Fifty years ago was on
vacation this week…
Seventy Years Ago
December 27, 1951
Our Boys and Girls in Service
Corporal Russell Strawder with the Army in Korea, is reported as wounded. He is the son of Mrs. and Mrs. Cecil Strawder, of Durbin.
Private Glen Beverage, of Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, is spending a 10-day furlough with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Clawson Beverage, of Marlinton.
Among the servicemen home for the holidays are Ormon Tyree and Max White, both of the Signal Corps, stationed at Camp Gordon, Georgia.
Private Eddie Lightner, of the Air Force, is home on furlough with his mother, Mrs. May Lightner. He has been stationed in Greenland for the past year.
Lieut. Joel Hannah, of the Infantry, is home for Christmas with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. George V. Hannah.
John C. Curry, Surveyor Second Class, of the United States Naval Reserve, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert Curry, of Marlinton, has returned from active duty. He has been in service with Construction Battalion Detachment 1301 in the Far East.
Among the students from this community home from the University for the Christmas holidays are Dallas Walker, Joan Morrison and Richard Cutlip.
45 Years Ago
This winter, 45 years ago, in 1907, the snow fell and laid until spring. They shoveled snow from Mace to Woods Dilley’s on Clover Creek. This was necessary for Martin Crummett to get the mail horseback through from Mingo to Clover Lick. Some times he would leave his horse and walk the rest of the way. The snow was three to four feet deep.
The people who shoveled snow for my schoolmates at Mace School morning and evening were James Rhea, Walter Rhea, James Smith, John Smith, Minnie Smith, Willie Doyle, Ada Doyle, Gracie Mace, Ruth Mace, Forrest Mace, Ona Louk, Rufus Louk; Andrew, Bud, Johnnie, Myrtle and Rella Beal; Forrest Marshall, Bee Jordan; Maggie, Ona and Oliver Painter; and Harry Smith.
Take one regular born fool, add one or two drinks of bootleg liquor, any other may be substituted, and mix the two in a high powered motor car. After the fool is thoroughly soaked, place his foot on the gas and release the brakes. Remove the fool from the wreckage. Place in a black satin-lined box and garnish with flowers.
An insurance agent asked a cowboy if he had ever had any accidents.
“No,” replied the cowboy. “None to speak of… a bronc kicked in a couple of my ribs and busted my collar bone and a rattlesnake bit me last year.”
“Good gracious,” said the agent, “don’t you call those accidents?”
“No,” said the cowpuncher, “they done it on purpose.”
Several days after his father died, little Johnny was stopped on the street by a neighbor.
“What were your poor father’s last words?” asked the neighbor.
“He didn’t have any,” Johnny replied. “Mama was with him to the end.”
“That you, Jake?”
“Yep, this is Jake.”
“It doesn’t sound like Jake.”
“Well, this is Jake speaking all right.”
“Are you sure this is Jake?”
“Sure, this is Jake!”
“Well, listen, Jake. This is Henry. Lend me fifty dollars.”
“All right. I’ll tell Jake when he comes in.”
“Were there any powder marks on the body of the deceased man?” asked the coroner.
“Certainly there were powder marks,” replied the wife. “That’s why I shot him.”