Thursday, July 24, 2008

Dad Kept His Promise to Mom

by Barbara (Riffle) Haddix

My grandparents were Eli and Esta (Blake) Riffle. My father, John Rodney Riffle, was raised on Clover Fork. My mother was from the Flemington-Simpson area, east of Clarksburg. My brothers and sisters and I moved to Clover Fork with dad after mom died in 1955. I was 6 years old at that time. There was 5 of us kids. Dad had promised Mom that he would keep us kids together before she died, and he kept his promise, though I sometimes wonder how a single man did this.


Three Homes On Clover Fork
We lived on Clover Fork on the Braxton County side (across the creek from Lewis County). My earliest memory of Clover Fork was living across the railroad track up by the one room school. We had to carry water from a nearby spring. We had a neighbor from on up the dirt road who went to town, Orlando, in a wagon drawn by horses. His last name was Ables. had a son and daughter, named Henry and Lucy.

right: another of Barbara's neighbors, Hayward Skinner's father Gideon Skinner, with his mule and buggy in downtown Orlando in the 1950s.

I also remember one day we saw a fox coming down the hill towards us and It was foaming at the mouth and dad told us to get into the house because the fox was rabid. That was the first time that I had ever heard of rabies.

We didn't have a TV set. We would go to Hayward Skinner’s house and watch the Twilight Zone. It would be dark when we walked home and I would be scared to death at every noise that I heard.

Note: John Rodney Riffle and Hayward Skinner were 3rd cousins.

I don't remember when, but we moved up the road that Aunt Phebe & Uncle Short lived on Red Lick, I think, was the name of that road.
Note: George Lester "Short" Riffle and John Rodney Riffle were first cousins. See comment 1 for more about Short and Phebe (Posey) Riffle.
Left: Map of the Oil Creek Watershed shows the creeks Barbara mentions: Clover Fork, Red Lick and Posey Run. Click on the photo to enlarge it.

Later we moved down towards Orlando, still on Clover Fork. We lived close to Grandma Riffle and Uncle Bill’s house. Our house only had 2 rooms and dad built 2 more rooms onto it. It did not have running water or electric. We had a well out in the yard that we got our water from. Dad tried to run an electric line from grandma's house but we had dim lights. I can remember doing my homework by lantern light. Dad was a great vegetable gardener. We always had nice big gardens. We canned our veggies outside in a large tub with a fire under it In the summer we worked in the garden.

Sorghum Molasses
We had to blade cane stocks -take the blades off of cane stocks. I hated doing that because I always got stung by worms. Dad and his brother Bill would make molasses syrup. A mule would pull something around in circles, and we had to feed the cane stocks into the machine and juice from the cane stocks would come out. They would boil that down and after a long time they had molasses. They sold a lot of the syrup.

left: pressing sorghum cane. The setup in this photo, taken at the Museum of Appalchia in Kentucky, looks very much like John and Bill Riffle's.


Church & School
We children attended a Methodist church located beside of the one room school. A neighbor, Hattie Alkire, would come walking up the railroad tracks and holler at us across the creek and say, "Is anyone going to Sunday School over there?" we walk ed up the railroad tracks to go to church. Not too many people attended the church.

Right: Hattie Alkire, many years before the author knew her.

I attended grade school in a one room school on Clover Fork. I remember Mrs. Moneypenny, the school teacher at Clover Fork. My sister Mary also remembers her. Everyone liked her. She would take kids home to stay all night with her if they did good on the weekly spelling tests. We attended middle school and high school at Burnsville . We rode the bus to Brown’s store every evening (at Orlando.) I graduated from Weston, Lewis Co. High. in 1967.


Posey Run
We lived in a house at the start of Posey Run for a short time. I remember dad spending time at Fred Riffle’s. I remember also living in another house on up Posey Run. We would walk out of Posey Run with the Godfrey kids to catch the school bus to go to Burnsville School.

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Comments
comment 1
George "Short" Riffle and Phoebe Posey were married in 1942. While Short was serving in World War II, Phoebe came to Orlando and picked up her mail. Among the mail Phebe received that day was a letter from her new husband. Phebe started reading the letter as she walked up the railroad tracks to her home on Clover Fork. Engrossed in the letter she was reading, Phebe did not hear the train coming behind her. The train struck Phebe. It took her arm and nearly killed her.



comment 2
John Rodney was wholly a child of pioneer stock and of the Oil Creek watershed. Both his parents' heritages go back exclusively through Central West Virginia pioneer lines, as many as five and six generations, and also through the pioneers of the Oil Creek watershed, three to five generations.

John Rodney's dad Eli was decended through the Tygart Valley pioneer Riffles; his grandfathers were Isaac Riffle son of Jacob and Dorothy (Wash) Riffle and Isaac's nephew Jefferson Conrad Riffle.
The parents of John Rodney's mom Esta were William Luther and Rebecca (Posey) Blake. Her forebears were Andrew and Margaret (Williams) Blake, Edward and Catherine (Scott) Posey and also the Riffle family through Isaac and Elizabeth (Wash) Riffle.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Let's Play Ball!

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There was a time when the Oil Creek valley was rife with skillful baseball players who played the game to win. Uncle Zeke reported the scores of games played by the Orlando nine. During the 1930’s, Orlando's fine baseball teams prevailed by double digit scores over teams from larger towns such as Burnsville, Gassaway, and towns in between.

As long as the trains were running with reasonable fares, travel by teams from out of the area to Orlando to play ball was fairly easy and convenient. In 1941, when the trains ceased stopping at Orlando and the roads around Orlando were in too poor condition to be relied upon, baseball moved elsewhere. Orlando's young men continued to play at Falls Mills, Burnsville, Hyre's Run.

by David Parmer

The heat of the day was over. Chores were done or forgotten. Plenty of daylight was left as a gaggle of boys took the field and began tossing a ball back and forth while another boy hit grounders to infielders who snapped up the horsehide ball and threw with precision to the first baseman across the diamond. A few people began assembling along the baselines from home base to first base and to third base and watched intently as a son, a nephew, or a brother demonstrated his skill with the baseball. The players in the field were keenly aware that they were being watched, hopefully by a favorite girl friend or a want-to-be girlfriend. Cigarettes and chews of tobacco filled the lips or jaws of many of the onlookers and some of the ball players. Women sat on the porch of the house in left field, shaded from the afternoon sun, mildly interested in the goings-on in the newly mowed hayfield. From atop the hill, above the railroad tracks, some small children stood on the bluff observing the movements of the young boys on the field below. The crack of the bat as the ball was struck reverberated in the narrow valley and punctuated the air around the children watching the preliminary practice before the game was to start. Earlier that day, the lithe young boys now demonstrating their skills with the ball had been milking cows, putting up haystacks, or hoeing corn. While the former activities were hard work, the present game was fun. It was an evening to enjoy. A tall lanky older man in dark trousers and a long sleeved white shirt moved quietly behind home base in the orderly confusion and in a loud baritone and easily heard voice yelled, “Let’ play ball.”

Baseball Was the Rage
In the 1920’s, Babe Ruth became a household legend as he took his awkward stroll around the bases after a prodigious home run. Lou Gehrig, Ty Cobb, Walter Johnson, Tris Speaker, Christy Mathewson, Rogers Hornsby, the Waner brothers, Hank Greenberg, Mickey Cochran and Grover Cleveland Alexander - all became names which easily slipped off the lips of young men and boys who aspired to follow in their footsteps on the diamond, perhaps in the major leagues.

In the early 1900’s, cigarette companies promoted the sales of cigarettes by including baseball cards in the packages of cigarettes. These promotional items were sold in every country store in the country, including the Orlando general stores. Many Orlando boys took seriously the collecting of baseball cards, and of course, picked up the tobacco habit along with the prized baseball cards.

Orlando youth also took the game of baseball seriously and the Oil Creek valley seemed rife with skillful baseball players who played the game to win. Uncle Zeke gave some attention to the exploits of the Orlando boys in his Buzzardtown news columns. In his August 22, 1935 column of the Buzzardtown News, Uncle Zeke commented on the Orlando baseball nine:
'The Orlando “Wonders” baseball team motored to Cogar Sunday afternoon where they met the Cogar Giants on their baseball diamond. The game was well played with the Orlando “Wonders” winning 33-0. Some game, eh? John Ratliff, manager of the Cogar Giants, still says he has the best team in Braxton County. Any one wishing a game with the “Wonders,” write to Virgil Riffle, manager, Orlando.'
[Virgil Riffle, manager of the Orlando team, was the son of Ebert Riffle and Tina (Scarff) Riffle. He married Edna Posey, daughter of Lloyd Posey and Mary Clark Posey.]
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Even though the straight-laced Uncle Zeke seemed somewhat dubious about ball-playing on the Sabbath, it is clear that the sport of ball-playing kept boys out of serious trouble and perhaps therefore had some redeeming qualities. Uncle Zeke dutifully reported the scores of games played by the Orlando nine. Touting a game played on a Sunday was easier for him during the 1930’s, especially since Orlando had such fine baseball teams and prevailed by double digit scores over teams from larger towns such as Burnsville, Gassaway, and other towns in between.
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Playing Fields
As an unincorporated town, Orlando had no municipally supported baseball fields. Instead, local farmers or landowners opened up their fields, usually after the first cutting of grass. In the days when most Orlando residents were still farming the land for a living, it was a substantial sacrifice to dedicate good farmable flat land for the purpose of recreation rather than the production of food. Dale Barnett reports that one playing field used by Orlando youth to play hardball was on the “Kelly” farm, one of the first farms on Clover Fork, just above Orlando. Uncle Zeke mentioned in his brief acknowledgement of the Sunday games that a field was frequently used located on Road Run, west of Orlando. Dale Barnett fixed the location of this field as between the farms of Linzy Strader and Mary McNemar. Ivy (Strader) Gibson recalls the field to have been on the land of her father, Linzy Strader. Cecil Mick recalls his father, Beauford Mick, talking about a baseball field at Kemper, just north of Orlando at the mouth of Bennett Hollow. A field beside St. Michael’s Catholic Church also served well into the 1960’s as a playing field for baseball and softball.

As long as the trains were running with reasonable fares, travel by teams from out of the area to Orlando to play ball on the local fields was fairly easy and convenient. However, the trains ceased stopping at Orlando in 1941 and the generally poor condition of the roads caused baseball to move elsewhere. .

Falls Mill
What person in central West Virginia during the mid twentieth century did not know of the allure of Falls Mill for the sport of ball playing and swimming? This small town on the Little Kanawha River had long been a recreational mecca, and on weekends in the 1930s, with the completion of the paving of U. S. Route 19 and the availability of the cheap automobile, it became a haven for the young men of baseball clubs to play their games, while their families swam in the Little Kanawha and explored the falls. Many Orlando residents became quite familiar with the Falls Mill baseball diamond. According to “Chick” Mick, the Falls Mill recreation area was owned by Mr. Marsh of Weston, a Pure Oil distributor. The baseball field included bleachers which cost ten and twenty five cents for a seat. The swimming area included dressing rooms for men and women. Mr. Marsh also owned the service station and beer tavern located on Route 19 adjacent to the ball field and sponsored the Falls Mill team which was a member of the Central West Virginia Baseball League which played at Falls Mill into the mid 1950’s. The Falls Mill baseball team was comprised of players from throughout the area, including boys from Orlando.

Above rt: baseball players at Falls Mill ca. 1936. Individuals are unidentified.

Above, left: An example of the inviting water of the Little Kanawha at Falls Mill. Photo from the early 1960s.

To the left and below right are two photos of the Falls Mill Baseball Team from the 1930s.

Left: Back Row: Mr. Marsh, Unknown, Claud Mick, Jack Graff. Middle Row: Si McQuain, Big John Blake, Unknown, Unknown. Front Row: Sam Stalnaker, John Graff, Ike Garrett, Bill Garrett.

Right: Claude Mick is in the back row on the left. John Graff is front left and Jake Graff is the third from the left in the back row.

John and Jake Claud Mick was Orlando born and raised, Jack and John Graff lived on Orlando's Rt 1, the rural route in the Flesher Run area. .
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Claude Mick
Claude Mick, the Orlando postmaster, was an inveterate baseball player. A skillful fielding first baseman and pitcher, Claude donned the uniform of Falls Mill baseball team during the mid 1930’s. According to his son Chick Claude played the hardball game until he was around thirty-nine years of age, at which time he gave it up. Chick reports, however, that his father briefly played one last game when he was in his early fifties but realized that he was well past his prime and hung up his spikes for good.
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Geral “Popeye” Puffenbarker
A familiar sight in Burnsville around noon on a summer Saturday or Sunday was Geral “Popeye” Puffenbarker driving a cattle truck with high railings loaded with Orlando boys on their way to play baseball at Falls Mill. “Popeye” always made an obligatory stop in Burnsville to enlist the local boys to fill out the rest of the Orlando team or to find enough players to complete the roster of the opposing team in case it was short of players. A left-handed pitcher, “Popeye” frequently had control problems with his pitches, which made batters somewhat nervous to dig in at the plate. Perhaps his habit of throwing his first pitch as hard as he could and as wildly as he could, was merely a message to the hitter to not become comfortable at the plate, to decrease the batter’s confidence and increase his fear of being hit by a hard-pitched ball.

John Allman, grandson of Gaver Allman, the long-time Orlando telegrapher and depot agent, who played on the Orlando team in the early 1950’s, recalls vividly “Popeye’s” attributes as a pitcher as well as his volatility. John recalls one game when a teammate committed an error at a crucial moment which upset “Popeye” to the extent that he walked off the field in disgust. An aging Claud Mick had to complete pitching the inning. John reported that Claud’s arm was sore for two weeks following the relief pitching stint.

Doris (Riffle) Snyder recalls that “Popeye” was notorious for losing his grip on the baseball bat during his vicious swings at the ball. Doris was sitting under a tree near home plate, watching a game in the late 1940’s at Orlando, with “Popeye” at the plate. “Popeye” took his usual trademark swing at a ball and lost his grip on the bat, which went flying, striking the tree just above Doris’ head. Doris remembers that the bat skinned the bark off the tree behind her.

Left: Doris Riffle.

John Gibson IV recalls that his father told him that “Popeye” drew the attention of a major league scout. With the scout present at a Saturday game, “Popeye” pitched an excellent game and a contract signing was nigh. Ill-advisedly, “Popeye” also decided to pitch on the following day. Again with the scout present, “Popeye’s” arm could not stand the strain and that day he suffered an arm injury which short-circuited “Popeye’s” dream of pitching in the big leagues.

The ruddy complexioned “Popeye” was a real lover of the game of baseball and is first mentioned of all Orlando area players by those interviewed by this writer for this story. “Popeye,” a resident of Three Lick died in 1993 at the age of 62.
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Johnny “Kiner”Allman
Ralph Kiner was a Pittsburgh legend in the late 1940’s and early 1950’s. A slugging home run king, Kiner delighted Pittsburgh fans with his long home runs to left field at Forbes Field. John Allman, grandson of Orlando’s well-known Gaver and Misha (Mills) Allman, grew up in his early years in Orlando and lived with his grandparents but moved to Pittsburgh with his mother and stepfather in the mid 1940’s. John looked forward to visiting his grandparents in the summers and delighted in playing baseball. His Pittsburgh connection led locals, especially the girls, to refer to him as “Kiner.” The first two sports fans of the female gender interviewed by this writer for this story both referred to John as “Kiner,” a nickname long-remembered. John was a catcher for teams of an Orlando flavor, whether they were playing as a strictly Orlando team or as a Falls Mill team.

John recalls that his grandfather loved to watch him play. When the teams played in the field beside the Catholic Church, Gaver watched the game from his car on top of the hill overlooking the ball field and didn’t visit the field itself. John recalls on one occasion when he was playing a game at Falls Mill, his grandfather was watching the game along the third base line. During the game, John hit a “Kiner-like” home run to center field which landed on the swimming raft anchored in the middle of the Little Kanawha River. As the ball left the park and his grandson rounded the bases, Gaver, as the result of a congratulatory pat on the back from another fan, swallowed a sizable portion of the chewing tobacco which he usually kept in his jaw.
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Fred Riffle
A traveler through the Posey Run area in the mid 1950’s usually saw him sitting on the front porch of his small house which hugged the Orlando Road, watching traffic go by. In his middle age and later years, you would never have suspected that in his youth he was an outstanding ballplayer. The son of R. M. “Boss” and Idena (Skinner) Riffle, Fred Riffle was born in 1908. As Fred came of age, Babe Ruth, the ‘Sultan of Swat,’ was swinging for the fences and becoming a childhood hero to American youth. The 1920’s were a glory age for baseball, and Fred became actively engaged in the game. A number of people from Orlando interviewed for this story mentioned the name of Fred Riffle as a person of interest in the lore of baseball in Orlando. A left-handed pitcher, Fred supposedly had a fantastic curve ball which, according to Bill Beckner, was wicked enough that major league scouts became interested in the Orlando boy. Fred, reportedly, referred to his curve ball as the “old hog snoot” and later in life when he was a mere observer rather than a participant in the game, Fred would urge the Orlando pitcher to throw the batter the “old hog snoot.” In his pitching days, “Chick” Mick recalls that Fred’s nickname on the ball diamond was “Chevalay,” presumably because in his youth he owned an automobile of that pronunciation.
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Lambert Beckner
Bill Beckner also recalls from family tradition that his father Lambert Beckner was a notable catcher for Orlando teams during the early and mid 1930’s. Red Beckner, Lambert’s father, and Bill’s grandfather, however, had strong convictions about the playing of ball on Sundays, as did Uncle Zeke, Red’s fellow United Brethren congregant. Bill recalls that his grandfather would not permit Bill and his brother Neil to play ball on Sundays, although it was acceptable for them to act as umpires. Bill seemed to grasp the distinction his grandfather made in ruling out the one, but ruling in the other.
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Charlie Mick
In the middle of the 20th century, the name of Charlie Mick was often mentioned as a sportsman of the diamond. Although Charlie’s expertise was more connected with the game of fast-pitch softball, he nonetheless deserves mention as a notable figure in the game. Charlie’s brother, Cecil Mick, himself an excellent hurler in fast-pitch softball, was tutored in the game by his older brother. Cecil remembers that although he mastered the inside and outside curve balls which rose as they sped toward the plate, he could never duplicate his older brother’s effective “drop” pitch. Cecil recalled that his older brother’s pitching career was cut short when he suffered a serious knee injury during a collision in the quest for a pop-up during a game at Weston State Hospital. After the injury, Charlie served more as a manager rather than a player. Cecil also had his pitching cut short by a disabling case of bursitis which affected his pitching arm. Cecil remembers a Weston State Hospital team comprised of several Orlando boys which in 1963 finished in second place in a state softball tournament at Anmoore. In this game, Cecil recalls that he hit a grand slam home run, but his team came up one run short of being the tournament
winner.
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Leonard "Lindy" Keith
Another Oil Creek ball player from the Peterson area, mentioned both by Cecil Mick and John Allman as a dandy baseball player, was Leonard Keith, son-in-law of John Wooddell and Daisy (Bennett) Wooddell of Clover Fork. According to Allman, Keith was an excellent pitcher. Leonard’s son, Larry, tells of his father participating in a fast-pitch softball league in Aiken, South Carolina and that he used to catch practice pitches for his father. Despite the extra padding his father put in the catcher’s mitt, Larry can still feel the burn of the pitches to this day.

Left: Lindy Keith is to the right. Ross Gay, Blaine's brother, is on the left and Mary Stutler (daughter of Oras and Edith (Skinner) Stutler) is in the center.
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Blaine Gay
Orlando store owner Charlie Knight’s grandson, Blaine Gay, was an outstanding left-handed pitcher with a blazing fastball and baffling curve, according to John Allman. Although Blaine pitched for Orlando teams, he is most remembered as pitching for the Gilmer/Hyre’s Run team sponsored by R. A. Darnall, a businessman of Gilmer Station. This highly successful team was a member of the Central West Virginia Baseball League and played their home ball games at the baseball diamond at Hyre’s Run. The Gilmer/Hyre’s Run team’s manager, Virgil Knight, was a long-time postmaster in Burnsville and was also managed by Harry Love. Blaine’s daughter Betty Daffron remembers when she was seven or eight years of age going to Sutton and Falls Mill to watch her dad play ball. When her dad went to Ohio for employment, he continued to play baseball in a semi-pro league in the Akron, Ohio area. During the war years, Blaine had received a deferment from the military draft because he had employment as a railroad engineer for Republic Steel which was deemed essential for the war effort. As a result of his outstanding play in the semi-pro league while he was employed by Republic Steel, he was offered a contract by the Chicago Cubs. However, because of his employment deferment from the military draft, Blaine was unable to accept the offer of Cubs.
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Blaine’s son John Gray recalls that his father established strike out records while playing for the semi-pro Akron team which probably was the basis for the Cubs’ contract offer.

Blaine ’s sister-in-law, Wanda Gay of Roanoke, recalls that a photograph of Blaine in baseball uniform hung in the living room of Blaine’s Ohio home. Wanda also recalls having seen a certificate in Blaine’s possession concerning his baseball tenure. A nephew of Blaine Gay, Bill Freeman, was also an excellent ball player, as was Blaine’s brother-in-law, Vaden Grove, according to Cecil Mick.

above left: Dad Blaine with Betty and John.

right: without Blaine, the Gilmer/Hyre’s Run Baseball Team on Virgil Knight’s Farm at Hyre’s Run.
Back Row: Kenneth Sumpter, Junior Snyder, Junior Kuhl, Kit Carson, Coy Parson, Pudge Snyder.
Front Row: Wilmer Anderson, Herbert Young, Russell Losh, Ray Parsons, Junior Love, Buck Pritt.
Manager, kneeling: Harry Love.

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Arthur "Jeff" Riffle
Cecil Mick remembers that his father, Beauford Mick, often mentioned the name of Arthur Riffle of Riffle Run as an outstanding Orlando ball player. Arthur’s sister, Lovie Bush, recalls that her brother, who answered to the nickname of “Jeff,” would walk to Orlando from Riffle Run to play ball. Lovie remembers that her brother also played for the Falls Mill team with his neighbors, John and Jake Graff, who were also excellent ball players. Cecil’s father mentioned that Arthur frequently would play at the ball field located at Kemper. Cleve Conrad, another fine ball player according to Cecil Mick, would often accompany Arthur for the weekend games.
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The Grove Brothers
The American Baseball League had Lefty Grove, but Orlando had three Grove brothers, who, according to Cecil Mick, were outstanding ball players based on the stories told by Cecil’s father, Beauford Mick. Vaden, John and Dana Grove lived on Oil Creek about a mile and a half above the mouth of Three Lick near the present home of Garrett Ramsey. All three brothers were highly successful ball players on Orlando teams. The brothers were sons of George and Daisy Grove. George was a cousin of Hayward Grove, a long-time storekeeper, whose general store was located near the mouth of Bear Run and Red Lick. Vaden Grove married Cora Gay, daughter of John and Dessie Gay. Vaden is presently ninety-eight years of age and resides in Florida.
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Charlie Tulley
Dale Barnett remembers that Charlie Tulley, son of Sandy Tulley of Tulley Ridge, was an excellent baseball player in his day. Charlie was a bachelor for many years until his late in life marriage to Ernestine Hyre, and often had time for a little baseball. From all reports, he excelled in the sport.
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Ronald Riffle
Ronald Riffle was the son of Layton and Bertha (Mick) Riffle who lived just below the Orlando Cemetery. Ronnie was a friend and contemporary of the Gibson brothers and never missed an opportunity to play hardball. Ronnie was a slick fielding infielder for the Orlando teams of the late 1940’s and early 1950’s.

Jack Riffle
A son of Joe and Betty (Skinner) Riffle, Jack Riffle grew up in an athletic and sporting family. Dale Barnett remembers Jack as an excellent infielder and pitcher for various Orlando teams. Jack, along with Charlie Mick, was often an arranger of ball games between Orlando nines and Burnsville teams in the early 1960’s.

Warren McCauley
Warren McCauley grew up on McCauley Run, the son of William and Lucy (Hinkle) McCauley. Born in 1912, Warren experienced the early excitement of major league baseball as a young boy and was bitten by the baseball bug early in life. Gene Brown, Warren’s cousin, is eighty-four years old and lives on McCauley Run and was a neighbor of Warren as he grew up. Gene recalls that Warren played baseball at Falls Mill on early teams, but believes that Warren’s first love was fox-chasing, instead of baseball. Warren was killed in a work-related accident on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad in 1947.
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The head of Riffle Run is just over the hill from the lower reaches of Clover Fork. In the early part of the 20th century, Riffle Run residents came over the hill to shop at the Orlando stores. Many Riffle Run boys also came to Orlando to play baseball. One of premier sluggers who played ball in Orlando was French Conrad of Riffle Run who played on some of the earliest Orlando teams. French was born in 1885 and was in his early 30’s when he married Rachel Blake in 1917. By that time he had already earned a reputation of a slugger who could knock the ball out of the park. Dale Barnett remembers stories from his youth about the long home runs which were hit by French for the early Orlando teams. Surprisingly, French’s sole surviving child, Pauline Richardson, and his grandchildren were unaware of their grandfather’s participation in the game, but were aware that he loved to watch the game.
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Johnny & Bobby Gibson
John Gibson III and his younger brother Robert were just two years apart in age and both were athletically gifted. As they were growing up in Orlando, the sons of John Gibson Jr. and Lona Gay Gibson looked forward to the hot days of summer and games of baseball. The elder brother graduated from Burnsville High School in 1950 and the younger graduated in 1952. Inseparable as boys growing up in Orlando, with a love of baseball, after graduating from high school and going to Akron to work Johnny and Bobby looked forward to driving eight hours from their homes in Ohio back to Orlando on Friday evenings so they could play baseball on Saturday and Sunday at Falls Mill.
John Gibson IV recalls many stories that his dad told about the ball games during the hot days of summer. Bob Gibson, the story goes, was a very good pitcher and a very good hitter but ran with feet of lead. John on the other hand was a very fast runner. In a game at Falls Mill, Bob was on third base with his brother John at the bat. John hit a long fly ball. Perhaps it was inattentiveness by Bob or an abundance of caution about the long fly ball and the fear of being doubled up if the ball were caught, Bob crossed home plate with his brother only a step behind. John attributed the closeness of the runners to Bob’s “lead feet” while Bob attributed it to “prudent base running.”
left above: John III, Jimmy and Bob Gibson downtown Orlando.
left below: John Gibson III
right below: Bob Gibson.
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Madeline Brown, widow of Sol Brown, formerly of Flesher Run, recalls that her husband was a player-manager for the Falls Mill team. In the early 1950’s Falls Mill was playing a team from Weston which had a player who had been a former major-leaguer. The game coursed along with Weston up by one run 1-0. In the top of the last inning, Falls Mill tied up the game when Sol Brown drove in Sam Stalnaker from first base. In the bottom of the inning, a Weston batter got on base. The runner then went to third base on a hit despite a ground rule which only permitted the runner on first to go to second base. The runner on third base refused to retreat to second base. In the course of the discussion, or argument, and without a time-out having been called, Madeline recalls that Bobby Gibson, the Falls Mills third baseman, tagged the errant runner with the ball who was promptly called out by the umpire. Madeline remembers that the Weston team packed its bags and went back to Weston without finishing the game.

In another game at Falls Mill, Bobby Gibson was pitching against a team of All Stars and his brother John was catching. A batter, supposedly a player from West Virginia University, was crowding the plate and leaning over into the strike zone. John warned the batter to move off the plate but the warning was not only disregarded, but also the batter made a derogatory remark about the pitcher being a “hayseed.” Promptly, Bob plunked the batter in the ribs with a fast ball. Much to the batter’s chagrin, the pitch was called a strike by the umpire who noted that the batter was leaning into the strike zone. After a short rhubarb, the batter resumed the bat but stood much farther back in the batter’s box. Bob’s next two pitches skinned the outside corner of the plate and the batter was out on three pitches. The same batter also struck out his next two times at bat. So much for the all star and the hayseed!

John IV also recalls his father telling him about his uncle Bob hitting two balls across the Little Kanawha for home runs in a game, during which “Popeye” Puffenbarker also decked a ball into the woods on the other side of the river. These home runs conservatively would have traveled at least four hundred feet.

Later, Bob Gibson played semi-pro baseball in Akron along with Blaine Gay, another Orlando boy who was employed in Warren, Ohio. Although Blaine was a little older than Bob, he was still a very effective left handed pitcher. It was during his stint with the Akron semi-pro team that Bob was approached by a major league scout with the proposition of a contract as a pitcher. Bob however wanted to play third base rather than pitch. The scout insisted that his major league club was only interested in him as a pitcher. The indecision was resolved by Uncle Sam who sent a draft notice to Bob, and the choice was thereby settled.
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The Ninth Inning Wrap-Up
The crack of the bat on Saturdays and Sundays is not heard in Orlando anymore. Nor do the words, “Let’s play ball,” echo across the narrow Orlando valley. The Corps of Engineers has so screwed up the former beckoning baseball field at Falls Mill to the point that leaves will drop on what is left of the playing field, but no foul balls or pop-ups will fall there. The Falls Mill baseball field, once user friendly, now seems an alien place, unfit for recreation and unwelcoming to the few boys left with bat and ball in hand and a desire to play nine innings.

The olden days in Orlando were the glory years of baseball. We're fortunate to have the stories of “Popeye”, the Gibson boys, “Kiner” Allman, Blaine Gay and his brother-in-law Vaden Grove, Charlie and Cecil Mick, and all the other young men and boys who learned to play the game on Saturday and Sunday afternoons on the hayfields of the Oil Creek valley or the sand and red clay of Falls Mill. They are a part of history, and particularly a part of our history.

Note: The entry Fish Stories tells other stories of some of the Orlando boys mentioned in this entry.

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Comments
Comment 1 by David Parmer
In the Riffleton News reported in the Burnsville Kanawha Banner on June 21, 1911, it was noted that Charlie Moran incurred a broken jaw in a Saturday baseball game at Orlando and was taken to a Clarksburg hospital for treatment.
Writer’s Note: “Riffleton” was the name for the community in the area of Riffle’s Run which is just over the hill from Orlando. This community also was known as “Stop.”
Comment 2 Jim Kuhl
I grew up near Gilmer. Most of the local men used to belong to the Gilmer baseball team of that era. My father, Earl Kuhl, and his brothers Junior and Willard, all played for the Gilmer team. My uncles, the Snyder brothers, and the two Love brothers also played for the Gilmer team. Most of the games were played at Falls Mill so that all the families could swim and picnic each Sunday. Dad would haul all of us to the game in the back of his coal truck which I also used to drive to Burnsville to see the Saturday night movie.
My uncle Jack Snyder married Doris Riffle of Orlando. My uncle Jack and I used to hunt on the hill behind Doris ’ home.
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Note: Jim is a cousin to lots of Oil Creek folks: all the Coles in the Oil Creek area as his 2g grandfather was Conrad Kuhl, uncle of Henry Harrison Cole who settled on Threelick, the Godfreys, including Stone Soup contributor Pat Rechart, "Uncle Zeke's" wife Lorena Godfrey and the Buzzardtown Tonguetwisters Olive, Charles and James Henline, and even Dick Skinner. who owned the Orlando restaurant. -dwg
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comment 3 by John Allman
I remember when I was around eleven or twelve years old, attending a baseball game at Hyres Run during the 1940’s. The pitcher for the Hyres Run team was Blaine Gay from Orlando. Blaine had a tremendous fast ball and could really “bring it” to the plate.

I recall during the game that the other team had a runner on first base. The catcher for the Hyres Run team was Web Goodwin. Web was a very big man and was an outstanding catcher. As Blaine was in his delivery to the plate, Web noticed the base runner starting toward second base on an attempted steal. Web prematurely whipped off his catcher’s mask as Blaine ’s fast ball was coming toward the plate. The batter swung at the pitch and ticked the ball, changing the course of the ball from Web’s mitt to Web’s forehead. The ball struck with a dreadful sound. Web was knocked unconscious and had blood running from his eyes and ears. Web suffered a concussion but recovered from the rendezvous with Blaine ’s fastball.

After World War II, I spoke with Blaine who I knew had earlier been offered a major league contract with one of the Chicago teams. He advised me that because his employment at that time was vital to the war effort he could not accept the major league contract. After the war, Blaine was advised by major league scouts that he was then too old to begin a baseball career. .
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comment 4 by Leonard Keith
My father, Leonard “Lindy” Keith, was an avid baseball player in his youth in Orlando. As a young man before World War II, he played for local teams, and, as did many young men from Orlando, donned the uniform of the Falls Mills team. After service in World War II, my father, who worked as an assistant station master for the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad in Burnsville, continued playing baseball for the Falls Mill team from around 1946 until 1949.

When I was around eight years old in 1949, my father pitched his last baseball game for the Falls Mill team. During this game, at which I was present, my father suffered an arm injury which ended his pitching days. After this game he was no longer able to throw a baseball overhand.

My family moved to South Carolina in 1950. Although unable to throw overhand, my father took up fast pitch softball and was a very successful pitcher in fast pitch softball leagues in South Carolina. I would frequently serve as catcher for my father during his pitching practice but he threw so hard it was difficult for me to serve as an efficient battery mate.
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comment 5 by David Parmer
Bert Hamric, a native of Sand Fork and former resident of Burnsville, was a major leaguer and played as an outfielder for the 1955 Brooklyn Dodgers and the 1958 Baltimore Orioles. He began his minor league career in 1949 and played for various farm teams of the Brooklyn Dodgers. While awaiting his chance to play baseball professionally, Bert often played at Falls Mill. Bert’s father, Odbert Hamric, was also a noted baseball player and played on semi-professional teams in the Akron area. According to Bert’s brother, Fay, during a pre-game practice session at Falls Mill, Bert told his father that he bet that he could hit a ball further than his dad. Bert then hit a long fly ball into the falls of the Little Kanawha River. His father then promptly hit a longer fly ball over the falls.

In the spring of 1955, Bert broke his right hand during spring training with the Brooklyn Dodgers and lived briefly in Burnsville while he convalesced. Bert was ambidextrous and could throw the baseball with his left hand as well as his right. On several occasions I played catch with Bert who threw the baseball very effectively with his left hand.
comment 6 by Betty (Cart) Densmore
My father, Charles Foster Cart, was born in Strange Creek to Fleet Cart and Susan (Moore) Cart and graduated from high school in Huntington, West Virginia.

He came to Orlando in about 1925 as a telegraph operator and agent for the B & O Railroad. He later held the same position with the railroad at Burnsville. He met my mother Hazel Wooddell at a church social where the men bid on the women’s picnic baskets. My father was the successful bidder on my mother’s basket. They were married and had four children, Mary (Cart) Barcus, Betty (Cart) Densmore, Sue Ann Cart Tighe and Charles Foster Cart, Jr.

My father loved baseball and all other sports but baseball was his favorite. He took my brother to some games in Pittsburgh when we lived in Grafton. He bought the two older girls miniature baseball bats from the Louisville Sluggers baseball bat company. I still have mine.

He played center field and was a switch hitter.

One of my neighbors in Florida is Mary Marguerite (Moran) Bush, daughter of John and Myrtle Moran of Burnsville. Her grandfather was Patrick Moran of Orlando. Mary Marguerite’s first grade teacher at Burnsville was my aunt Madeline Cart who was my dad’s sister.
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Comment 7 by Herbert Posey
My father, Lloyd Posey, owned a farm on Clover Fork with a ten acre bottom, complete with a baseball field. My three older brothers, Bob, Paul and Dee Posey, were dedicated baseball players. Bob was a pitcher and Dee played first base and was a catcher. A lot of baseball was played during the 1930’s on this field. My brothers also played quite a lot of baseball at Falls Mill. Baseball was a favorite pastime of the boys in the neighborhood.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

E.U.B. Ladies' Aid

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by Pat Reckhart

There was a group of ladies from the Evangelical United Brethern Church and they called themselves the Ladies Aid, I guess it had been started many years ago. They had a president of the group as well as a secretary and a treasurer, and they always met once a month at each others’ homes. They always opened with scripture reading and a prayer. Then there was the secretary’s report, which was mostly where they had met the month before and if there were people in the community that needed prayer. And then came the treasurer's report I know they did different things to make money, but I don't know what the money was used for. I know it was used for the church and I remember they sold Danny Duzits, stainless steel pot scratchers.

rt above: Virgi Henline and Josie Beckner with the minister's wife Irene England.
lt: Danny Duzit stainless steel sponges
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There were several ladies in the group and each one took a turn having the meeting once a month, and usually it was an all day meeting, I remember, I think it was around 1963, and it was my turn. I lived at Burnsville then so all that week I worked and worked on my house to make sure it was clean as clean. I had three kids then all three were small and I warned them that they had to be on their best behavior or else. The day of the meeting I was up at daylight getting the food ready. I think it was probably a covered dish but who ever had the meeting still made several different dishes such as baked chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and desserts as well as the drinks, It was always expected for Josie Beckner to bring her fried bologna I don't remember how she did it but it was made with a hot pepper sauce, and it was a real big hit, after the meeting and lunch every just around and talked.

I'm going to tell you the people that was in the group. Josie Beckner, Virgie Henline, Evelyn Wimer, Necie Freeman, Maude Freeman, Lottie Henline, Ruby Roach, Erma Griffin, Lillie Fox, Velma Hoover, Nellie Casto, Bridgett Godfrey and Goldie Posey, there might be others I don't remember.

One time the meeting was at Goldie Posey’s house when she lived up Clover Fork. I had taken my kids with me my son Scott was about four and he was playing on the porch with the other kids he saw a bumble bee crawling up the post. Not knowing that it would sting he tried to pick it up. Well, you can imagine all the crying. We run and got the soda box and put some soda on the sting and it wasn't long until he was playing again. Oh those were the days. So bye for now, I’ve got to give my dog a bath.

lt: the EUB church is in the upper right corner. This photo was taken looking southwest from the Orlando (Skinner) Cemetery.
rt: the author, Pat Reckhart.

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In the 1930s or '40s Newt Blake, aka Uncle Zeke, visited the U.B.'s Ladies Aid, and made his report to the Buzzardtown News in the form of a poem:

The Ladies Aid
One day I called on the Ladies’ Aid,
It was two o’clock p.m.
I don’t recall how long I stayed,
That was left up to them.
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They treated me so nice and good,
On that particular day,
I said I’d help them all I could,
So they called upon me to pray.
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Lottie Henline, the president,
A lady that’s worthwhile,
Arose and said, “All be content,
”Then smote a little smile.
A song was sung by all the crowd,
If I make no mistake—
Maud Freeman sang so very loud,
They had to draw the brake.

Minerva Mick then called the roll,
And to my sad surprise,
Virgie Sharp and Carrie Goad,
Stayed at home to bake some pies.
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Pearl Edgell then a poem read,
Georgie Hamilton did the same;
Then Uncle Zeke arose and said
“I’m truly glad I came.”

Gladys Helmick was present just the same,
(She always is unless she’s sick);
I hope she’ll never change her name
'Twould be Hel without the Mick.
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Effie Skinner and Annie Scott,
And Lillie Fox came late;
I hope that they will surely not,
Be tardy at the pearly gate.

There is Biddie Riffle and Josie Beckner,
With their pleasant smile;
Then Opal Chrislip and Ruth Strader,
They come once in a while.
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Joe Skinner and Cora Riffle,
I declare I most forgot;
And don’t let me forget to name,
Charles Wesley, Preacher Scott.

I’ve often wondered how I’d feel,
If I was a U. B. preacher,
If a cup of coffee I could steal,
From another human creature.

The Ladies Aid is doing fine,
So join them sister, brother,
And add another star in your crown,
By helping one another.


Comments
comment 1
For starters, here are some of the relationships among some of the members at the EUB Ladies' Aid
Josie (Riffle) Beckner, Della (Riffle) Wimer’s sister
Ruby Roach, daughter of Josie (Riffle) Henline
Necie (Skinner) Freeman,
Evelyn (Mitchell) Wimer, Necie’s daughter, She and Della (Riffle) Wymer married brothers. Maude (Mick) Freeman, Necie & Maude were married to brothers
Lillie Gay (Keller) Fox, daughter of Preacher Keller
Bridgett Godfrey Nellie Casto’s mom, author’s grandmother
Nellie (Godfrey) Casto, author’s mom
Goldie Posey born near Fairmont, in 1941 Goldie Belt married Dee Posey who grew up on Clover Fork and worked for the railroad.
Virgie Henline
Lottie Henline
Velma Hoover
Erma Griffin

comment 2
Orlando's Methodist Church also had a Ladies' Aid.
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comment 3 from the Danny Duzit web page:
Danny Duzit stainless steel sponges have been a fixture in kitchens across America since the 20's. These sponges are still made and finished by hand in our Springfield, MA facility. Each Danny Duzit is made from a special high-grade stainless steel that will not rust. They retain their shape well after repeated uses and can be cleaned easily by simply placing them in your dishwasher. They are not available in stores and can be ordered directly from the factory.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Bee Heater, an Orlando Institution

by David Parmer

Oliver Lee Heater
During the mid 1900’s, a mention of Orlando and its people invariably touched on the name of Oliver Lee Heater, or “Bee” Heater, as he was generally known.

Bee Heater was born in the Threelick area of Orlando in Lewis County in 1892, the son of Samuel and Margaret Alice (Wymer) Heater. Bee had three brothers, Elias, Ernest and Raymond, and four sisters, Rosa, Nancy, Della and Genevieve.

lt: Margaret Alice (Wymer) Heater, Bee's mother
rt: Bee Heater after Sunday School, on the tracks in front of the church. With him is Nancy Stutler, granddaughter of Bee's sister-in-law Edith (Skinner) and her husband Oras Stutler.

Bee Heater came to Clover Fork to work in the 1910s. He roomed on Clover Fork with Gid and Sarah (Bennett) Skinner's family. Family legend claims right after he met their daughter Genevieve he told Gid Skinner that he was going to marry his daughter. In 1916, Bee married Mary Genevieve Skinner. The newly-weds took up residence in Orlando on the hill behind Conrad’s store for a while until they moved to Clover Fork where they lived their entire married lives and raised their family of nine children; four boys, Dale, Arnold, Jack and Joe, and five girls, Maxine, Louise, Mary, Lois and Ann.

rt: Gid and Sarah (Bennett) Skinner's family ca. 1905. Genevieve is at the far left. Oldest sister Edith, who would marry Oras Stutler is staning in the center, back and Jeannette "Tom", who would marry Worthington Hurst, is standing in front of Edith. Ann, at the far right, would die in childbirth with her first child. The baby is Edwin Glenn.
lt: Genevieve with son Dale.
Found Run
Joe Heater, Bee’s son who lives at Good Hope in Lewis County, tells us that the hollow where he was born and grew up originally had the name of “Found Run.” Joe advised that the name “Found Run” is attributable to an old legend that in the very early days of the settlement of the Orlando area, an early settler became lost and a search party found him at the head of the hollow where the Bee Heater family lived.

Early Life on Found Run
Dale Barnett was a contemporary of Joe Heater, Bee’s son, and often went hunting and fishing with him. Dale visited Joe at the Bee Heater residence a number of times. The Heater home at this time was located up the hollow about three-fourths of a mile from Gid Skinner’s two story home at the mouth of the hollow. Dale recalls that the boys of the family bunked in a comfortable room over the cellar house. Louise (Heater) Mitchell, Bee’s daughter, recalls that her brothers’ bedroom was a commodious room, large enough for two double beds, a dresser and a stove. Louise remembers it as a nice sleeping room because it had a tin roof which was pleasant when it rained and it was cool in the summer because it was over the cellar house. Bee’s son Joe recollects that the house he grew up in was not the house where he was born. An older home, built by some unknown earlier resident was located further up the hollow from the later home of Bee Heater. The later house and two acres was bought from Worthington Hurst, Bee’s brother in law.

Oil and Gas and Water Well Drilling
Bee early followed the farming occupation but the family’s nearness to the oil and gas industry which came of age along with Bee led him into the drilling trade. Going into the drilling profession at an early age, it became a life time of work for Bee. His daughter, Louise, recalls that when she was young, her father traveled far and wide drilling wells. She recalls that he was often in Kentucky and all over West Virginia working on gas rigs. In fact, Louise recalls that her dad drilled a gas well near the country club at Buckhannon and close to her present home. Bee’s son Joe remembers that for quite some time his dad worked for Charley Moran drilling wells on the “Free State” property owned by Charley west of Orlando.

The Hazards of Being a Tool Pusher
Drilling was a hazardous occupation for the men who worked in the gas well industry who were often referred to as “tool pushers.” Drilling rigs, when mixed with volatile substances such as gas and oil, pose an imminent danger to the men employed in the business. Dale Barnett recalls that Bee was drilling a gas well in the early 1930’s around Gassaway when an explosion and fire occurred, causing Bee to suffer serious burns. Dale says that Bee carried the scars of this accident the remainder of his life. Bee’s daughter Louise has a more vivid recollection of the accident and recalls the date of the explosion as 1938 because her younger sister Lois, who was born in 1938, was a baby at the time. Louise remembers that the fire occurred when a visitor to the gas well site which had just gone into production, in disregard of “No Smoking” signs, struck a match to light a cigarette. The spark from the match created a huge explosion. The gas workers were set afire and all ran and jumped into the Elk River to douse their flaming clothing. One worker died of his burns and Bee suffered grievous burn injuries to his face and hands. The fire was so intense witnesses said the rig itself melted within fifteen minutes of the explosion. Louise recalls visiting her father at the Sutton Hospital and remembers that her father’s face was swollen twice its normal size. Eventually, Bee recovered from the burns but was left with severe scarring on his face and his fingers were drawn and unusable. When Bee later worked for Charley Moran drilling the “ Free State ,” he acted as foreman since he could not dress the drilling bits because of the burn injuries to his hands.

Water Well Drilling
Bee often worked along with his brother-in-law Oras Stutler in the gas fields, and they traveled together when their drilling jobs took them out of the area. In the 1920’s Bee and Oras bought a water well drilling machine and drilled water wells in the central West Virginia area. In 1926, Bee and Oras drilled a water well for the United Brethren Church in Orlando. The cost of the water well was $161.63. To help pay for the well, Uncle Zeke in his Buzzardtown News column of June 10, 1926 offered this ditty:
. . . . If you want to hear from Uncle Zeke
. . . . Twice a month or once a week,
. . . . Just send a quarter on the well
. . . . And hear old Zekey give a yell.

Although drilling gas and water wells was Bee’s occupation and put food on the table, his true love was raising bees.

The Honey Man
Helen (Frame) Jeffries often made the journey with her husband Coleman to the home of Bee Heater on Clover Fork to buy honey. Helen remembers the honey was usually of a clear color and that the honeycomb was included with the sweet nectar. Her family used the honey primarily on the table and as a topping for biscuits. Helen also recalls that her sister-in-law Opal McCrobie and her mother-in-law Clora Henline relished eating the honeycomb. Helen recalls that many people in the Orlando community made the trip up Clover Fork for a sampling of Bee’s honey. According to the family, Bee’s honey customers would place their orders for honey for the next season when they picked up this year’s honey and that all of the honey production was sold in this way. One of Bee’s steadiest customers for honey was Lloyd Posey, a neighbor who lived on Clover Fork. The local demand for honey usually exceeded the supply and there was never any left over. Bee’s daughter Louise recalls that during the Depression her family used honey in place of sugar and that a cousin, Bob Skinner, during his visits to the home, liked it so much that he used honey on everything he ate. Louise said that there was always a coffee can of honey on their dining table. Louise also recalls that her dad kept a supply of three pound coffee cans on hand for gathering the honey when buyers came calling for honey to satisfy their ‘sweet tooth.’ Louise also reminisces that the bee hives were the exclusive domain of her father and that no one other than he was allowed to gather the honey or tend to the bees. However, Joe Heater recalls that when his dad was away drilling wells in Kentucky, or some other far away place, his grandfather Gid Skinner would look after the bee hives.

Bee Goes Hunting for Peewees
As early as 1923, Bee Heater had made his reputation as a producer of honey, a much sought after delight for country folk. In an Uncle Zeke Buzzardtown News column of that year, the honey man of Clover Fork was the source of a little fun by the Bard of Buzzardtown. About Bee, he wrote in his July 12th column: “Oliver B. Heater, a son-in-law of Gid Skinner and a brother-in-law of Oras Stutler, who lives on Clover fork of Oil Creek in Lewis County, West Virginia, is noted for his bee raising. He has three hives which he guaranteed to produce four hundred pounds of honey this season. After notifying his neighbors that on a certain day he would rob his bees and each one to be present would receive his share of the honey, to his surprise he only had five pounds in all, short weight. B. is a good marksman, but he mostly overshoots. He thinks peewees ate his bees, so he is now chasing them with a shotgun.” Uncle Zeke never revealed in subsequent columns whether Bee bagged the peewees.

lt above: a honey bee at work
rt: A peewee, the small songbird bird that eats lots of insects. Its call sounds like "pee wee".

Bee Swarms
When asked how her father handled bee swarms, Louise has memories that her father would position an empty bee hive beneath the swarm and would then immobilize the swarm with his smoker. He would locate the queen, place her into the empty hive, and the remainder of the bees would generally follow. Usually this succeeded in creating a new colony without substantial loss.

The Bee Hive
As Uncle Zeke indicated in his previously mentioned column, Bee had three bee hives in the early 1920’s. Bee’s daughter Louise remembers that her father had thirteen hives at one time during her childhood, all of which were producing honey. Bee used the hive known as the Langstroth hive for his honey bees. This type of hive was invented in 1853 and has been the pre-dominant hive used in central West Virginia during modern times. This hive was elevated above the ground and consisted of rectangular boxes with removable, interchangeable, and parallel hanging frames which are easy to remove and inspect without killing the bees. This hive is also easily transportable and can be easily moved from place to place as the need may arise.

Skunks and a Wayward Coon
Bee’s daughters, Ann and Louise, do not remember any particular problems encountered by their father such as sudden bee mortality, human theft of honey or wild animals raiding the hives. However, Ann’s and Louise’s brother Joe recalls that his dad frequently had trouble with skunks which would raid the bee hives. Joe said that his dad shot many skunks which were trying to help themselves to Bee’s honey. Joe also recalls an occasion that Ring, his dad’s dog, espied a coon trying to avail itself to some honey and Ring “treed” the coon up an electric pole. Bee decided to dispatch the coon with his rifle and after a successful hit, it fell dead into the electrical transformer and knocked off the electrical power to the house which was out of commission for quite some time. Despite a few troubles with skunks and wayward coons, Bee had good luck with his honey production. Consequently, honey seemed to be in constant supply in the Heater pantry until Bee’s final days.
rt: a bumble bee is on the left, and a valuable honey bee is on the right.

A Nickname
Most people around Orlando probably assume that Bee Heater’s nickname was derived from is lifelong association with the raising of honey. However, Joe Heater tells us that his dad, even as a child, was a busy young fellow and as a result his parents pinned him with the nickname of “Bee,” referring of course to his propensity of being as “busy as a bee.” Perhaps carrying the nickname as a child growing up on Indian Fork led Bee into a life-long as an apiarian, or raiser of bees. In either case the nickname seems to have been apropos.
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Bee, the Hunter
As were most males growing up around Orlando, Bee enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Although during his early days, deer and other large game were absent from central West Virginia, there were plenty of rabbits, skunks, coons, foxes, bobcats and other small game. Bee’s son Joe recalls a story his dad told about a night of coon hunting on Indian Fork. Bee treed a coon high up in an huge old poplar tree about five feet in diameter at the base. The coon however took refuge in a hollow of the tree far up the trunk and out of view of the Bee’s gun sight. Bee spent the night at the base of the tree waiting for the crafty coon to make an appearance. The coon slept that night more comfortably than Bee and finally Bee gave up the hunt and made his way to Heath’s Store at the mouth of Ben’s Run. Bee told Mr. Heath his sad tale of spending the night at the base of the tree and of the wily coon staying put in his safe haven. Mr. Heath told Bee that he was timbering the area where Bee spent the night and that the timber cutters were due to start that very morning. Mr. Heath said that the first tree to be cut would be the poplar tree which had served as the roof over Bee’s head that night. Going back to the tree with the timber cutters, Bee said it took two men with a crosscut saw one hour and fifteen minutes to cut the tree and bring it to the ground. The crafty coon did not survive the day.

A Night of Elevatoring
Joe Heater enjoyed his father’s tales of the olden days in Orlando. Joe recalls one story his father and mother frequently told of a dance one Saturday night in Orlando. Although West Virginia was a dry state in the late 1910’s, many young men around Orlando did not take the law very seriously. Shortly after they were married, Bee and his wife Genevieve decided to attend a dance at Mike Moran’s Wholesale Building on a Saturday night. At Saturday night dances in Orlando, bootleggers made their appearances wearing large coats with equally large pockets to accommodate the makings from an over-abundance of the year’s corn crop. Bee apparently imbibed a little too freely of the white lightning and became totally disoriented as to time, place and good common sense. To complicate an already delicate situation, Bee also came to the dance with a very large pistol which he began brandishing at will. Bee confessed to his son Joe many years afterward that he didn’t know how many times Mike Moran humored Bee by taking him up and down in the elevator in the Wholesale Building until Bee’s wife was able to steer Bee on the path home. There was some considerable delay in starting on the trip home because Bee couldn’t locate his hat which his wife Genevieve was finally able to find. Bee, of course, was an inveterate wearer of a hat and wouldn’t depart until his chapeau was on his head.
Bee, the Family Man
Perhaps the night of “elevatoring” taught Bee that moonshine was not all it was cracked up to be and the arrival of children had a lasting sobering effect. Always a steady worker, Bee continued to work in the oil and gas fields until he was well into his 70’s. Bee became a faithful member of the Mt. Zion Methodist Church in Orlando and was its Sunday School Superintendent for many years. Few people knew Bee Heater by his given name during his lifetime, and even long after death, he is simply remembered as Bee Heater.

Rt: Genevieve with three of their children: Jack, Lois and Louise in the 1940s.
Above: Genevieve and Bee in 1966, on their 50th wedding aniversary

Bee died in 1974 at the age of 82 at St. Mary’s Hospital in Clarksburg. His wife, Mary Genevieve Heater died at age 86 in 1986. They are both buried in the Orlando Cemetery.


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comment 1
from a 1941 newspaper article by Harriet Jane Kidd, titled "Orlando Man Drills Large Well"
"The Clay County gas well disaster in which his fellow townsman Bee Heater was seriously burned was too fresh in Stutler’s mind, he said to overlook any rules of safety. The bursting of an electric light bulb would cause an explosion fatal to every living thing."