Tricia Lynn Strader and Belle Boyd, Confederate Spy

Tricia Lynn Strader with her grandparents Linzy and Mae (Posey) Strader on Road Run in the late 1970s. Tricia told about her Road Run roots in the June '08 entry You Can Go Home Again

by David Parmer
The night creatures hadn’t started their mysterious conversations. It was too early. But it was something she was looking forward to. Her grandfather, Linzy Strader, leaned forward in his easy chair and expertly spit over the porch railing into the front lawn, as if he was aiming at something. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he smiled that soft smile at his granddaughter, Tricia Lynn, and resumed his contented enjoyment of his Navy snuff in the late July afternoon. To a young girl from the city visiting her grandparents, these were magical times in the rural wonderland of Road Run. The day had been full, searching for crawdads in the run which crawled slowly past the house, gathering eggs from the hen house, smelling the freshly cut grass and chasing butterflies. Soon the crickets would be screeching their night songs and the frogs on Oil Creek at the railroad cut would be croaking their sonorous calls. This was truly the land of make-believe and it was a hard place to leave.

Tricia

It wasn’t far from the make-believe yesteryear land of Road Run of a young Tricia Lynn Strader to the make-believe land of an adult Trica Strader portraying Belle Boyd, Confederate spy, at the Belle Boyd House in Martinsburg, or performing before the rolling cameras on the movie set of Gods and Generals on the Antietam battlefield.

Right: Tricia at the Hammond mansion.

Above left: Timewarp-a photo of Tricia's grandfather Linzy (also pictured at the top of the page with his wife and granddaughter in the 1970s) in his WWI uniform ca. 1918, and a photo of his son Frank in a Civil War uniform, ca. 1990.

Left: Tony Morgan, Frank Strader and friend on the set of Stealing Lincoln's Body. Note the set lights behind.)

Tricia Lynn Strader was born in 1970, the daughter of Franklin D. and Vivian (Kuhl) Strader. Her father, a native of Orlando, attended school at Orlando and high school at Burnsville, graduating with the class of 1952. Her mother, a native of Burnsville, attended grade school at Burnsville, and high school in Delaware.

To Tricia Strader, the time of the Civil War was long ago, another time. Little did she know that her interest and the interest in Civil War re-enactments of her parents, Frank and Vivian (Kuhl) Strader, would transport her back in time and acquaint her with a certain southern belle, a spy for the soldiers in gray, and provide a life-changing experience.

Belle Boyd, Confederate Spy

The Civil War started with a bang in the spring of 1861. The waters of Bull Run ran red with the blood of boys from Virginia, as well as boys from New York and Pennsylvania.

The decisive, war-ending victory both sides had hoped for did not happen. The leaders of both the Union and the Confederacy recognized that total victory would not come easily, or quickly. In the day before telephones and other sophisticated means of communication the importance of intelligence to provide information about what the other side was up to was vital to the prospects of victory.

In 1861 Belle Boyd was a young 18 year old vivacious southern belle, a strong believer in the cause of the South. When the war started, Belle was living in the Shenandoah Valley town of Front Royal where her father operated a hotel. This area of the Old Dominion was hotly contested by both southern and northern armies and occupation of Front Royal by one army or the other seemed to change on a weekly basis.

A hotel occupied by officers and decision makers was an ideal place to learn of an army’s intentions. Belle, using sharp ears and womanly guile, learned much of the intentions of the Union armies, and carried the intelligence to southern generals, including Stonewall Jackson and the “Grey Ghost,” John Mosby. The four years of Civil War was an exciting and dangerous time for Belle Boyd, and greatly romanticized by Civil War historians. Books have been written about her and movies and plays have made her legendary.

Tricia as Belle Boyd

Tricia Strader attended high school in Delaware and graduated from Goldey-Beacom College in Wilmington, Delaware with a B. S. in Business Administration. After college, Tricia pursued a career in the business field and in journalism. With a strong interest in history and genealogy, Tricia discovered that Belle Boyd had an ancestor with the family name of Spaur and was related on her mother’s side of the family. That knowledge and her hobby of participating in Civil War re-enactments throughout the eastern United States led Tricia in 2001 to the Belle Boyd House in Martinsburg, West Virginia, where she auditioned for and was chosen to portray the role of Belle Boyd in historical era performances. Tricia has stayed busy performing the role of Belle Boyd in performances in schools and public libraries, as well as the role of Varina Davis, wife of Jefferson Davis,

President of the Confederacy. Tricia has also appeared in historical movies about the Civil War, Gods and Generals and No Retreat

from Destiny, and an unreleased

documentary about Mrs. Jefferson Davis.

Above Left: Belle Boyd
Left: Tricia as Belle Boyd
Above Right: Varnia Davis

Life certainly has been interesting for the young girl who made summer treks to the magical place of Road Run to visit her story-telling grandparents while they sat on their front porch on summer evenings, while the butterflies flew, the crawdad flicked its tail and moved from rock to rock and the smell of freshly cut grass was in the air. From chasing butterflies at her grandparents’ home on Road Run to having butterflies before a performance as Belle Boyd, life has been exciting for Tricia Strader.

You Can Go Home Again

by Tricia Lynn Strader
First published in the Newark Post, Newark, DE.
With each passing season I always look forward to going "back home" to the hills where my parents grew up. In the 1940s and 50s each moved to Delaware from West Virginia. What's so unusual about their move is that they grew up a few miles from each other in thr Appalacian Mountains and went to the same school, but never met until my mother lived in Delaware and my father, stationed at Aberdeen, MD, in the Army, went to visit relatives of his brother-in-law. They met and later married. Ever since then, we make the semi-annual trip back to our roots.

One might think that things have changed a lot since then, and it's not possible to "go home again.' Granted, there have been changes. Many people of my dad's generation moved away to find jobs; Interstate I-79 was built and took much of the town with it in the name of progress (including my greatgrandmother Olive Spaur's home); tourism is a big deal because of man-made lakes and recreation areas. Even so, there is much I can see that is still the same. .

Right, above: Linzy and Mae Strader with Tricia.

Left: an old swinging bridge over Oil Creek, 2008.

The house my grandmother Mae Strader lives in is the same house she's been in since the 1940s. It is tucked away in a little valley called a holler. The road we use to get to it is still part dirt part small stream (called a "run"). Yes, there are still areas in which the road is in or crosses the run (no bridge). It empties into a creek which does actually have a bridge, but only since the 1980s! Before that we used to have to park on the other side and carry our luggage across a swinging bridge. That was fun to do as a child who was terrified of a moving bridge! I bet many people can still remember swinging bridges and runs.

When sitting on the porch my father and I reminisce. Still standing is the pine I shot the top out of as a girl being taught how to hold a hunting rifle by her father. The barn I used to milk cows in is quiet now but I can still see myself and friends playing in it with literally dozens of cats.

Looking in the other direction, I can see the old pile of sawdust from a once operational sawmill. New it is the site of the original family farmhouse where my father and his brothers and sisters were born. The steps at the front of the current house are made of sandstone from the old house. Out front, the run still beckons me to go wading in it and look for minnows and or craw crabs, which I loved to do as a kid. Of course, my mother used to have a fit when I did. She was afraid I’d surprise a snake or get a tick on me! The thought of snakes used to bother me the worst. Yuck!

Behind the house is the chicken coop. I can remember going in it for eggs many times. There’s a picture of me at age 4 or 5 holding chicks with my grandmother beside me. Little things like that never leave you. The house is the same except for a few changes in the furniture. In recent years she’s had indoor plumbing and a gas stove installed. Nevertheless, the wood stove is still in the corner of the kitchen for a rainy day. The TV only gets one channel to this day.

lt and rt: thrree quilts made by Mae (Posey) Strader.

Certain things are missing, though. My grandfather Linzy and my maternal grandparents, Minnie and Cecil Kuhl, are gone now. Both sides of the family used to visit back and forth. I can recall my grandfather Linzy on the porch, dipping snuff. He used to spit over the rail into the yard. He was a great old gent, much like the grandfather on The Waltons, but much more soft spoken. He always had that little stain on his chin from the tobacco. When I sit in the kitchen, I can see him at the pump getting water to to wet his comb and run through his coal black hair. At the supper table, which was a major event three times a day, he would nudge at, or tickle the kids under the table and act like he was some ghost. He drank his coffee from the saucer as many older folks apparently did. I can almost hear him saying grace.

Come to think of it, my family is a little like the Waltons! Despite progress and change, our family knows we can still go back to those hills to a slower pace and relax, and breathe in clean mountain air, and renew our minds and bodies. I say you can- even if it’s only in your mind’s eye.

Doc Ordy Conrad, Veterinarian and Story Teller

by David Parmer

In the evening, after the final meal was finished and the quiet time had come, Doc Ordy would take his favorite seat by the fireplace in the small cottage near the mouth of Road Run, with grandchildren gathered around, and his wife Effie half-listening, and start telling his stories. Once, Doc Ordy was called to look after an animal late on a winter evening, too far from home, and too cold to start for home. The farmer told Doc that he should stay the night, an invitation he gladly accepted and the farmer showed him to his bed for the night. These were the days before electricity in the hollows around Orlando. To be prepared for the dark, Doc Ordy always traveled with a lantern to light the way home. When he spent the night at a farmer’s home, Doc always took his lantern inside so he could see when he arose early to either check on the sick animal, or to start out for home. This night, as usual, he had his lantern with him when he got into the comfortable looking bed which was to be his resting spot for the night. After rooting into the straw tick bedding, and closing his eyes Doc started drifting off to sleep, but began sensing he was not alone in the bed. As he lay still, he could feel unwanted movement all over his body. Doc reached for his lantern and safety matches and quickly had light to unveil the problem. Bedbugs! Hundreds of bedbugs scattered for cover from the glare of the lantern. Thinking for a moment, Doc pulled his large pocket knife from his trousers pocket and jammed it into the wooden headboard of the bed. He hung his lit lantern on his knife handle to provide a constant light and irritant to the bed bugs and he fell asleep soundly until the next morning. His grandchildren loved his teeth-grinding stories, and Doc Ordy loved to tell them.

Ord Conrad was born in 1881 and grew up on Riffle Run, the son of John B. and Mary Ann (Riffle) Conrad. Ord’s paternal grandfather was also named John B. Conrad. He was a brother of Phoebe (Conrad) Skinner, wife of Alexander Skinner of Orlando. Ord’s maternal grandfather was Jacob Isaac Riffle, one of the original settlers of Clover Fork.

By the way the crow flies, Riffle Run is a very short distance from Orlando. The usual route to Riffle Run from Orlando was either to go up to the head of Road Run and then over the hill to the head of Riffle Run, or go up Clover Fork to the first branch on the right, go to its head and over the hill to Riffle Run. By either route, it was but a short distance to Riffle Run from Orlando, and there was much contact between the two places. Ord Conrad had lived in both Orlando and on Riffle Run and felt quite at home in either place.

Mina Strader and her brother Richard Strader, grandchildren of Ord’s sister Mina, tell us that their Uncle Ord learned his veterinary skills from his father John B. Conrad and his grandfather John B. Conrad, both of whom had worked with animals during their lifetimes. Ord Conrad started early in life, perhaps at 16 or 17, according to Richard Strader, working with animals by learning the art of castration or "cutting" animals. In those early times, there were no licensing requirements to become an animal doctor. If you could show proficiency in the task in treating sick animals you became known as "Doc" and were called upon to practice the craft. Subsequently when West Virginia instituted licensing and formal schooling of veterinarians, the already practicing veterinarians were "grandfathered in", and simply had to take and pass a written test1. The veteran Doc Ordy had no trouble in passing the written test and became "official" in the eyes of the State.

At the e top, left, is Ord with his horse Rex.
Immediately to the right and at the bottom left are photos of Effie and Ord.

Dixie McCauley, Ord’s grandson, of Mason , West Virginia, doubts that his grandfather had any more than an eighth grade education and probably not even that much. This was not unusual for rural West Virginia before the turn of the 20th century when little weight was given to more than just rudimentary book learning. As was the custom of the time, skills were generally learned on the job, which was as good way to learn as any other way.

Dale Barnett’s father, Bill Barnett of Orlando, was a livestock farmer and owned several sheep, cows, and horses. From time to time a sheep or larger animal became sick or off its feed and the services of Dr. Ordy were called upon. Dale recalls that Doc was always prompt to answer a call for help. Dale recalls a "spring tonic" for horses that Doc would bring on his calls which reportedly had arsenic as one of the ingredients. Dale recalls that this tonic would be mixed with a little bran in a short necked beer bottle. The out-of-sorts horse would be dosed with the mixture and immediately would "pick right up" and eat everything in sight. One common digestive malady of animals was referred to by Doc as "compaction" or "blockage of the bowels" which seemed to always call for a "good dose of salts." Dale recalls that Doc was fairly successful in treating sick livestock.

Lane Conrad of Martinez , Georgia , Doc’s grandson, recalls that his grandfather would treat a hoof ailment of large animals known as "foot evil". This condition called for dousing a burlap cloth in turpentine and cleaning the animals hooves thoroughly, crevices and all. Lane also recalls that his grandfather would advertise where he would be on certain days and that he would provide rabies shots to neighborhood dogs. In the early 20th century it was common for every farmer to have a number of dogs, not only for bringing in the sheep or cattle but also for chasing the foxes, coons, rabbits, and groundhogs. Doc was prepared to treat dogs as well as the larger beasts.

Bertha Conrad Ratcliff of Stouts Mill, daughter of Doc’s sister Ann, recalls that Doc treated many a cow for "milk fever". According to Bertha, cows develop a fever when a calf takes too much milk from its mother, causing the milk sack to collapse. Bertha believes her uncle Doc Ordy never lost a cow to the "milk fever." Bertha also recalls her uncle carrying with him a black hose which was used to stick into a cow’s throat to dislodge apples which may be stuck there. This hose also was used to "drench" a cow or horse or other animal when it was necessary to give the animal a "tonic". Bertha thought the tonic was a "drenkstum", based upon her recollection as to what uncle Doc told her he was going to do to the animal. Probably what Doc actually said was that he was going to "drench ‘um’ ".

Bertha (Conrad) Ratcliff or Mina (Strader) Luzader, Doc’s nieces, would often be called upon from time to time to stay all night with their Aunt Effie whenever Doc was called out late at night and would not return that night. They both adored their Aunt Effie and were always glad to be called upon to keep her company. And, they also got to help their Aunt Effie can tomatoes, green beans and other garden produce. Bertha recalls that the overnight stays would often be the result of when Doc was treating an animal for the "colic" which Bertha indicated called for a constant walking of the animal throughout the night.

One animal Doc was not fond of was a male hog. Doc’s granddaughter, Delores (McCauley) Hutzel, recalls Doc telling her that boars were generally mean and would attack without warning. Doc said that great care should be taken dealing with this animal and to never turn your back on it. Delores recalls going on a call with her grandfather on one occasion and being chased by a vicious hog. She said her grandfather got a good laugh watching her run for the fence.

To the right is Ord & Effie's family. Front row: Everett (killed during WW II), Effie and Ord, Minnie (McCauley), Ercie (Barrett). Back row: Ray, Dale, Ern, Earl, and Emmett.

Lane Conrad recalls that Doc had a sorrel horse with a white blaze which he rode on many of his veterinary visits. He believed that Doc called this horse "Fred". However, Lane’s cousin, Delores McCauley Hutzel, recalls the name of the horse to be "Rex". Richard Strader, Doc’s nephew, a little older than Lane and Delores, resolved the factual dispute by telling us that in his memory Doc had three horses, "Rex", "Bob", and "Fred".

Mina (Strader) Luzader also reports on her Uncle Ord’s keen eyesight. Once Mina was driving her boy friend’s (later to be her husband) car on the old Roanoke road when who should she meet coming the other way but her Uncle Doc. Of course Mina did not have a driver’s license or learner’s permit at the time. By the time she returned home, Mina’s mother was aware that she had been doing a little unauthorized practice driving.

As to what Doc Ordy would charge for a visit to a farmer to treat an animal, Mina Strader Luzader tells us that Doc adjusted his fee according to the circumstances of the farmer. Although his usual fee was a real bargain as far as veterinarians go, if a farmer could not afford to pay but a pittance, that was what Doc charged.

Mina also recalls that her Uncle Doc was a very clean and neat person who would often wear two pairs of trousers and a working coat out on a call. As we know, working in barns can be a dirty proposition. Doc would wear the second pair of trousers so that he could take the dirty pair off before going into the farmer’s house. Doc would also go to the creek to wash his dirty boots.

Mina remembers that her brother Richard Strader and Doc went on a call to a farmer’s home on one occasion and was asked to stay for a meal. Seeing that the house was full of dogs and cats which had free roam of the house and dining table, Doc thanked the farmer and said they were in a hurry to see another person about a sick animal and would have to take a rain check. And, speaking of eating, Mina recalls a peculiar breakfast meal which her uncle Ord enjoyed: oatmeal with Oreo cookies! Now there’s a way to start a day!

Richard Strader relates that his uncle went far and wide to treat sick animals. He recalls one trip he made with his uncle that required driving the truck to Green Hill, east of Falls Mill, where they were met by the farmer with horse and wagon. They finally got to the farmer’s sick animal on his farm near the present Braxton County airport. Doc regularly went to places like Rocky Fork, Indian Fork, Knawl, Sand Fork, Copen and many other remote areas of Braxton, Lewis and Gilmer Counties.

As an integral part of dealing with animals, it is obviously necessary to restrain them. Doc reportedly was an expert in lassoing animals and tying them up so they could be treated. Doc carried his lasso on his horse along with his saddle bags full of equipment and tonics for the animals he treated. The potions and tonics carried by Doc were contained in brown bottles of every description. The basement of Doc’s last residence on the river above Burnsville at the time of his death was full of liquids in large brown bottles. The smaller brown dosing bottles were also in plentiful supply. Of course no one but Doc knew what was in the bottles and his pharmaceutical supply was carefully disposed after his death.

Although not a medical doctor, Doc Ordy from time to time was called upon to treat ailments within the family. Doc’s granddaughter, Delores, recalls that whenever she or her siblings would take ill, her grandfather would be called upon the make the diagnosis and administer the treatment. These ministrations were never without success. Delores also relates that prior to the requirement of embalming, her grandfather was also called upon to prepare corpses for burial from time to time. This line of work was good grist for late at night stories and led to many a spine tingling tale which he loved to tell.

It is further reported that Doc Ordy was a fan of the country music Carter family and owned every record that the family put out. Doc was also an avid reader and a good writer. He had a remarkable memory for family histories and could recite a person’s lineage without difficulty.
There came a time when Doc retired his horses which he had used for years as his primary means of transportation. Of course in the early years, horses were the most reliable means of transportation in the hills and hollows in the area of his work. Paved roads were unheard of in those times, and trails up hollows or paths over ridges were the norm. In his later years, Doc acceded to "modern times" and bought a green Chevrolet pick up truck. Of course driving a truck was not as easy as steering a horse. According to his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Ray Conrad, Doc did not have a very good reputation as a driver. Instead Doc seemed to "herd" his pickup truck and "everyone knew to keep out of his way". Mina Strader Luzader relates that Doc Ordy got his drivers license by sending a form and twenty five cents to the State of West Virginia. No driving test was required.

Despite any difficulties he may have had in operating a vehicle, it cannot however be said that Doc was not nimble with his fingers. Apparently, Doc favored the "old style" and ate with a knife rather than a fork. His daughter-in-law, Mrs. Ray Conrad, recalls that he was very adept at eating peas, or any other small vegetables with a knife.

Few farmers who owned livestock around Orlando in the early days could do without a vet to keep the animals healthy, or to treat the injured. Doc Ordy was one of the few veterinarians available to assist in this regard, and proved to be successful and reliable to his neighbors in their need.

Doc died in 1960 and was buried in the hilltop cemetery at Olive Chapel Church above Burnsville . He was survived by his wife Effie, his sons Ern, Dale, Ray, Emmett and Earl and his daughters Ercie and Minnie. Effie passed away in 1971.

1. The State of West Virginia instituted a requirement that veterinarians be licensed in 1915. There was a provision in the newly enacted law that veterinarians who had been practicing for at least two years prior to the new law could continue to practice veterinary medicine by registering and providing an affidavit of his previous experience.

Comments
comment 1 Dale Barnett
When Doc Ordy was listening to someone he had a peculiar mannerism of throwing his head back and squinting at the speaker with one eye.

Dale Barnett (pictured to the right) grew up in Orlando in the 1940s and 50s. He is a retired teacher. His remembrances are part of several entries. For example, see the Feb '07
entry A History of Orlando


comment 2 Homer Heater, Jr.
What a delightful story of Doc Ordy. I remember him when I was a child on Riffle Run. Where it came from I don’t know, but we used to have a ditty that said,
Hi O Silver everywhere Effie lost her underwear
Effie said, I don’t care, Ordy’ll buy me a streamlined pair
Thanks for the memories.
Homer

Note: The Rev. Dr. Homer Heater, Jr. who grew up on Riffle Run, is President Emeritus, Washington Bible College/Capital Bible Seminary and Professor of Old Testament, Capital Bible Seminary. See his wonderful Riffle Run memoirs at http://www.geocities.com/hheater2000/RiffleRun.html

comment 3: Bill Beckner
I remember old Ord's favorite fix for animals was molasses. Our cow foundered herself on apples. Grandpap had Ord come to take a look and sure enough, he said to feed the cow molasses.

The Straders of Road Run

Mae and Mary Ann Posey were the daughters of Daniel "Flukey" and Mina (Conrad) Posey. In 1907 Mary married Okey Strader from Upshur County. Ten years later her younger sister Mae married Okey's brother Linzy Strader. Both families lived on Road Run, near Mae's and Mary's parents.

Linzy and Mae (Posey) Strader lived in a log cabin on Road Run until Linzy built the new house near the first in the 1940s. They spent the rest of their lives together in that house tucked away in the holler up Road Run.
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The photo at the right is Linzy and Mae with their granddaughter Tricia, maybe 30 years ago. They are sitting in the porch swing.

Their son Frank remembers "working hard, making do with homemade toys and wildlie for amusement, as many folks did then." Also like many folks then, after he finished high school in Burnsville he moved out of the hills to find work. In Akron, Ohio he worked for the Goodyear Aircraft Corp.

Kathy Jo Strader, the daughter-in-law of Linzy and Mae's son James and his wife Shirley, says "I married into the family in 1976. I had a good life before joining the Strader family. But I learned a lot from being able to go and visit in Orlando. My first trip up the run to visit my husband's grandma was a treat and then some and that was in 1976. I have made many trips into that hollar since then and love every time I get to go visit. There are so many memories that I could never mention all of them.

"Going and visiting "Grandma and Grandpa" and smelling the old wood stove cooking the food, pumping the water at the kitchen sink to get a drink of water, the wash pan that sat in the sink that everyone used the same water to wash up in, the toilet being out at the run's edge and going out in the middle of the night to use the restroom, the old coal stove burning in the living room to heat the 2 bedroom house that over 10 people would sleep in, and the wonderful front porch everyone gathered on to sit and chat when the meal was done.

"I remember pinto beans and cornbread for every meal and biscuits as well. I remember Grandpa asking the blessing before anyone even considered eating a bite of food and breakfast was a 7am, lunch at 12 noon, and dinner at 5pm no matter what and they did not wait on you to eat. Everyone knew the time meals were ready.

"I can remember going to bed and sleeping under 3 or 4 quilts and maybe a blanket with so much weight that you could not move once under the covers. The feather pillows and the feather tick mattresses. The good night's rest that came very easy.

Left: One of Mae's many quilts.

"I enjoyed every minute I could stay in West Virginia and see a whole different world and way of living. Where I was from there were not cook stoves that ran on wood, no coal shoveled into the stove to heat the house, no pump to get the water from for everything that needed water and then heating it on the wood stove if it needed to be hot, no sitting on the porch and rocking or swinging and enjoying everyones company, no footlong to cross to get to the house because the run was between where you parked and the house itself. Those are some of the best memories there are in life.

"We now own property in the hollar and plan to build some day but today it is just a dream for retirement."

. . . . .

Right: Linzy Strader during WWI. Linzy remained state-side during the conflict, at a base in South Carolina. Linsey was detailed to work with cavalry and draft horses and preparing them for shipment to the battlegrounds of Europe.

See also
entry for June 13, '06 Our Grandmothers' Quilts

Tricia Lynn Strader's (see her photo above with her grandparents) article You Can Go Home Again

from Heritage of Braxton County West Virginia 1995, (published by S.E. Grosse and the Braxton County Heritage Book Committee)
Mae Elizabeth Posey pg 217
Franklin Delano Strader pg 248

Our Grandmothers' Quilts

Mae (Posey) Strader who was the great grand daughter of Alfred and Christina (Curtis) Posey1, pieced and made these quilts.

Kathy Jo Strader shares these three of her husband's grandmother's (Mae Strader) quilts: two patchwork and one, I believe, Double Wedding Ring pattern. We now have examples of the quilts of two Orlando women2.
If you have an old quilt made in Orlando, or in another central WV town, I hope you will share a photo of it with us.

1. June 2, '06 Alfred & Christina Posey: More Questions discusses pioneers Catherine & Edward Posey's son Alfred and his wife Christina (Curtis).

2.Feb 16, '06 Orlando Quilts shows quilts by Edith (Skinner) Stutler.