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ltlBllJlnnnl00ulnlnmmmiu00 - !!- mnuunmnuuouml00lmmnnumnunuuulummlmmamn l'agc 10 The Glenville Democrat/Pathfinder -- Thursday, January 1, 2009 Obituaries MAYRIE LAW BRISSEY Mayrie Law Bressie. 97. of Cumberland. OH: died Sunday. De- cember 7. 2007 at her home. She was born on December 30. 1910 in Ritchie County, the daughter of Royston D. and Gertie Law. She was a 1931 graduate of Tanner High School Mrs. Brissey was a former em- ployee of the Naval Supply Depot, Norfolk. VA. and retired in 1956 from Ritchie County She was a member of the Claysville Uni ted Methodist Church. Claysville Homemakers Club. East Union Homemakers. and a member of the Farm Bureau Women. She was also a member of the Lay Speakers Organi- zation of the Methodist Church and a member of the East Ohio Conference of the United Methodist Church. Mrs. Brissey was preceded in death by her husband. Albert E. Brissey, October 6. 1978: sister: Boneva Russell and brothers: Herman. Harlan. Vernon and Byrl Law. She is sur- vived bv a brother. Darrell G. {Sarah) Law of New Martinsville and a num- ber of nieces and nephews. Services were held at Claysville United Methodist Church with burial in the Zion Cemetery in Westland Township, near Claysville. Mock-Miller Funeral Home in New Concord was in charge of arrange- ments. OLEN JAMES "BUCK" WHITE Olen James "Buck" White, age 73. of Spruce Run Rd.. Glenville. de- parted this life at 3:00 a.m., Tuesday December 23.2008. at his residence, following an extended illness. He was born September 16. 1935. at Rosedale. Gilmer Co.. son of the late James and Edith Minney White A Marine Veteran and owner and operator of White's Heating & Air Conditioning for over 20 years. Buck loved life and attended the Church of God of Prophecy in Sand Fork. On September 16. 1965. he was united m marriage to Rosa Hardman White. who survives at their Spruce Run home. Surviving is one daughter. Edie Helmick. and husband. Robert. of Burnsville. Also surviving from his first mar- rmge are two daughters ahd one son. Rhonda Ortega of Las Vegas. NV. Dawn Schwamb and husband. Kenard. of Kentucky, and Ronald Wtfitnr'ife. Jennifer. of Medina. OH? .......  ............ Buck also has eight grandchildren and two great grandchildren surviv- ing. Mr. White was the last surviving member of his immediate family, having been preceded in death by two brothers. Carl and Carm el White. one foster daughter. Jennifer Hook. and one grandson. Darren Goodrich. Jr. Funeral services were conducted at 11:00 a.m.. Monday, December 29. 2008. at the Ellyson Mortuary, Inc.. Glenvflle. with Pastor Bryan Groves officiating. Burial followed in the White Family Cemetery on Buck's farm. Ellyson Mortuary. Inc. assisted the family of Olen J. "Buck" White with the arrangements. The offices of The Glenville DemocratPathfinder will close early on Wednesday, December 31. and will be closed on New Year's Day. i,Bennett and Son Monuments & Markers Inside and outside displays + Grantsville 354-6162 Gilmer Goings On ilmer Goings On 7 t,,- FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY Friends of the Library will be meeting January 121 2009 at 10 am in our public library. Thank you to all who come and help, when help is needed. CHURCH OPEN EACH MORNING FOR PRAYER Beginnmg January 2, GLENVILLE COMMUNITY CHURCH located on Walnut Street next to the Library, wilt be open from 7-8 am, Monday through Friday, for anyone who would like a quiet place to pray. We believe there is a great need for God's people to come together and seek His face, asking for his help and mercy upon our NATION. We also believe there is a great need to pray for our FAMI- LIES, our COMMUNITY, and for EACH OTHER. I want you to feel welcome and free to pray as the Lord leads you. Please stop in as little as often as you like, and stay as short or as long as you like. We have talked about prayer, read books on prayer, heard sermons about prayer; now maybe it is TIME TO PRAY. Hoping to see you there: Pastor Randy and Cindy Wilson. 462-4478. Our Neighbors ' WEST FORK CONSERVATION DISTRICT BOARD OF SUPERVI- SORS MEETING The West Fork Conservation District Board of Supervisors monthly meet- ing will be held January 6, 2009 at the USDA Service Center at Mt. Clare beginning at 9:00 a.m. Contact Dinah Hannah, Admininstrative Officer at 627-2610. EPA Launches National Radon Action Month Did you know? Breathing home indoor radon causes nearly 100 times more deaths each year than carbon monoxide.ng..,, Ra ':" ........... : "* .......... don ls the ., .2d3eaiifR'cause or rang cancer nenlna smoRmg. Some 20.000 people will die this year due to breathing too much radon without even knowing it. Responding to this danger. EPA is joining state, local, and tribal govern- ments, community groups, public health organizations, and industry in designating January as National Ra- don Action Month. to raise public awareness and promote actions re- ducing these risks. "In our. national drive to reduce greenhouse gases by making our homes greener, we shouldn't forget that they can't truly be green without being safe places for people to live." said Marcus Peacock. EPA's deputy administrator. "It's remarkablyeasy to protect our loved ones by testing for radon and building new homes with radon-resistant features that al- low everyone to breathe freely and safely." As part of Radon Action Month. EPA has released a public service announcements featuring Fuad Reveiz, a member of the National Association of Home Builders and former NFL Pro Bowl place-kicker. "It's simple and cost-effective to build new homes with radon-resistant features," said Reveiz. "It makes sense to do it right from the start." Radon is an invisible radioacnve gas that seeps into homes undetected through foundation cracks, and can reach harmful levels if trapped in- doors. It travels up from underground sources ofurani am in the earth's crust. Familv Foot Care Warts Specializing In: (_/ Heel Pain X-Rays in Office ff"00 Diabetic Foot Care ",4 Corns and Calluses Bunions and Hammer Toes DIABETIC & CUSTOM MOLDED SHOES By Bob Henry Baber My name is Don McClung. Every- thing I herein recount (about one cold winter's night on Lost Flats. in Green- brier County) is true. The following prelude happened 82 years before my own story, which took place the week after Christmas, in 1962. HOw Cold Knob and Lost Flats got nmned, or by whom. nobody seems to know, but well-named they are. Both have challenged many a mountain- eer. Well over a century age, one of the region's first pioneers. William Costillo Baber. lived with his family in his mountain home about four miles from the present day of Richwood, which had not yet been founded. It was November, and William wanted to get in the family's supplies before winter set it. Since there were as yet no railroads, he traveled with a neighbor in a two-horse wagon to the distant hamlet of Ronvecerte. He took along his beloved dog, Shep. Even m good conditions, the distance was a day's journey, and the next day was spent securing and loading supplies. On the morning of their return trip, William and Shep awoke to find that some snow had fallen in Ronceverte. which was 2000 feet lower in eleva- tion than the home-place. Slowly, the party traveled up and over Cold Knob. However. just a few miles from shel- ter and the warmth of hearth, the trav- elers discovered a bear's tracks in the road. In those days, the flesh of the bear was prized for food, and the skin could be sold for much-needed cash. William was anxmus to find the bear. so he instructed his friend to go on home ith the loaded wagon. His plan was to track the bear to its lair, mark its spot, and then walk the reamining distance home. When, af- ter a few hours, he failed to return, his son James became alarmed. A search party was organized and began the difficult task of finding William. Just after nightfall, they found the object of their search. Apparently, due to hypothermia, or perhaps a stroke. William had become bewildered and had waded a stream of water for some distance before he got out on the op- posite side and sat down with his back up against a tree. This is where his frozen body was found. Shep was still with him and had kept the panthers from harming the body of his master. The search p ! could see the small and larger conce,  tric paths he and the wild animals"lia  beaten around William. The search- ers built a bier from branches and carried the dead man ten miles through the snow and woods back to his home. Legend has it that when the search party found him. one outstretched hand was cupped and held upwards and was filled freshly fallen powder... For me, it all started innocently enough. My younger brother. Delmas. from Rupert. came over to Richwood to go turkey hunting with another brother. Dennis. I loaned them my old '49 Ford pickup because it already had chains on it and they were going to go out the Greenbrier Road. They planned to hunt around Mannings Knob, where the infamous Civil War spy, Nancy Hart. is buried. I am sure they didn't realize how deep the snow would prove to be. Late in the afternoon, I went down to pay my gas bill at the corner Pure Oil. I preferred going there because they gave the Top Value Stamps I was collecting. After I returned home, I began to become uneasy about the boys. I got to thinking that my truck was old and might not start. So I put chains on Dennis' car, got my little dog, Tippy, a feisty little mutt, and headed up the mountain. I never thought to get a light- I didn't think I would be needing it. I drove out Green- brier Road. Just past the Mullens' house. I found my truck parked on the side of the road in a deeP snowdrift. It was still light enough for me to see where the mailman had delivered to the B aber's mailbox. Henry B aber and his wife lived on a mountaintop farm a half mile in from the mailbox. Theirs was the last house on the road until you went up and across Cold Knob and down into Trout- 30 long and hard miles away. I quickly made the decision to walk down to see if the Babers had seen the boys. I'd truly hoped that they had, because if they hadn't, it was hard telling where they were in that vast wilderness. When I arrived at the Babers'. Henry's wife. Tessie. answered the door. She was a DENNIS MCCLUNG (L) AND DON MCCLUNG TAKEN IN BEVERAGE BARABERSHOP 1962, RICHWOOD stout woman with a warm Christian face, white hair. and a deserving repu- tation for being one of the best cooks in these parts. I could smell a black- berry cobbler wafting from the back of the kitchen. It smelled awfully good! "Come in. Come in, Don. What brings you out on a bitter night like this?" "I'm looking for my brothers, Delmas and Dennis. They came out this way turkey hunting. You haven't seen them, have you?" "No, I haven't," she said, as a sen- ous look of concern swept across her face. "but it's a frightfully cold night to be out in the woods if that's where they are." Tessie, who had braved many a wicked gale and seen tem- peratures over 30 below, knew as welt as any person alive just how cruel and relentless these mountains could be. By this time, I figured something was wrong. They should have been coming in. Them was another thing that bothered me; a freezing fog was starting to set it. It was then that I realized that I didn't have a light to go searching with! "I wish Henry could go with you, but he's in bed. sick with the flu," Tessie said as she handed me a kero- sene lantern she'd fetched from the basement. "Be careful, Don." I retraced my steps back to the truck, but just before I .got, 1,here, ,I noticed,, c_loseby to a big sugar tree; a huge turkey track that headed over the mountain. When I looked closer, I noticed the boys' tracks, too. They'd given the chase below the north ridge of the mountain, just below the Baber place. I tracked them downhill to Little Laurel. The snow was drifted and deep, and t was rough going. I remember the laurel leaves were curled and huddling as close to their stems as they could get. The heavy frost on them glistened when the light of my lamp slid over them. "Delmas! Dennis!" I hollered repeatedly, but they d!dn't respond. All 1 could hear was the lonely echo of my voice bouncing from mountain to mountain before it evaporated into the fog. My alarm grew by leaps and bounds when I realized that the boys had penetrated even deeper into the wildernes and out of earshot. I knew something was seriously wrong and I'd have to go on. However, when I shook the lantern, 1 realized it was nearly out of fuel. Since I knew approximately where I was. I thought all I'd have to do was scale straight up the mountain, as op- posed to redoing the long loop I'd just made. To my dismay, when I got to the top, the fog had gotten so thick that I couldn't even see the house. So I zigzagged along the spine of the mountain and picked my way along an old fence line until I could finally see the dim lights of the house. Tessie became even more worried when she saw that I'd returned without the boys. "Do you think something's hap= pened to them, Don? I'm getting wor- ried," she said as I came into the welcome heat of the Baber home. Before I headed back out into the cold. dark night, Tessie filled the lan- tern and gave me two bags of leftover Christmas cookies. She also gave me some stick matches in a used medi- cine jar. I proceeded to retrace my steps, but when I got to Little Laurel, it was completely frozen over. Carefully, I crossed the crackling ice that covered the creek. Despite the disorienting fog, I followed the crusted bed up- stream and headed towards Lost Flats and Town Rocks. I was in good shape from working in the mines, but al- ready, I was beginning to tire from randomly falling through the knee- deep crust and half-hollowed ice. I finally had to stop for a rest. It was then that I realized my dog was not with me. I knew Tippy had crossed the creek with me. so I re- traced my steps yet again. Again half- way down the mounain there she sat. 'worn'out from following me by jump- ing from track to track. So I had to pick her up- she weighed about 30 pounds- and carry her in with me. It was simply too far to take her back to the Babers', so I proceeded on. my la.ntern in one hand. my dog in the other. I struggled to climb the hill. I was still following my brothers' tracks when I came to the lower end of Town Rocks. The area was covered with their wanderings- so much so that I couldn't sort out that had happened or where they'd gone. 1could only sumise that they's become lost because they were obviously doubling and tripling back on their own paths. I put Tippy on the ground to rest my arms and try to figure out what to do next. I had to get away from their switch backing and try to find where they'd jumped off the rim of the rocks. After what seemed like an hour of tracking back and forth, I finally found where they'd jumped. I was shocked by the height.! It was aaearlya 15,foot drop ? That ys Wayloohjgh,fr me to jump, so I backed up and found a place where I could get down without jumping. Before I slid down on my butt, feet first, I thought to myselL "If I get hurt, we might all perish !" It was a thought I had to banish in order to push myselfofffrom that rock! Thank- fully, I made it okay. To tell you the truth. I was getting more afraid since I was no longer sure which side of Lost Flats either of us was on. I was thankful Mrs. Baber had given me some matches because I didn't smoke and my brotfiers had used up all of their matches. Repeatedly I tried to get a fire going, watching fretfully as my matches dwindled down to just a few. With each failure, my heart pumped in my ears-and I felt the choke of panic begin to surround my chest like an unwelcome bear hug. I blew and blew on that smoking kin- dling until I was dizzy and sick. Fi- nally, I saw a small flame emerge and directly heard the crackling of burn- ing wood. It was one of the best sounds I'd ever heard! By the time I returned, the boys looked worse than ever: ashen, blue, and obviously frozen to the core! I could tell they were fading, although I repeatedly assured them otherwise. Delmas and I helped Dennis fireside. After a difficult time. we finally ar- rived. They wanted to get to it in the worse way. In fact. they practically climbed on top of it. and I had to pull them back to keep them from catch- ing themselves on fire! Then I took off my coat and laid it on the ground for Dennis. I put Tippy beside him to help keep him warm. I made a place for Delmas on the other side. Miracu- lously, the growing light from the fire revealed still more dry wqod nearby that seemed as if the Good Lord put it there Himself. As I took my lantern in hand and headed back across Lost Flats to the Baber farm and help, I could only pray that it was enough to sustain them. In my heart. I felt that if I didn't get back to them before the fire burned out. they'd surely freeze to death ! My first attempt to get across re- suited in my making a huge circle right back to where they lay ! I have no ideaI was doing so, of course, until, to my disbelief, I saw their fire emerge eerily from the fog. I noted that their stock of wood had dwindled consid- erably, but it was too late to look for more. Quickly, I hid the lantern be- hind my back so they wouldn't see it and be discouraged by the fact that I. too, had become disoriented and lost. I struck out again with the last en-" ergy I had. I don't have to tell you 1 was calling up to heaven and saying over and over, "You're going to have to help me, Lord, if I'm going to make it!" While I was praying, I stumbled onto the old railroad grade at Little Laurel and knew 1 was close to the Baber farm. Because of the fog, though, I couldn't take a chance on cutting straight to it. So, althougfi I was nearly too tired to lift my feet. l had to take the long way around and retrace the steps I'd taken almost ten hours earlier. When I finally got to the Baber farm. Tessie was still awake; she'd never gone to bed. She greeted me with fried bacon and eggs. Wast- mg no time, I called my friend John Waselchalk and explained the crisis. The readily agreed to come with his big Dodge Power Wagon and said he'd call Perry Price to come with him to help in the rescue. I was so cold- or so much in a state of shock- that I couldn't eat from the violent shaking of my hands; and it seemed the warmer I got. the worse I shook. Soon. another group sum- moned by Tessie arrived at the farm and we all joined" forces and started out for Mannings Knob. The search party included Arden and Bob Bayless. and two other men whose names I no longer recall. The snow was so deep we had to stop every so often to knock the tops off the drifts. Just before we got to where the boys were, we spun out and a rock cut the side out of a tire. While some of the party put on a spare, the rest of us went on ahead and got the boys and my dog. When we got back. we put Den- nis in the front seat, right next to the heater, and headed back over the trail we'd just blazed. When we got back to Richwood. t was 6:30 in the morning, and the sun was coming up. My dad. Oather McClung, andmy brother, in-taw, Bull Pittsenbarger, were waiting at the house to seewhat the outcome would be. I noticed some of the eyes were pretty wet and red that that room. too, as heartfelt hugs, greetings, and thanks were exchanged all around. Believe it or not, the next year, I went hunting in the same area with Dennis. Not very far from where I'd stepped on his arm that cold and fright- ful night, Dennis shot a 21 pound turkey! I've often wondered if it weren't that very same trouble-mak- ing turkey! When I recollect on this closebrush with tragedy, I can only thank the good Lord for guiding me across Lost Flats and back to the Baber farm. where I could call for help. Of course. all lives have their traumas. In 1954. I was in a bad rock fall in the mines and was pinned for four hours before I was rescued. It was a bad experi- ence. I've had others. But nothing in my lifetime stands out more than that very cold, late December night in 1962, when my brothers nearly lost their lives in he Appalachian wilder- ncss. Once in a while, I think of the old patriarch. William Baber (who froze to death up there on Cold Knob so many years before I was born). I surmise that h e would have been proud to know that some of his progeny had helped save two young men from coming to that awful ending to which he's come (back in 1880). I'd like to say one more thing to Mrs. Baber (if she can hear me up there in heaven). Over the holidays a couple of years after their ordeal, my brothers said to me that those slightly stale cookies you sent for them were the best Christmas presents they'd ever gotten, and nothing- not even turkey smothered in gravy- has tasted as good since! As told by Don McClung to Bob Henry Baber, grandson of Tessie and Henry Baber. written' in February 2004. The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. -Nelson Henderson KIDDY MONUMENT CO Serving Gilmer & Surrounding Counties Since 1953 COLLINS, INSURANCE AGENCY Dr navld II llndnmnn +o.+ to see Gilmer County since I. /_ Your Hometown Independent Ant II mRiln in ,i,m.,m,..n,.'-,' ..-'  1"71' For vour home mobilehome farm ,,ersonl ,,* BItl$1t-tallcR ) commercial au'to, life, ATe, motorcycle, ;oat camper flood?' Pndintri00t/,qnuroenn Select Granite o Ouaiilv Wcrkmanshio "m,at+ / buaine$$1NSURANCE&bond$ " ' ,.. v..=*, =,=, J ...= . .... . - " - -- ' ..... "  --Multi.Peh'cyDiscountsAvailable. 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