our family cemetery, White Oak. I will never forget that funeral and that slow procession through Blair. Everything was right about it,and in spite of what has been done to Blair my mom was laid to rest on that beautiful mountainside next to her mother, finally getting to leave this dirty old city and go home again, to our beautiful Blair. Gail