I had to cut this article up and enlarge it to make it legible. 1st. is the original article, followed by the enlarged version.
I grew up in Logan, West Virginia. Most of my stories are about my childhood but I write about anything that I feel like writing about. I have been posting some great pictures that I found at my Granny Brennan's house - some of them from the turn of the century
1.newspaper notice about burn injury in the number 15 mine.
2.PTA membership Card
3.newspaper notice about union organizing meeting as well as the wives of the young democrats meeting.
4.Knights of Pythias membership card (hmmm...always wondered what in the world that was)
5.Boy Scout Leader Card
6.receipt from Junior Order of American Mechanics
7.Insurance Card
1. Young Democratic Clubs Membership Card
2. WVa Drivers License - printed on stiff paper like a business card of today.
3 and 4 - Perry Como Collector's Card and the back of the card with a fortune like a crackerjack prize.
5 and 6 - Junior Mercantile Card and back of card. The Junior Mercantile Store was a top of the line store in Logan WV. You would be surprised by the availability of upscale, fashionable clothes. When I was growing up the Mercantile was still there as well as stores such as McCormicks and Peerys. All those store (except McCormicks which has scaled back) closed in the 80's when the coal companies pulled out saying there was no more mineable coal in WV.
Actually it was just a move to bust the unions (which they did) and also to force the state of WV to forgive 100's of millions of dollars worth of fines and back taxes which were never paid so that the mines would open again. Thereby bringing back jobs and mountaintop mining which makes strip mining look like childsplay. A move that will be repeated if coal companies are not allowed to run mountaintop mines because they don't want the added expense of underground mining.
Picture number 2 - who knew they had trailers back then. If you look at the enlarged picture you can see lunch buckets hanging from the window. The trailer is setting up on railroad ties and the front step is a railroad tie. There is also an antennae on the back of the trailer. It used to be my Uncle Bud's job to run the line. (If the antennae went out he had to follow the line to the top of the mountain and fix whatever was messing up the reception.) I guarantee you that was a sucky job to have!
Picture 1 is my mom playing at a washtub. It looks like she has a push broom in her hands to me. There is a sledge hammer by the steps and corn shucks are scattered around the trash barrel that is full of ashes.
hmmm...looks like I need to go back and enlarge a few pictures. I have just figured out how to do that and the details you can see are pretty cool from a historical perspective.
2. The baby is my Aunt Mary Ann. I am almost positive.
My mom still remembers that tricycle. She has many fond memories of riding around the boardinghouse on a porch that extended around 3 sides of the house. It was a grand place to play. She even remembers the squeaky wheel. I have heard the story many times.
My Granny used to cook 3 square meals a day for the miners. She also made their beds and provided clean sheets and she kept the showers sparkling clean too. In addition to running the boardinghouse and keeping it immaculate, she also had 4 small children to care for. When she was finished with that she would work on the garden and tend the animals (cows must be milked twice a day) and of course there was canning and churning to be done because the only thing they bought at the store was sugar.