Thursday, January 15, 1920
The ice went out of the Greenbrier on Friday. A former resident of Marlinton, who now lives on the Ohio River, tells us he was surprised to find that the people where he now lives recognize the clean white ice of the Greenbrier when it comes by.
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A good many Democratic voters gathered in Washington last week on the anniversary of the birth of Andrew Jackson. Every presidential year, they have this big blowout. This year the gathering was so great that they held two banquets at different hotels and the speakers traveled and gave two performances the same day. Our own John J. Cornwell was there on the big time and once more got on his hind feet and testified to his belief in the old fashioned American government and his opposition to a labor autocracy as well as his opposition to an autocracy of wealth…
These Jackson Day dinners do a good deal to start the venerable party on its way, but not until the smoke of the battle has cleared does anybody know which way it started. Andrew Jackson was a positive character. He is the emblem of steadfastness and strength. There never was a safer president nor one who made more enemies. They accused him of having killed thousands of British troops just because they wanted to visit New Orleans. He was an outspoken old gentleman. His favorite name for Henry Clay was “Judas of the West…”
Another year with its record of joys and sorrows, good deeds and bad, is now buried in the cemetery of time. The record of 1919 is now a sealed volume. The recording angel has laid it away against that day when all our actions will be reviewed by the great Judge. How time flies. We can almost hear his wings as he sweeps upon his rapid flight. The bells which solemnly tolled the requiem of the dying year in tones deep, full and sad, has merrily ushered in another year which I hope is to be one of happiness, joy, prosperity and contentment for all. Let us journey forth into the new year full of hope and faith. God has led us through the centuries, and has always led us onward and upward. Let us place our hands in His and do our very best as citizens and brothers to make this world a better place to live in.
Miss Lynette Clarkson and W. A. Wiseman were married in Ronceverte December 23, 1919. She is one of Seebert’s most charming and accomplished young ladies. May they have a long, prosperous, useful and happy life.
Skating seems to be the main sport about Seebert. The young people hugely enjoy it.
Cread Morris and William Burner have killed four foxes and four wildcats with their famous hounds.
J. B. Nottingham and brother have killed a good bunch of foxes and wildcats.
Roy Kline died in a Cumberland hospital last week. His body was brought to Durbin. The funeral was Tuesday and burial at the Lee Burner Farm. Mr. Kline will be remembered by the lumbermen of Thornwood and Mount Lick. His wife was Gertie Beverage, daughter of G. H. and Maggie Beverage, who with four children survive to mourn their loss.
David Woods, of Arbovale, and Harry Burner, of Bartow, were in town Saturday having a lawsuit.
The census man, Squire J. B. Sutton, told us that he would ask us to tell him who we are and where we come from this week.
Sam Williams has bought an automobile to carry the mail from Durbin to Cheat Bridge.
The mumps are still circulating around – some cases are pretty bad.
A big day in our town last Saturday. The Telephone Company met in view of selling out, and Squire Sutton held court – the trial between Bennett and Hamed.
We have been having some right cold weather lately, 18 degrees below zero is the coldest reported.
Several of our people attended the Telephone Meeting at Arbovale Saturday.
Olly Wilfong cut his hand right badly by falling on an ax a few days ago.
Mrs. Jesse Judy, a student in Dayton Music school, spent the holidays at home.
Charles Spencer, who is teaching Buffalo Mt. School, has had a right bad case of jaundice, but has about recovered and is gaining his natural color.
Monroe Wilfong had the misfortune to split his knee cap with an ax while working for the North Fork Lumber Company.
At an early hour on Christmas Day 1919, Aunt Nancy Kellison, the oldest, lifelong resident of the Jacox vicinity, died from the infirmities of age, as she would have completed her 88th year had she lived until February 1920.
She was the last child to depart from this life of a family of 14 children, being a daughter of Daniel and Susie Kellison, long since dead.
She was a professing Christian in the fellowship of the M. E. Church since early in life, and her funeral was conducted from her home church by her pastor, Rev. W. H. Henderson, and a large crowd followed her mortal remains to its last resting place in the family graveyard near her home. She leaves a wide circle of friends to mourn her loss, but we trust that it is her eternal gain.
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Mrs. Susan Moore, widow of the late Aaron Moore, died at the home of her son E. C. Moore, in Marlinton on Wednesday morning, January 14. For a long time, she has been a sufferer from cancer of the stomach. She was nearly 77 years of age.
The funeral service will be Thursday afternoon from the Presbyterian church, burial at the Moore homestead just west of Marlinton.
Mrs. Moore was a daughter of the late Peter Beverage, her mother’s name being Snyder, and she was born in Highland county. She became the wife of Aaron Moore, who preceded her to the grave six years ago. Their home was known far and near for the open hearted hospitality. Their children are Mrs. Geo. W. McCollam and Mrs. C. C. Baxter, Andrew, John, Theodore and Ed C. Moore.
Mrs. Moore was a good Christian woman, the best of neighbors and a most self-sacrificing mother. She rests from her labors.