Above are three sides of the schoolhouse, before the move. Notice the six windows on one side and the boarded up windows on the other side. Clifford Wine explains this below. Toward the bottom of this entry is a picture of the school building today.
~ The teachers and students of Pine Run School are in the entry Teachers & Students at Pine Run
~ The Rev Doctor Homer Heater's website which tells of his early years in a similar school neighboring the Oil Creek community at homerheater.com.
by David Parmer
For nearly fifty years, the children of Pine Run and Indian Fork sat in their one room school house, barefooted in warm weather, "dressed in calico and patches on each knee," eager to learn from the dedicated teachers of the their little school and secure in their own neighborhood. Today that building sits in a park 14 miles away by the way Uncle Zeke’s buzzards fly, 30 miles by truck. Re-erected, repainted, refitted, and lined with school desks, the Pine Run School never looked better and sits as if ready to receive students for a new school year.
Pine Run is located about four miles northwest of downtown Orlando by Uncle Zeke’s buzzards. It is not in the Oil Creek watershed, which ends at Tully Ridge. It flows into the Little Kanawha via Indian Fork, then Sand Fork. Still, it has the address of Route 1, Orlando. Today this area seems closer to Weston and Burnsville, and it is hard to think of this area as part of Orlando. But when the trains still stopped in Orlando and the road to Weston still hugged the hills, winding up and down and around them, distances and the very shape of the land were different.
So it was that the Pine Run School was loaded onto low boy trailers and moved to Cedar Creek by truck. Mr. Carr moved the building up the Indian Fork Road, then up Goosepen Road to Interstate 79, where he then headed south on the interstate to Burnsville. Getting off the interstate at Burnsville, Mr. Carr moved the Pine Run School through Gem, Copen and Cedarville to Cedar Creek State Park. Aside from a couple tight fitting bridges, and a couple of low hanging telephone lines at Copen and Cedarville, the move went slowly but smoothly for nine hours.
I was assisted in the movement of the school by Danny Self of Dusk Camp, and his helper Eric; by my father in law, Foster Batten who acted as a flagger and Dice Steele who also acted as a flagger.
The old Pine Run School building would be an excellent field trip for school children in central West Virginia so that they could get a taste of what schools used to be in the days gone by.
If I Could Talk
By Wilda (Mohr) Jenkins
My door was closed in Nineteen Hundred Fifty-Six,
And I was loaded with hay and sticks.
For thirty years I stood idle as could be,
Then one day a lady came looking for me
And my owner replied "just leave it be."
I thought, "this sounds rather absurd."
I think some felt it was only a joke.
"What do they want with me? Now that I’m old?"
They removed my roof which was made of slate
And I’m wondering…"What is going to be my fate?"
I guess they thought I was going to fall.
The helicopters from the National Guard
Flew over my roof and landed in my yard.
They were planning …to make me fly.
This didn’t work and winter was coming on
And still they were singin’ the same ole’ song.
My roof was all covered with plastic and tarps.
They said…"We’ll move you as you are."
Then came the day and this fine…Mr. Carr,
I thought it was the end of me…I do declare.
Sawed me in the middle with a big chain saw.
And wished that I was still full of grain.
I wondered about the bridges…perhaps we’d get stuck.
They protected me…they knew the right lick.
The other half of me behind…still in tow.
And how we ever made it…I’ll never tell.
Cedar Creek Park finally drew near.
I heard some say "What’s this pile of junk doing here?"
I was left there for a week or two
I was wondering "Now what are they going to do?"
New roof and all…to protect from the weather.
My windows were done and they added new glass,
Finally I could stand here and do it with class.
So they scraped and sanded and washed me and all.
The came my new coat of snowy white paint
These people worked hard I thought they would faint.
And had I been human…I know I would shout.
New wires for my old fashioned oil lights;
Finally I’m becoming a beautiful sight.
I’m pretty well complete, I have everything.
Flue stones and a new chimney for smoke,
These people mean business and that’s no joke;
It is hanging on my porch…it is here to stay.
I was a lost part of history…one of a kind.
My whole being was given a new face.
With an old tin cup, "please help yourself."
To be complete and old fashioned is my goal.
New floor, new ceiling…just like I had,
I don’t know why…I was ever so sad.
I never thought I would be as good as new
I want to be truthful as here I stand
I never dreamed I would ever look so grand.
I don’t have the words at my command
I’m glad to be here in the park…I want the world to know.
I know I’m old fashioned…simple as can be,
My students dressed in calico and patches on each knee.
I think I’m rather pretty….with stories to be told.
I would like to tell your children…how you used to live.
I thank you for your kindness and loyalty shown me
For placing me here for everyone to see.
I hope that eager minds will come to me to inquire.
The Pine Run School was also featured in an article in the May 1992 issue of Wonderful West Virginia magazine. According to the author, Maureen Crockett, the Pine Run School was built in 1910. The article mentions that a Committee for Cedar Creek State Park had been appointed to locate a one room school house to be re-located at the park and that the Committee, after some arduous bargaining, finally convinced Fonda Pumphrey to surrender ownership of the Pine Run school building for the park project.
The Ben’s Run School (pictured to the right, was the last one room school in Lewis County.
comment 3 by Donna Gloff