Thursday, September 20, 1951
L. O. Simmons, of Marlinton, celebrated his 77th birthday at his home here on Sunday, September 16, 1951. He is much improved in health after undergoing several major operations at the Clifton Forge Hospital in the past few months.
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R. Poe Weiford, aged 79 years, died unexpectedly at his home in Buckhannon September 17. His body will be buried in his former hometown of Hillsboro, Pocahontas County.
CALLED TO SERVICE
The following soldiers were called to Charleston to be inducted into service on Tuesday:
Marlinton: Gale Madison Boggs, Everette Earl Carr, Glen Ray Beverage.
Clover Lick: Ligon Lee Kessler
FATAL ACCIDENT
Joe Wheeler Lindsey, aged 51 years, of Mingo, was instantly killed Saturday night near Cass.
A few hours later, Roscoe Taylor, aged 20 years, of Dunmore, died of injuries received in the same wreck.
Lyle Burchfield, of Frost, aged 19 years, is in the Pocahontas Memorial Hospital with serious injuries. He is the son of Rose Burchfield and was home from the Army on a short furlough.
Denver Kennedy, aged about 20 years, is in the hospital with less serious injuries.
The car in which they were riding was struck by a truck loaded with logs.
Roscoe Taylor was a son of Mr. and Mrs. Forrest Taylor. On Tuesday afternoon, his body was buried; the service was held at Wesley Chapel.
The funeral of Mr. Lindsey was held from the Methodist Church in Valley Head. He is survived by two sons and two daughters.
OUR BOYS AND GIRLS IN SERVICE
Mr. and Mrs. Rose Burchfield, of Huntersville, send in the following letter from their son, Corporal William A. Burchfield, who is somewhere in Korea:
Hello Mom, Dad and everyone back in old West Virginia, especially in good old Pocahontas:
How’re things going back there?
Sure wish I could be there. Suppose it is a bit warm there now. Well, it never has been as hot in West Virginia as it gets over here sometimes. It gets so hot you can hardly breathe without a flame going down your throat. There is some shade there too, and if there is much shade in Korea, I have never seen it and I have seen a little bit of Korea, too. When the sun goes down, the mosquitoes are so thick and, like bees, they try to carry you away. But now the nights have begun to cool off, and I sure hope I can be out of Korea by winter. At least I should be, and I will say the same thing for every other G. I.
I do not want any of my buddies or any other boys to have to come over here to spend the winter…
We are all hoping the war will be over by then, and I know the Korean natives would love to see it over too; for they have no houses to live in; no farm crops; no nothing. Most all the men have to hide out to keep Chinese and North Koreans from finding them. Almost every day we see a group of natives, walking along the road, going south. They go back to our troops in the area. There they can get food and some place to live, while their small little stick and mud houses are being torn down and burned up and their small fields of rice and other crops are being destroyed.
Where a company of tanks has been, there is nothing much left. The houses we do not run over or through, we burn down. That is one way of getting the Chinese and North Korean soldiers out of them. You can see old men walking, leading a cow or an ox as a pack horse, and the women and girls have their belongings tied in a bundle on their heads and babies on their backs. Quite a picture to bear in mind…
BIRTHS
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Gene Perine, of Hillsboro, a daughter.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Brown, of Marlinton, a daughter.
DEATH
Daniel Lorain Gum was born July 17, 1926, near Green Bank and passed away August 4, 1951, in a Hinton hospital from injuries received in an automobile accident near Clifftop, Fayette county.
He was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Merritt Gum, and he is also survived by one brother, Kerth, at home. Funeral service was conducted from the Dunmore Methodist Church with interment in the family plot in the nearby Dunmore cemetery.
“He has solved it, life’s wonderful problem,
The deepest, the strangest, the last,
And into the school of the angels,
With the answer forever has passed.
How strange he should sleep so profoundly
So young, so unworn, by the strife,
While beside him, brimful of hope’s nectar,
Untouched, stood the goblet of life…”
