Showing posts with label Location Three Lick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Location Three Lick. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Death Comes to Bear Run

by David Parmer
Bear Run is a tributary of Oil Creek, approximately three miles northeast of Orlando. Bear Run is a small watershed on the southern slope of Rush Knob and just over the ridge from Goosepen Run and the head of Three Lick Run. The small creek heads approximately two and a half miles from its mouth on Oil Creek, just west of Peterson. The narrow valley of Bear Run is unremarkable, with steep hills on either side of the run, with little bottom land. In older days a road or path went over the hill from the head of the hollow to the Goosepen and Three Lick Run side of the hill.

In 1932, the family of Philip Sheridan Atkinson, known as “Sherd”, and his wife, Fannie (Riffle) Atkinson, the daughter of Ezekiel and Jennie (Harris) Riffle, were eking out a living on Bear Run. The Atkinson family lived in a small shack less than halfway up Bear Run on the left side of the branch. The Atkinsons had one child, a daughter, Mary Agnes.
Prior to moving to Bear Run, the Atkinson family had lived for four or five years on the Ryan place at the head of Three Lick Run. The Bear Run farm was just over the hill to the east from the Ryan place on Three Lick.
Farming on Bear Run was marginal at best when the land was farmed in the early days. A common expression about Bear Run among early inhabitants was “there isn’t much there worth having.” Whatever the case, in 1932, times were hard; “there was no work, little food, and people had to live the best they could.”

Mary Agnes Atkinson had attended the Goosepen School for four or five years prior to moving to Bear Run. Tom Pumphrey, now eighty four years of age, recalls Mary Agnes as slender, nice looking girl with long black hair. She was in the eighth grade while Tom was a second grader. Tom was interested in Mary Agnes because their mothers were friends. Tom reckons that when the Atkinson family moved from Ryan’s place at the head of Three Lick to Bear Run, Mary was about fifteen years old.
Double click on the death certificates of Mary Atkinson and Earl Marsh to enlarge them.

The next time Tom Pumphrey saw Mary, she and an older man named Earl Marsh who also lived on Bear Run came to visit Pumphrey’s mother at Goosepen. The couple came on foot and had walked over the mountain from Bear Run. The visit caused considerable discussion after they had left, focusing primarily on whether the couple was married. Since there was no confirmation by Mary or Marsh that they were married, the Pumphrey household naturally concluded that they were not.

Ruby (Riffle) Hitt lived with her mother Polly Riffle three houses up the creek from the Atkinson family. Ruby was eight years of age in 1932 and knew Mary Atkinson well. “Mary was a beautiful girl,” recalls Ruby. Ruby also knew Earl Marsh, whom she knew as “Ernest.” Marsh was “batching in a shack, owned by the Brinkleys, two places down the creek from the Atkinsons,” said Ruby.

Most everybody on Bear Run knew that Marsh was infatuated with Mary and that Marsh was insanely jealous of her. It was clear that trouble was brewing because Mary would not agree to marry Marsh. Marsh had made his brags that “if he couldn’t have her, no one else could.” Marsh had made this threat to Mary and others on the creek. Mary had related the threat to her mother.

Marsh’s irrational intolerance grew day by day. On June 20, 1932 , he went to his neighbor Jarrett Fox, who lived between Marsh and the Atkinsons, and borrowed two 12 gauge shotgun shells and went up the road toward the Atkinson home.

Mary and her mother and father were on the hill, perhaps 300 or 400 feet behind and above the Atkinson home, hoeing corn in the corn field. It was a hot day. Mary told her mother that she was going to take a break and sit under a large chestnut tree at the edge of the corn field. Fannie and Sherd Atkinson continued to hoe their rows of corn but shortly were startled by a shotgun blast. Turning, Fannie saw Earl Marsh running down the hill toward the road at the bottom of the hill and saw her daughter Mary, bloodied and lifeless under the chestnut tree.

Ruby Riffle Hitt was playing outside her home, a short distance up the creek, and heard the first “boom” of the shotgun. Such sounds, Ruby said, make people stop and speculate on what had happened. Someone present said, “There goes Mary.” A few minutes later, the second “boom” of the shotgun reverberated up the hollow, which brought the remark, “There goes Ernest.”

Earl Marsh, carrying a twelve gauge shotgun, reached the road at the bottom of the hill and came upon an elderly man named Posey. Marsh blurted out to Posey. “I just shot Mary.” Posey was speechless and dumbfounded by what he had just heard. Marsh put the barrel of the shotgun in his mouth and stood motionless for several minutes and then finally squeezed the trigger.

Mary’s funeral was held in the yard at her home. Neighbors from Bear Run and a few others were present. Tom Pumphrey attended the funeral with his mother. Ruby Riffle Hitt was also at the funeral with her mother, Polly. Mary, who had just turned seventeen, was laid to rest in the Peterson Community Cemetery on Oil Creek.

Ruby Riffle Hitt notes that Fannie Atkinson took the murder of her daughter very hard and was never the same afterward. Ruby says, “Fannie went crazy. She was always hearing music. One day she was in my house and all of a sudden jumped up and started dancing and said, “That’s the purtiest music I ever heared.”

Today, Bear Run is mostly wooded with third and fourth growth timber and is dotted with house trailers. The memory of the tragic events of 1932 and the beautiful Mary Agnes is unknown or all but erased from the minds of current residents of Bear Run.
“Murder and Suicide Affected by Fanatic.”
On June 24, 1932 , the headline of the Weston Independent newspaper recounting the brutal murder of Mary Agnes Atkinson, read “Murder and Suicide Affected by Fanatic.”

The news article recounted that the murderer, Earl Marsh, was married to another woman named Mary, and not the Mary Agnes Atkinson that he murdered. The article also revealed that in 1927, Marsh had been arrested for dynamiting the home of Clark Humphrey, and in 1928 had been indicted for statutory rape of his fourteen year old daughter and the felony murder of his new-born child in 1922. His lawful wife, Mary Marsh, testified that Marsh had struck the new-born child in the face with his fist because he did not think the child was his. Marsh was never tried for the murder of his child but he was convicted of the rape of his daughter and served a short sentence in the penitentiary. He was released early and put on probation because of doubts of his sanity.

Marsh left a “suicide” letter blaming his dastardly deed of murdering Mary Agnes Atkinson on Sherd Atkinson, supposedly for preventing Marsh from seeing Mary Agnes. Sherd Atkinson had earlier requested a restraining order against Marsh because of death threats made by Marsh against Atkinson. In the suicide letter, Marsh referenced bank accounts in Weston banks in which he claimed to have a sizable amount of money. Actually, Marsh had no bank accounts and they were a fiction of his deluded mind. Marsh also claimed that Mary Agnes Atkinson was his “common law” wife which appeared to be another fabrication of his demented state. Marsh even had the audacity, in his suicide letter, to request that his victim be buried with him, in the same grave.
Marsh was doing farm work for Harry Miller of Bear Run at the time of the murder

Comment from David Parmer
In 1932, Bear Run was relatively well settled. At the head of the hollow lived Jarrett Freeman. Proceeding down the creek on small farmsteads lived Henry Posey, Pat McDonald, Addison Puffenbarger, Polly Riffle, Harry Miller, Junior Fox, Sherd and Fannie Atkinson, a Kerns family lived on a small branch flowing into Bear Run from the north, opposite the Atkinson farm, and continuing down Bear Run lived Jarrett Fox, and Earl Marsh. An elderly lady named Becky Fox lived in an old log home at the mouth of Bear Run on Oil Creek.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Della Riffle Wymer & Her Family

by Peggy (Posey) Ramey

My mother's mother was Della (Riffle) Wymer. She was a very small stature woman. I can remember going squirrel hunting with her when she was in her late 70s. She was a very humble person who always made do with what she had.

Grandma lived by herself after my grandfather died. She always raised a garden and canned everything that she could. She never worked at a public job, that I know of. Her only income was social security which was very meager.

I remember growing up, that when we would go visit you could always count on cornbread being in the cupboard. She was the best cornbread maker I know. I always loved it when she would fix it and homemade applesauce for a meal. It was the best.

Grandma made lots of quilts, mostly hand sewn. My daughter Heather still has the baby quilt that she made for her when she was born. It is pretty tattered, but still means a great deal to her.

Grandma used to walk from her place on on Three Lick to Orlando to help her sister Josephine Beckner. If times could be more like then, people were so much more family oriented.

Above right is Della (Riffle) Wymer.
Left is Della's husband Marion "Tucker" Wymer, probably in the 1940s.
Right is Della's sister Josie (Riffle) Beckner, probably in the 1960s.
Below left is Della's mom Dona (Blake) Riffle.
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Della grew up on Posey Run, with seven brothers and sisters at the very beginning of the 1900s. Her folks were Charles Lee and Donna (Blake) Riffle.
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Della may not have been large, but her husband Tucker, his given name was Marion Furman Wyman, was one of the tallest fellows in Orlando. Uncle Zeke listed Tucker among the ten tallest men in Orlando. He also mentioned Tucker's skill groundhog hunting. His grand-daughter Peggy recalls that, like so many men of thiat era, Tucker workd his farm but he also had a paycheck job. He worked for the Highway Department.
Several of her favorite people in the world are pictured below.

Front:Jason Floyd Posey, Eric Marshall Ramey, Jeremy Junior Smith

Back:Karri Lea Smith Riddle, Heather Nicole Ramey Lantz, Rebecca Dawn Posey

Karri & Jeremy are the children of Junior & Karen Posey Smith,
Heather & Eric are the children of Dana & Peggy Posey Ramey,
Rebecca & Jason are the children of Jerry & Vickie Peters Posey
This photo was submitted by Karen Smith to the MyFamily bulletin board.

There is a nice photo of Marion Wymer in the Nov '06 entry
Making Hay on Oil Creek
Comments
comment by Karen Posey Smith
I to have fond memories of my grandmother Della Riffle Wymer.My husband,children and i were visiting her one day,my son Jeremy was about 2 years old and had the prettiest blonde hair which hung in curls.Grandma was always scolding my husband Junior and i about when were we gonna get that baby's hair cut.So the next day my husband took Jeremy to get his first haircut.We stopped by to visit grandma on the way home.You talk about someone gettng a good scolding,Junior and i got one ,grandma had a fit because we cut all that baby's curls off.I also remember her cornbread,it was the best.My favorite was her applesauce pie.YUMMY!!!

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Three Lick Families

Three Lick Road (and stream) runs into Oil Creek Road (and creek) just above downtown Orlando. Three Lick has a rich history separate from Orlando’s, but the two are closely related. Three Lick was the last piece of the Oil Creek watershed to be populated and the pioneers who tamed the forest here were for the most part Irish, Roman Catholic immigrants who had fled the potato famine in their homeland. The pioneering process of turning untouched forest into farmland ran into the early 1900s on Three Lick.

Some of the boys on Three Lick around 19450, left to right-

(Unk) Perkins, Bob Pumphrey, John Dolan, Bob Blake, James Ables, Eugene Sprouse, (unk).

This entry is a work in progress about several families of Three Lick. The Ables, Blakes, Davises, Dolans, Doyles, Pumphries, Poseys, Riffles, Sprouses and Townsends all had children in the Three Lick Elemenary School around 1950. Their teacher and her husband, Earnestine and Charlie Tulley, also lived there. They all have roots deep in the Oil Creek Watershed. We have begun their stories below with the children. We hope folks will send us more about life and times on Three Lick.

Henry & Mamie Ables' Kids

James was the oldest, Iva was the oldest girl, Verna Mae was next and Mary Jane was the little one.
Today James resides at Walkersville. He worked at the glass factories in Weston and with the West Virginia Department of Highways.
Iva married a Curtis and lives at Copley. Iva worked at the State Hospital in Weston and later provided care for elderly people in their homes.
Mary Jane died less than a month ago, September, '07, at age 62. She was a step sister of Verna Mae and Iva, and James.

Verna Mae married a Riffle and resides on McCann’s Run near Weston. Verna is in poor health.
James Ables is on the left, on the right are MaryAnn, Iva and Verna Mae Ables.
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John & Mary (Atchison) Blake's Boy
Bob died in 2001. He was a retired dozer operator with Union Drilling in Buckhannon and Weston Transfer. Bob’s family lived on the Charlie Tulley farm when he attended school on Three Lick.

Bob Blake is to the left.
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Arthur and Mayme (Riffle) Davis' Girl
Shirley graduated from Weston High School. Shirley married Jerrell Duckworth. She worked as an accounting clerk for Firestone Tire and Rubber in Brook Park, Ohio. She currently lives in Kingston, New York. Shirley’s late husband was career military and retired as Postmaster at Cowen.


Shirley's mom and Patty Riffle's dad were siblings. Their common grandparents were Newton and Virgina Belle (Riffle) Riffle who lived on Riffle Run.

Shirley Davis is to the right.


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The kids of Frank and Ann (Gallagher) Dolan
John is an employee of the West Virginia Department of Highways in Clarksburg. His older sister Sue has lived in Charleston for thirty five years. Sue graduated from Weston St. Patrick High School in Weston and she attended Mount St. Joseph’s College in Cincinnati. Sue has been actively involved in the Girl Scouts of America for thirty nine years and holds a lifetime membership in the Girl Scouts.

Sue Dolan is to the left, John Dolan is to the right

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Ethyl Doyle & Her Girls, the "Murphy Twins"

Jean and Joan grew up on the grandfather Tom Murphy's Three Lick farm. Their mom Ethel Doyle still lives on Three Lick.

left: Ethel Doyle
right: Joan Doyle is on the left, Jean Doyle is on the right.
The girls graduated from Weston's St. Patrick High School.
Jean went to the Clarksburg Business College and she also attended West Virginia Wesleyan College. Jean married a Lantz. She is an accountant and worked many years for Upshur Coals in Buckhannon. She lives in Buckhannon.

Joan married a Stiltner and now lives in Charleston. After high school Joan worked for Dr. Vassar in Weston and later with the Community Action Program in Lewis County. Joan also worked for Moore Business Forms in Buckhannon until she secured a position with the West Virginia Employment Security Commission. In 1974 Joan transferred to Charleston and took a position with the Public Service Commission as a Consumer Affairs Technician. She retired after a career with the West Virginia Public Service Commission with thirty two years of service.
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Bill & Nora Pumphrey's Boy
The Pumphryes lived in the farm adjoining the Dan Murphy farm and close to the Three Lick School. Bob left school and joined the United States Army when he was fifteen years of age. After his mother found out he had joined the service, she initiated steps to take him out of the service. When Bob turned seventeen, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and made a career of the service. Bob retired from the service and works now does electrical work in the oil fields of Texas. He lives in Magnolia, Texas.

Bob Pumphrey is to the right.

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Frank & Verna Sprouse's Boy
Eugene lived in Huntington for thirty years. His full name was Charles Eugene Sprouse. Classmate Patty Riffle was his cousin through her mother and his father. He was the maintenance man for the Coal Exchange Building in downtown Huntington. He died in 2004.

Charles Eugene Sprouse is to the left.

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Junie "Jiggs" & Bridget (Sprouse) Riffle's Girl
Patty Jean remembers she and her cousin Shirley Davis used to walk to Charlie Tulley's the store about a mile away to make small purchases. Patty graduated from Weston High School and she married a Hartley. Today she is retired from service with the Weston Clerk’s Office and the Weston Sanitary Board and lives in Jane Lew.

Patty Jean Riffle is to the right.

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Martin & Lilly Posey's Kids
Raymond and Lucy's family lived on Grass Run. Because of a bout with polio, Raymond could not walk with ease and rode a pony from Grass Run over the hill to the Three Lick School. Lucy would then take the horse to Jimmie Feeney’s barn and stable it until after school. She would return to the barn after school for the pony and take it to Raymond to ride home. Raymond lives on Three Lick.
Lucy married a Boggs. She now suffers from Alzheimer’s disease and lives in a care home near Weston. Bob Pumphrey said Lucy could really handle work horses when she was young.

Lucy Posey is on the left and Raymond Posey is on the right.

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Jim & Violet Townsend's Kids

Bertha married a Rose. She is in poor health and lives at the Holbrook Nursing Home in Buckhannon.
Raymond was working for Weston Transfer Company at the time of his death in 1966 as the result of a truck accident.
Ruby married a man named Butcher and lives in
Brandywine, West Virginia.

left- Bertha Townsend above, Ruby Townsend below.

right- Raymond Townsend

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For more about Three Lick families see these entries
Oct '07 Mrs. Tulley and the Three Lick School
Sept '07 Dan Murphy: The Interesting Life of an Orlando Irishman
Jan '07 Henry Cole
Feb '07 Michael Vincent Moran
Feb '07 A Family Torn by the Civil War




Saturday, October 06, 2007

Mrs. Tulley and the Three Lick School

by David Parmer
Country Schools
Country schools in West Virginia flourished in the early and mid 20th century. Children attended the schools close to their home along with the children of their neighbors. Teachers of these small schools also frequently lived close by and were acquainted with the parents of the students. Today, many former students of one or two room country schools look fondly back on their educational experiences and wouldn’t wish to have had their schooling any other way. This is a story about one of those schools and its teacher.

standing- Mrs. Tulley, Joan Doyle, Jean Doyle, James Ables
kneeling- Mary Jane Ables, Iva Ables, Verna Ables, John Dolan.

Ernestine (Hyre) Tulley
Ernestine (Hyre) Tulley was born in 1904 in Burnsville to Jason and Grace (Dowell) Hyre. Ernestine, along with her sisters Augustine and Irene, and her brother Jason, attended the Burnsville schools, and graduated from Burnsville High School in 1922. After high school, Ernestine attended West Virginia Wesleyan College and embarked on a career in teaching. Her entire teaching career was devoted to small one or two room rural schools throughout Braxton and Lewis Counties. During World War II she taught at the Three Lick School, about three miles from Orlando. Ernestine taught at the Three Lick School for eight years until the closure of the school in 1952.

Based upon interviews with her former students, Ernestine Tulley was a well-liked teacher, perhaps revered, who strove to get the most from each child’s potential. The following testimonials of her former students indicate the respect they had for their one room country school teacher.

Jean Doyle
Jean (Doyle) Lantz, a former Three Lick School student under the tutelage of Ernestine Tulley for eight years, recalls that Mrs. Tulley urged her students to have perfect attendance and to read as many books as possible. Jean remembers that Mrs. Tulley would reward her students with silver dollars for perfect attendance and for reading books, and that she, to this day, has the silver dollars given her by Mrs. Tulley over fifty years ago.
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Sue Dolan
Sue (Dolan) Henke, another of Mrs. Tulley’s students, remembers her as a “great teacher,” who rewarded her students for achievement. Sue remembers helping some of the younger students with their reading, while Mrs. Tulley worked with other students. Sue also remembers that the floors of the Three Lick School were regularly oiled. The expression of “oil and water don’t mix” came to life for Sue on one rainy day when she came running into the school house and slipped on the oily floor and slid into the old Burnside pot-bellied stove which was roaring hot at the time.
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Ethel Doyle - Parent
Ethel Doyle, the mother of twins, Jean and Joan Doyle who attended Three Lick school for eight years, recalls Ernestine as a “nice looking woman and an excellent teacher.”
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Iva Ables
“She was the best teacher I ever had,” remarked Iva (Ables) Curtis, speaking of Mrs. Tulley. She was “really nice, and gave us money when we were good and took us to her husband’s store on Tulley Ridge where we could spend the money on bubble gum, penny candy, and even Cracker Jacks.” Iva also recalled receiving four silver dollars from her teacher for having perfect attendance. Iva particularly remembers crying one day because she cut her foot badly and was not able to walk to school. In order for her to maintain her perfect attendance, Mrs. Tulley came to her home and drove her to school. Iva also remembers that Mrs. Tulley was a kind and gentle teacher and that she recalls only one incident of corporal punishment meted out by her teacher. This occasion involved Iva’s sister, Verna Mae. Mrs. Tulley caught Verna Mae in the act of throwing a spit wad and hitting John Dolan in the head. The punishment was one gentle whack across Verna Mae’s rear end which brought a smile, not tears, from Verna Mae.
Iva is above left, Verna Mae is above right and John Dolan is beneath her.


Patty Jean Riffle
Patty Jean (Riffle) Hartley fondly remembered Mrs. Tulley as a quiet, ”wonderful” teacher who never raised her voice. Patty also remembered that Charlie Tulley, the husband of Ernestine, in addition to being a stockman and rural mail carrier, operated a small general store at his home on Tulley Ridge, and that she and her cousin Shirley Davis used to walk to the store about a mile away to make small purchases. Patty also remembered that Mrs. Tulley would give rides to students, to and from school, which were much appreciated.

A Memorable Car Ride
And speaking of getting car rides from Mrs. Tulley, John Dolan remembers that he and his sister, Sue, were driven home by Mrs. Tulley, both before and after school. John recollects that Mrs. Tulley was not as skillful as a driver as she was a teacher. John remembers on one occasion when Mrs. Tulley lost control of her car, which was full of students, and ran into the ditch along the road. John also remembers that Mrs. Tulley “floorboarded” the accelerator and flew right out of the ditch. He was highly impressed. John’s sister, Sue, who was also a passenger in the Tulley car on that occasion, remembers a little more detail about the incident. Sue recalls that as Mrs. Tulley was driving down the hill from the school she discovered that her car door was not completely shut. As the car was moving down the road, Mrs. Tulley opened the car door to re-close it securely and as she did so, the car drifted and hit the ditch, and just as John remembered, she hit the gas pedal and flew right out of the ditch. Sue didn’t know whether she was scared or impressed by the maneuver. Sue also recalls that when Mrs. Tulley hit the ditch, she said “Oops!!” Afraid to express an emotion at the time of the incident, the kids waited until they had exited the vehicle to have a good laugh.
John Dolan is to the right.


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Three Lick's Sunshine Workers 4H Club, 1950/51

Three Lick's Sunshine Workers 4H Club, 1950/51

top- Bob Pumphrey, Sue Dolan, Jean Doyle, Joan Doyle, Shirley Davis.
middle- Iva Ables, Patty Riffle, James Ables
front- Verna Ables, John Dolan
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Shirley Davis
Another of Mrs. Tulley’s students, Shirley (Davis) Duckworth, remembers her teacher with great affection and admiration. Shirley recalls on one occasion that she had a little difficulty understanding a certain math concept and that during recess Mrs. Tulley took extra time and worked with her individually until Shirley had mastered the concept. She calls her a “great teacher.” Shirley loved to read. She fondly remembers that Mrs. Tulley made special trips to Weston to pick up library books for her to read. Shirley also recollects that her teacher opened the morning classes with Bible verses and that Mrs. Tulley often took the students outside to examine flowers and other things of nature. Shirley observed that almost all of the students who attended Three Lick School were from poor families. Mrs. Tulley would often give money to her students so that they might enjoy having a few pennies in their pockets.

Bob Pumphrey

Bob Pumphrey, now living in Magnolia, Texas, also remembers Ernestine Tulley with great affection. “She was a great teacher, but very strict.” Bob also recalls how devoted Mrs. Tulley was to teaching. During the blizzard of around 1951 snow accumulated over two feet deep. Since this was a time before snow plows kept rural roads open, no vehicles were venturing out on the snow drifted roads. However, when Bob went to the school near his home to start fires in the pot bellied stoves, he was surprised to observe Mrs. Tulley trudging down the road with snow over her knees to keep her morning school appointment. He was amazed that his teacher could have walked so far from her home in such inclement conditions.

Joan Doyle

Joan (Doyle) Stiltner, another of Mrs. Tulley’s Three Lick students, also remembers her teacher fondly. Joan recalls that part of the curriculum at the Three Lick School included cleanliness. Mrs. Tulley appointed “Captains” who would be in charge of a crew of two or three students. The captain would make sure that his or her crew’s hair was combed and hands and fingernails were clean. Mrs. Tulley would furnish the Captains combs and hair brushes to use. Joan also recalls that students would take turns bringing in drinking water and making fires in the pot-bellied stove. Mrs. Tulley paid the students for these chores in stamps which would be redeemed for savings bonds. (Bob Pumphrey recalls that when he handled these pre-school chores he was paid in cash.)

Joan recalls that Mrs. Tulley was a no-nonsense teacher and that there was little call for corporal punishment because her students had been taught respect for themselves and for their classmates. Joan also calls to mind that the bathroom facility at the school was a “WPA two-holer” which sat behind the school. Mrs. Tulley’s rule regarding the outhouse was its use was limited to recess and lunch times. Joan observed that even though Mrs. Tulley was a strict disciplinarian, she also was quite lenient in some respects, An emphasis on poetry and memorization in the Tulley class room is also relived by Joan, who believes, that, after nearly sixty years, she can still recite Longfellow’s The Village Blacksmith.

Raymond Posey

Raymond Posey, who still lives on Three Lick, was Mrs. Tulley’s student for one year at the Three Lick School. Raymond and his sister Lucy had attended school the previous year at Knawl’s Creek. Raymond’s primary recollection of Mrs. Tulley was that she was a “strict teacher, but a good teacher.” One of Raymond’s most memorable memories is that he rode a pony to school from his family’s home on Grass Run.


Three Lick Students at the home of Ernestine and Charlie Tully

on Tully Ridge in 1951


The Three Lick School Closes

The Lewis County Board of Education had been considering for several years the closure of the Three Lick School. Local opposition to closure had managed to keep the school open for several years. Finally however, the end of the Three Lick School came after the 1951-1952 school year. The Lewis County Board of Education closed the school and sent all of the Three Lick students to the Walnut Grove School on Oil Creek. Thus came to an end another neighborhood, one room school in Lewis County and the beginning of school consolidations throughout the state..

Ernestine Tulley Goes to the Walnut Grove School

After the closure of the Three Lick School, Ernestine Tulley was transferred to the Walnut Grove School. Some of her students from the Three Lick School were bussed to Walnut Grove and continued having Mrs. Tulley as their teacher.

Mrs. Tulley ended her teaching career at the Walnut Grove School. Although critically ill for several months, Mrs. Tulley continued to teach the 3 R’s, as well as courtesy and manners to her students at Walnut Grove, until she died of cancer in 1959 at the age of 55. Joan (Doyle) Stiltner, touched by the passing of Mrs. Tulley, solemnly and respectfully attended the funeral services in Weston for her former teacher. The school bell, used by Mrs. Tulley during her teaching career at all of the one room schools she taught, was thus silenced. Mrs. Tulley was laid to rest at the Weston Masonic Cemetery.
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Comments
comment 1 Jean (Doyle) Lantz, the eldest twin
What fond memories you have recaptured for me reading your story on our teacher Ernestine Tulley. I am proud and honored to have been her student and because of her teaching skills, I must say that the students you just interviewed have done quite well for themselves. I also was impressed that the students that has been separated by many miles still remembers which twin is which. They all identified us correctly.

Note to Jean- We're tickled that we did okay. We'd like to kepp alive the rememory of the Irish community on Three Lick. You family stories and any photos of your days on Three Lick, or of grandparents, etc would be a great help. Contact me at orlandostonesoup@yahoo.com or David Parmer at gbrcliffs@verizon.net . -donna

comment 2 Patty Jean (Riffle) Hartley When I attended Three Lick School in the late 1940s and early 1950s, few people had cameras. Mrs. Tulley frequently brought her camera to school and took photos of the students. As a reward for some achievement, such as perfect attendance, Mrs. Tulley would give the achieving student a photograph. Although by today’s standards, this may seem a trifle, such a gift at that time was precious. I saved the photographs given to me by Mrs. Tulley, which I would like to share.

-Many of the photos in this entry & the next one posted are from Patty Jean's collection. Thank you. -Donna.

comment 3 Tom Pumphrey Murphreesboro, Tennessee
When my family lived in the Three Lick-Goosepen area, I knew Charlie Tulley, who married Earnestine Hyre. Miss Hyre taught school at Three Lick and also earlier at Goosepen. Sometime before World War II, Charlie was courting Earnestine who lived in Burnsville. On a really bad winter day around 1939 or 1940, Charlie asked my brother Jim to drive him to Burnsville so he could visit with Earnestine and her family at her home. I went along for the ride. My brother drove Charlie's car which was a sixty horsepower 1939 or 1940 Ford. The day was bitter cold in the dead of winter. The roads were covered with frozen, icy snow.

When we got to Burnsville, Charlie told us to wait in the car while he visited with the Hyre family in their home on Church Street. He was gone over an hour. Meanwhile, my brother Jim and I sat in the car. The passenger side window was rolled down and the window hand crank was missing. We couldn’t roll the window up. My brother and I nearly froze to death waiting on Charlie. When he left the Hyre home and came to the car, he saw how cold we were. He said he forgot to tell us that the missing hand crank was in the glove box.

right- Earnestine Hyre in 1922

comment 4 Donna Gloff Pleasant Ridge, MI
Mentioning The Village Blacksmith reminded me of the one backsmith photo we have- B. I. Hefner and his shop outside of Burnsville, ca. 1905.


The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan:
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hear the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onwards through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Dan Murphy: The Interesting Life of an Orlando Irishman and a Red Hot Republican

Dan or “Dannie” Murphy was a popular figure around Orlando in the late 1800s until his death on Thanksgiving Day in 1948 at the age of 72 years. Dan was born Andrew Daniel Murphy in 1876 in Braxton County to Daniel and Mary (Thornton) Murphy. Both of Dan’s parents were born in Ireland and had come to America in the 1850s. After living in northern Braxton County for a while, the elder Daniel Murphy, desiring to live closer to his fellow Irishmen who had thickly settled in the Collins Settlement District of Lewis County, bought a 108 acre tract on Three Lick Run of Oil Creek. This purchase, made in 1877, in a chancery proceeding, was for the same land which had originally been sold by George J. Arnold to Irish brothers James and Peter McAnde. The purchase price paid by the senior Dan Murphy for the former McAnde real estate was $605.00. Thus began a long association of the Murphy family to the Orlando area lasting to this time.

The Early Settlement of Collins Settlement
Located in the southwestern part of Lewis County, Collins Settlement District was mostly unsettled until the 1850s. The terrain of this section of Lewis County consists of narrow valleys wedged between steep, spiny hills and is marginally suited for farming. The land in this area was owned in large tracts by a few individuals. Among the owners of these large tracts were Gideon C. Camden, Richard P. Camden, Minter Bailey, William E. Arnold and George J. Arnold.
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Above is Dan Murphy, about 1940.
Left, looking up Three Lick
Right, Collins Settlement marked on a map of Lewis County
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According to Donal O’Donovan in his book, The Rock From Which You Were Hewn, much of this land had been bought by the owners for as little as ten cents an acre. Because there was so much land west of the Ohio River suitable for farming, there was little interest in the southwestern Lewis County lands. Historic events in Ireland, however, provided buyers for the Lewis County lands. Potato famines for several years in the 1840s and evictions of tenant farmers by landlords left many Irish families homeless. Nearly half the population of Ireland left the Emerald Isle, many of whom found their way to America. Several thousand Irish families made the hills of northwestern Virginia their future home. The original owners sold much of the hilly lands of southwestern Lewis County for $2.50 to $3.00 per acre to Irish families and allowed those buyers to pay for the land on time. It was cheap land in the Goosepen and Three Lick section of Lewis County, known as the “Murray Settlement,” that beckoned many Irish settlers.
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Why They Came
Most all of the Irish settlers of Lewis County, such as Irishman Dan Murphy, were farmers. Some of the Irish immigrants were involved in the construction of the Staunton-Parkersburg Turnpike (now U. S. Route 33). Others found jobs as laborers or stonemasons in the construction of the insane asylum at Weston, as well as other minor construction projects. However, the laboring jobs were, for the most part, adjunct only to the operation of the cattle and sheep farms by the Irish settlers.
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Right: a table that belonged to Dan's mother Mary (Thornton) Murphy.
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A Short Time in Burnsville
After the B & O Railroad built its Oil Creek line through Orlando and on to Burnsville in 1891, it was but a short train ride from Orlando to Burnsville. Although a farmer at heart, the elder Dan Murphy and his wife Mary moved from the Three Lick farm to Burnsville to live the “city life.” Their son Dan or “Dannie,” a confirmed bachelor, also went to Burnsville and began work for the Gowing Veneer Company across from the mouth of Oil Creek on the Little Kanawha River. Dannie Murphy’s career as a veneer mill worker was as short as his index finger became after an accidental meeting with a sharp planer blade. Minus the end of his right index finger, Dannie Murphy returned to his family’s 108 acre farm on Three Lick and took up the life of a farmer.
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The Murphy Farmstead
As was all the land on Three Lick, large stands of virgin timber stood in the narrow valley when Dannie Murphy’s father bought the 108 acre farm. The Murphy home was a two story hewn log house with cut stone chimney, approximately 30x24, which was enlarged and later clapboarded. The Murphy farm, like most farms in the Orlando area, consisted of a little bottom land, steep hillsides, flat areas on the side of the hill and the rolling, rocky top of the hill, known locally and historically as Ryan’s Hill. The Murphy farm is located about three miles from the mouth of Three Lick and lies on both sides of the Three Lick Road. The farm, still owned by the Murphy family, adjoins the interstate highway which was built on part of the Murphy farm at the top of Ryan’s Hill.
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Above is the Murphy home on Three Lick, the original log house and addition clappboarded.
Below is a beam inside the Murphy homestead, part of the original log house.
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Farm Life
Dan Murphy was a small man of only five feet two inches who wore a size five shoe. A confirmed bachelor for most of his life, Dannie was content to live alone and live the life of a farmer on the family farmstead. Dan’s granddaughter Joan Stiltner described Dan as a sheep farmer. The lay of Dan’s farm was more suitable for a grazing agriculture and less so for the raising of crops. Sheep were naturally suited to this type of land.

Dan raised mostly corn and oats, as well as a little wheat. Like most of the Irish farmers around Orlando, Dan usually kept about thirty to fifty head of sheep, anywhere from two to four hogs, a couple of cows and horses, the usual flock of chickens, a gaggle of geese and a few turkeys. Dan raised nearly everything his family ate.

An interesting feature of the Murphy farm was a small seam of coal, located near the top of the hill on both sides of the Three Lick Road. As the farm was gradually cleared of timber, wood fires were supplemented by coal from the coal bank. Dan would carry the dug coal, bucket by bucket from the top of the hill to the back of the house where it was stored until used.
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Dan, the Confirmed Bachelor, Gets Married
Dannie Murphy had reached the ripe old age of forty nine years by 1928 and had been a bachelor without prospects for marriage. Dan was acquainted with Shepherd family who lived on Ben’s Run, west of Three Lick. The Shepherds, who were also Irish Catholic, were cousins of the Wanstreet family who were originally from the Santa Clara section of Doddridge County. Fate would change Dannie Murphy’s marital status thanks to his friends and his future wife’s cousins, the Shepherds.

Agnes (Wanstreet) Doyle was the widow of Floyd Edwin Doyle who had died in 1920. Agnes and her late husband had lived in Clarksburg. Agnes (Wanstreet) Doyle was visiting her Shepherd cousins on Ben’s Run in 1928 when Dannie Murphy happened to pay a visit to the Shepherd home. After formal introductions by the Shepherds, Dan, the confirmed bachelor and the long widowed Agnes, seemed to “hit if off,” and Dan’s bachelor days were numbered. The “I Do’s” were exchanged in August 1928 and Dan and Agnes took up housekeeping at the Murphy farm on Three Lick. Jean Lantz, Dan’s granddaughter, tells us that for the next twenty years of their marriage until Dan’s death in 1948, Agnes prepared Dan’s breakfast every morning at five o’clock a.m.
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A New Beginning – Dan, the Family Man
Life on the Murphy farm continued for Dan and Agnes pretty much as it had before their marriage, except that Dan now had a helpmate. Agnes also brought with her two young daughters from her previous marriage, Virginia, aged eight and Ethel, aged ten. Agnes’ older daughter Mabel was married and living in Ohio. Dan became an instant father, as well as a husband, upon his marriage to Agnes.

Lynn Riffle, now aged 93 years and living in Jane Lew, recalls “Danny Murphy” with great affection. Lynn began his school teaching career at the one room Three Lick School in 1932 and taught there for five terms. Among his students were Dan’s step-daughters, Ethel and Virginia Doyle. Lynn recalls that “Danny Murphy took great interest in the success of the Three Lick School, attended PTA meetings and helped everyway he could.” Lynn continued and said that “Danny Murphy and Pid Henline made my job a lot easier with all the help they gave me.” Commenting on Dan Murphy, Lynn stated that “Danny was a very, very nice and upstanding man in the community, a well-liked Irishman.” Lynn, ever a political Democrat, did offer the caveat however that “Danny Murphy, you know, was a Republican.”

With a new wife and two step-daughters, Dan Murphy became a family man, in addition to a farmer. He took a active interest in the raising of his step-daughters and their education.

In a few years, Ethel married but later separated from her husband but not before adding twin daughters, Joan and Jean, to the Murphy household. Many in the community simply referred to Ethel’s daughters as the “Murphy twins.”
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Left: Agnes (Wanstreet) Doyle, Dan Murphy's wife.
Below, right: Dan's banjo
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Agnes was a good helpmate. In addition to being an excellent cook and a fastidious housekeeper, she was skillful with needle and thread and the making of cloth. Dan’s socks were made by his wife from the wool of his sheep. Agnes also kept her granddaughters, Jean and Joan, well adorned in dresses made from feed sacks. She traded feed sacks with her neighbors in order to make matching outfits for the twin girls. Agnes also was an excellent quilter and always seemed to have a quilt on the quilting frame which was made by her husband. Jean remembers that her grandmother made bread every day and that she made tasty cottage cheese.

Dan was a sensitive and kindhearted man. He formed a strong attachment to his two stepdaughters and his twin step-grandchildren who became as if his own children. The younger of the two step-children, Virginia, was musically talented and Dan bought a Gibson guitar for her which is still in the family today. Dan played the banjo and often joined Virginia on the guitar to entertain the family. Emptying the living room of furniture, they also played for neighborhood square dances held in the Murphy home. When his stepdaughter Virginia died at the young age of 22, Dan was much bereaved. Granddaughter Joan remembers her grandfather sobbing, his head on the fireplace mantel, when Virginia passed away.
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Cropping the Murphy Farm
Dan raised his chewing tobacco on the farm. He always planted potatoes on St. Patrick’s Day, rain or snow, not withstanding. Lambs were sold during the spring, sheep were sheared in the summer, vegetables were peddled from the back of the car in Weston and stock was sold in Weston on Tuesdays. Hog butchering on the Murphy farm continued on Thanksgiving Day as before. Joan Stiltner remembers that every part of the butchered hog was used. Fried brains, pig’s feet and pig’s skins were part of the Murphy diet. The lard rendered from the hog was used for cooking, year round. The pig’s bladder was retrieved and filled with water as a play toy for the Dan’s twin granddaughters, Joan and Jean. Dan was a conscientious gardener and spent many hours keeping his garden free of weeds, according to granddaughter Joan. Dan enlisted the help of his granddaughters to “flip the bugs off” Dan’s cherished tobacco plants, which was a “fun chore” for the twin girls.
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Above left: stepdaughter Virginia Doyle
Right: the twins Joan and Jean
Below left: Dan Murphy's slop jar, wash basin and shaving mug. The pitcher and the lid for the jar are missing.
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This is Country Life
Granddaughter Joan recalls that during her grandfather’s lifetime there was no electricity in the Murphy home. As were many homes in the Orlando area, the Murphy home was illuminated with gas lights. There was no running water, no indoor bathroom, and the Sears, Roebuck catalog served as the family toilet paper. Joan recalls that the Murphy home did have a telephone and that the number was Walkersville 8F5. The signaling ring for the Murphy home was five long rings and everybody up and down Three Lick had eager ears to listen in on the telephone calls to the Murphy home. The eavesdroppers, of course, annoyed Dan to no end.
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The Importance of Faith
As the son of Irish immigrants, Dan’s faith, as well as his wife’s, was Roman Catholicism. Dan, according to granddaughter Joan, was not a devout church-goer, and took communion only at Easter but did attend confession. Dan would, however, kneel in prayer each night before retiring to bed. Joan recalls that her grandfather could “cuss a blue streak,” which was perhaps the reason for Dan’s frequent trips to the confession booth. The family attended church on alternating Sundays at St. Bridget’s at Goosepen and St. Michael’s in Orlando.
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A Copperhead Strikes
Granddaughter Joan recalls one morning that Dan went out to pick berries but soon came running off the hill from behind the barn, shouting for his wife Agnes to come quickly. A copperhead had bitten Dan. Agnes quickly took Dan’s pocket knife and lanced the wound, allowing the incision to bleed freely. Agnes then took a bottle of black ink and poured it into the wound. The quick first aid was successful. Dan recovered and no doctor bills were incurred.
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A Little Nip Won’t Hurt You
But You Might Lose the Turtle
As many folks can attest, most good Irishmen liked to take a drink and Dannie Murphy was no exception. Although “hard” liquor sometimes graced Dan’s lips, his passion was the wine he made in his “still” located under the washhouse. Granddaughter Joan recalls one day when she and her sister were five years old and the family of a young cousin was visiting, the three children, while playing, came upon Dan’s wine stash. Sister Jean adventurously imbibed in the ‘squeezings’ of Dan’s grapes. The effects were not positive. For dinner that evening a special treat for the visitors had been planned. Dan loved turtle and that day had caught a large one which his wife had prepared for dinner. The twin girls also loved the meat of the turtle. Much to Jean’s chagrin and the wine-induced afternoon sleep, Jean missed her meal of turtle. To this day, because of this memory, Jean will not touch a glass of wine.
Above: Two stoneware jugs that belonged to Dan.
Below: Dan and Spot.
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Christian Charity
Dan Murphy was known throughout the Orlando area as a kind and generous man. Granddaughter Joan recalls that on the day of her grandfather’s death in 1948 there was a late night knock on the Murphy front door. Agnes found a young, disheveled, hungry young man at the front door who asked for Dan. Agnes informed the young man that Dan had passed away that day. The young man told Agnes his name and that his father had told him if he was ever in need and near the Dan Murphy farm that Dan Murphy would give him food. Agnes took the young man into the kitchen and gave him a hot meal in the Dan Murphy tradition.

Another example of Dannie Murphy’s generosity was the gift of an acre of ground to Martin Posey who was in need of someplace to build a much needed home. Posey was without the wherewithal to buy land. Dan felt that a good man in need deserved a helping hand. Such acts of kindness were responsible for the reputation of Dan Murphy in Orlando was a “good man.”

Pid Henline
Pid Henline was a close neighbor and good friend of Dannie Murphy. Pid had bought the former McGuire farm just below the Murphy farm. The two farmers often helped the other with farm related chores, ranging from butchering to the transporting of wagon loads of corn to Orlando to be milled. When Pid and Dan took their wagons of corn to be milled, the two friends, while waiting for their corn to be milled, would go to the Henline home place in Orlando and socialize with Pid’s brother Heaterhuck and sister Clora. Dannie Murphy was always a welcome guest at the Henline home. Dan’s granddaughter Jean recalls that she often heard Pid Henline shouting Dan’s name from the adjoining farm and that Pid was a frequent guest in the Murphy home and always addressed her grandfather by the name of “Dan.” Jean and her twin sister, taking the cue from Pid, also addressed their grandfather as “Dan.”
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Dan Was a Red-Hot Republican
In politics, Dan Murphy was a red-hot Republican according to his step-daughter Ethel Doyle. Ethel since the age of ten had always lived in the Murphy household and considered Dan as her father. Ethel recalls that all his life Dan lived and breathed politics and considered that Republicanism was the only true route to a successful life in America for a man willing to work. The Democrat party, according to Dan, was a party of cronyism and had become addicted to public welfare. Dan avidly promoted his party of choice. Ethel Doyle recalls that he worked the polls for his Republican party at the Dolan Hotel polling place in Orlando. Even though Dan was a Republican and his wife was a Democrat, he always insisted that his wife cast her ballot even though it would have the effect of “canceling out” his vote. Dan, who had long given up driving his automobile after gracefully depositing the car into Three Lick one day while trying to turn around, enlisted his wife’s expertise in the handling of his 1937 Chevrolet. On Election Day, Dan would give his wife a list of Republican voters who needed transportation to the polling place at Dolan’s Hotel. Dutifully, Democrat Agnes brought Dan’s Republican friends to cast their votes. Ethel Doyle recalls that during elections she often observed half-pints of whiskey being exchanged for votes. The practice of vote buying in West Virginia had long been an election practice. The standard price of a vote, long practiced by the Democrat Party, was a two dollar bill or a half-pint of whiskey. To counter the Democrat vote buying machine, Republicans also engaged in the Election Day “tit for tat.” Granddaughters Joan and Jean often observed whiskey change hands in the democratic process on Election Day.
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Above: Agnes with the '37 Chevy.
Below: St. Michael's last wedding: Jean and Edwin Queen in 1959.

Dan’s oldest step-daughter, Mabel McVaney, who lived near Parkersburg at Vienna , was, her self, a red-hot Democrat, as was her husband. Ethel Doyle recalls that during World War II when Franklin Roosevelt was campaigning for re-election as President, a stop was scheduled by Roosevelt in Clarksburg. Mabel and her husband were visiting with her sister, mother and step father that day at the Murphy home. Mabel was insistent that the family make the journey from Three Lick to Clarksburg to listen to the speech Roosevelt was to make at the train station. Dan, however, was not so keen on making a pilgrimage to Clarksburg to watch the electioneering would-be demigod Roosevelt seek an unprecedented fourth term in the White House. The family was all dressed and ready to go to Clarksburg but Dan kept procrastinating with one excuse after another. Finally, Dan was ready to leave but he had skillfully timed his departure just right. After negotiating the long trip to Clarksburg, the Murphy family finally arrived at the Clarksburg train station long after the Presidential train had left for points farther west. The red-hot Republican Dan Murphy undoubtedly enjoyed the return trip to his Three Lick farm.
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Dan Takes Sick
A couple of days before Thanksgiving in 1948, Dannie Murphy and his friend, Pid Henline, traveled to Weston on the Blue Goose bus line. While in Weston, Dan bought a can of sardines for his lunch. The sardines, however, was the source of food poisoning and Dan became deathly ill. After arriving home very sick Dan refused the entreaties of his wife to call a doctor. Sam Wanstreet, who had come to the Murphy home to visit his sister, finally prevailed upon Dan to go to the hospital. Mike Moran, the Orlando undertaker, was called and with the help of Jack Riffle, Mike Moran placed Dan on a cot and loaded him into the ambulance. Dan however was fatally ill and died before the ambulance could depart. Dan’s granddaughter Joan recalls that the night before her grandfather died, Dan’s trusty collie dog “Teddy” howled the night long and would not cease. Joan was reminded of the “old wife’s tale” of the impending death of the master on such an event and believes to this day that Teddy’s inconsolable howling foretold the death of Dannie Murphy, a good man and red-hot Republican.

Dan Misses the Last Wedding
In 1959, Dan Murphy’s granddaughter Jean married Edwin Queen in St. Michael’s Church in Orlando . This wedding, conducted by Father O’Reilly, was the last Catholic wedding to take place in St. Michael’s Church before it was closed by St. Patrick’s Parish. Dan Murphy undoubtedly would have loved to live to see his granddaughter exchange vows of marriage in the church of his faith.
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Comments
Comment 1 Shirley (Davis) Duckworth now living in Kingston, New York
During the 1940s my family lived on Ryan’s Hill, above and adjoining to the Dan Murphy farm on Three Lick. Dan had a dog by the name of “Shep” which had a reputation for biting people. My experience with Shep however was just the opposite. Shep would come to my family’s home and would spend hours playing with me. I do not understand why anyone would think that Shep was an unfriendly dog.
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Comment 2 Bob Pumphrey now living in Magnolia, Texas
Danny Murphy used to come down the Three Lick road to our home to visit my father Bill Pumphrey nearly every evening. When I was a boy I helped my father dig Danny Murphy’s grave at the St. Bridget’s Cemetery at Goosepen.
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Comment 3 Tom Pumphrey of Murphreesboro , Tennessee
When I was a boy I knew Danny Murphy of Three Lick. My family lived at Goosepen. My father was a blacksmith and shod horses. I remember when I was young Danny’s step daughters, Ethel Doyle and Virginia Doyle, used to ride Danny’s horses to Goosepen to have them shod. Ethel and Virginia were teenagers and I was a few years younger.

I also would see Danny Murphy at poker games on Sunday afternoons which were held at the large log barn owned by Johnny Kaden of Goosepen. Danny would walk over Ryan’s Hill with his large dog. Other people I remember at the poker games were Pat Faley and Joe Riffle of Orlando . There were several other people who attended who I have forgotten. Sometimes there would be two tables.

Danny was a nice guy and I liked him. He talked fast and snappy and was just a little fellow.
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Notes:
A poem about the horror of Ireland's Potato Famine

A Famine in Ireland

Give me three grains of corn, mother,
Only three grains of corn,
It will keep this little life of mine
Till the comiug of the morn.

I dreamed of bread in my sleep, mother,
The sight was cheering to me;
I awoke with an eager parched lip;
But you had no bread for me.

O how could I look to you mother
How could I look to you,
For bread to give to your starving boy
When you are starving too.

The men of England care not mother
Whether we live or die.
The bread they give to their dogs tonight
Would give life to you and I.

The famine is seen on your cheeks, mother
And in your eyes so wild;
I felt it in your bony hand
When you laid it on your child.

Come nearer to my side, mother
Come nearer to my side;
Embrace me fondly as you did
My father when he died.

Come quick, I cannot see you, mother
My sight is almost gone;
Mother, dear,’ere I die
Give me three grains of corn.

. . . . . . . . . ~ Author Unknown