While traveling from
Virginia Beach to Cincinnati, we took a stop over in Beckley. We had
stayed at the Beckley Exhibition campground before but they had been overnights and we
didn't have a chance to check out the activities. There is actually quite
a lot going on within walking distance of the RV park. There is a fitness
mountain trail that runs around the park. There is of course the Beckley
Exhibition Coal Mine. Then there is the Mountain Homestead, and if that
isn't enough there is the Youth Museum of Southern WV. The walk down
from the campground was a picturesque path that started at the edge of the
campground and worked its way along the side of the hill above the entrance to
the mine shaft. The building behind it is
the old school house. The
Homestead spreads out on both sides of the mine giving the whole place a kind of
community feeling. We made our way to the office and after proper
introductions began our tour. The train runs about every 45 minutes or so
and there was plenty of time before the next train departed. We decided to
take
a look around the Homestead. As we wandered down the main street we came across
Patricia Neal who was one of the presenters who worked there. We spent the
rest of our time there and completely overshot the time for the train ride.
She explained all kinds of things about the old building and the items which
were held within. Of particular interest to me was an item that I don't remember
ever running across before. I spotted it sitting in the corner of one
of the buildings. Patricia explained about the
weasel
wheel which was used to collect spun yarn. it was often run by the children. when a yard of thread was wound on the
weasel a small wooden peg would "pop" giving rise to the rhyme "Pop goes the weasel"
We continued working our way down the road, stopping at each cabin to peer
inside to see what treasure was hiding within. There was a well stocked
general store containing all those
wonderful old boxes and cans with their picturesque
labels. From soap to beans the shelves were stocked with
all the things that a small town would want. Further down the lane we
found a small outbuilding and inside was an old copper still, ready for the mash
and a little fire. The lane ran out at the home of one of Beckley's
prominent citizens. Inside Patricia began explaining the use of the
various things that were on display. It was during our discussion about
moving the house to its present location that we learned that the last resident
was still alive and in fact was one of the presenters at the park.
Ninety-two year old Buford Hartsog had taught
school for some 30 years in
Beckley and now give talks at the old school house on he
other side of the coal
nine which is in the middle of the park. We were delighted to find out that Buford was actually working in the part and
headed off to find him in the old school house which was the house we saw as we
walked down the hill from the RV park. For the next hour or so, as
visitors came and went, Buford regaled us with stories of life in Beckley and
what it was like teaching school in a mining town. He even took an opportunity
to demonstrate the old time disciplinary device so prevalent in those
time. It was a delight to hear the stories and picture what the town was
like from all the old pictures along the walls. In a way it seemed like a
simpler life and in others it seemed so much harder then life is today.
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