I just found this photo and I’m in love with it because this picture truly says a thousand words, as the old saying goes. 

It is from Welch, West Virginia in the 1940s. The first thing that jumped out at me was the writing on the lower left of the restaurant’s window. It says “We Cash Koppers Scrip” – a reference to the scrip issued to miners rather than cash from the Koppers Coal Company for use in their company stores to purchase food, clothing, and other basic necessities.

Scrip was initially not transferable until the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 outlawed the practice, which had previously completely locked in a miner to spending the scrip in the company store without option. Local businesses took advantage of the change in law to offer cash in exchange for scrip (at a cost, of course). Of course, it wasn’t nearly as beneficial in those instances where the coal camp was so remote that the town couldn’t sustain an alternative to the company store.

The practice of using scrip was finally banned altogether in 1967. 

Not coincidentally, the establishment lists its beer license right under that statement as beer wouldn’t have been available in the company stores. They say necessity is the mother of invention but time has revealed to me that profit must be the father of invention. Sadly, alcohol has always been a factor in the coalfields. where the men toiled long days doing backbreaking work who were often desperate for some type of escape from the pain in their bodies or the loneliness in their minds. This demand for alcohol married with local businesses cash registers to create a new way for coal miners to lose the value of their hard-earned dollars, as these scrip exchanges came with a fee.

I would also like to point out how well-dressed the gentleman is sitting on the stoop. It was an different era in so many ways – days that have truly gone by.

The coal boom has passed and the scrip system has long been a memory so it is great that folks took the time to capture these moments on camera for us all to see and learn from.

A hazy, misty morning road on a seldom traveled backroad snaking up the hillside and disappearing out of view. It just seems like the perfect road to lead to some mysterious and potentially foreboding destination.

I normally don’t like traveling alone but, occasionally, it allows some time for introspection. I zoned out while driving and really didn’t even know where I was at when this view grabbed my attention. I was in a little bit of a hurry to get to my destination but I couldn’t resist stopping to soak up the scene.

I turned my car off and stepped out to check it out and grab this pic. It was another place that was eerily quiet, the only thing I heard was the sound of gravels crunching beneath me as I walked toward the road.

I got to the foot of the hill and just paused. I took this picture then stood still scanning the whole scene. It was a little chilly but that mountain air was so crisp and clean that I closed my eyes and filled my lungs several times to absorb as much as I could.

I opened my eyes back up and just stood there a little longer just to get a little more of the experience. A lot of times in life you aren’t aware that you’re in “a moment” until it is over with, but this time I knew full well I would this one.

I really don’t need to see this picture because the memory is seared in my mind but I wanted to share it with y’all and I hope you like it.

Williamson, West Virginia, in Mingo County is a city that is known as the “Heart of the Billion Dollar Coalfields.” A visit to Williamson is a must for anyone curious about coal history in Appalachia. Williamson is one of the many locations in the coalfields to currently be in transition from its coal-centric past to a more diverse economy.

The area that is now Williamson was once part of a single-family owned farming property of John Green as granted by the Commonwealth of Virginia (prior to the birth of West Virginia) in 1795. The land was sold off through the years until a large parcel ended up in the hands of what would become the city’s namesake family led by Benjamin Williamson in 1858 (many feel the city was actually named for Benjamin’s son, Wallace J. Williamson.) The Williamson family ended up conveying the land to the Williamson Mining and Manufacturing Co. in 1891.

The railroad that would soon become known as the Norfolk & Western Railway began to lay track and the year 1901 saw coal mining begin to take hold in the Williamson area.

Williamson continued to grow in population and wealth as it became a major hub for the mining and railroad industries. In 1905, Williamson had grown to the point that it became chartered as a city. The early city experienced problems with fires as many of the buildings and homes in the area were built from the plentiful wood in the area. Williamson continued to grow and flourish despite these setbacks.

The prosperity led to the development of one of the most unique landmarks in all of Appalachia, the Coal House Building, in 1933. The concept of the Coal House Building owes to the then manager of the Norfolk & Western Railways Fuel Department, O.W. Evans. The Coal House Building was built as a tribute to the contribution of coal in the development of the city. Designed by local architect Hassell T. Hicks of Welch, WV, the exterior walls are made of 65 tons of coal from the local Winifrede Seam. The building exterior was designed to be weather-resistant but did suffer major interior damage from a fire in 2010. The Coal House Building currently serves as the Tug Valley Chamber of Commerce.

Williamson is located along the Tug Fork of the Big Sandy River which has proved problematical due to flooding issues. In fact, many cite the “Great Flood of ’77” as a turning point in the fortunes of this once thriving city. The flood wiped out numerous businesses and rendered over 2,000 people homeless. Engineering and structural changes arose after this flood in response to the overwhelming devastation to prevent a similar occurrence in the future.

Today, the downtown area of Williamson is similar to other coalfield cities in transition such as Welch and Bluefield. A lot of positive developments are interspersed with dilapidated homes and buildings as the city attempts to revitalize the downtown area. The city has a rich coal history to draw upon and overlaps much of the Hatfield & McCoy Feud attractions giving reason for continued optimism for further advancements.

The population was an estimated 2,676 in 2019 down from the high of 9,410 in 1930, making Williamson down more than 1/3 from its heyday.

“The Heart of the Billion Dollar Coalfields” is still beating and very much alive despite the loss of much of the coal industry revenue from the past.

Most of the time when you see John Douglas Wayside between Lebanon and Abingdon, Virginia, your first thought usually isn’t history but more likely, “yikes, I better hit the brakes so the cops won’t bust me for speeding,” I have the tickets to prove this is a legitimate fear.

The real story is that this wayside is named in honor of John Douglas who was a scout at Black’s Fort (now known as the town of Abingdon). In July 1776, Douglas was with a friend, William Benham, on a mission to warn residents of the Clinch Settlements of an impending Indian attack. Douglas and Benham had stopped along the way to eat lunch on a flat rock near the sight of the John Douglas Wayside when a shot rang out of the mountains and Douglas was killed. The shooter was never found but was presumed to be a warrior from the Cherokee Indian Tribe of the notorious Chief Dragging Canoe.

I’ve driven by this wayside for decades and never knew this story until recently. It just goes to show how much history is on virtually every street corner that we often take for granted. So, the next time you pass through the area slow down for the police, stop by to take a little break from driving and soak in a little slice of history. –

I passed by the Bowling Chapel Methodist Church in Roan Mountain, Tennessee a while back and couldn’t resist stopping for a picture, it drew me in like a moth to a flame. I just thought it was very photogenic and actually knew nothing of its history until I got back home and did a little research. I discovered that in addition to its obvious beauty and charm, it holds a tragic past.

The church was holding a revival service on a Tuesday evening in October of 1933 with the local constable, John Arnett, leading the choir in singing. According to news reports of the time, Arnett was reaching for his song hymnal following prayer when a shot rang out and a bullet struck him in the back. Arnett lived until that Friday before finally succumbing to the wound.

Witnesses outside fingered Arnett’s cousin, Howard Arnett, in the shooting, stating that he’d fired through an open window in the church. It was determined the murder was the result of backlash caused by John Arnett’s cracking down on rampant lawlessness in the area. In the end, Howard Arnett, Dayton Arnett and Robert Julian would each be sent to prison for their role in the shooting. A senseless tragedy in what is usually considered a safe place of worship and fellowship.

Bowling Chapel Methodist Church is an alluring landmark that combines captivating appeal, history and tragedy under one roof. Time has moved on and the people have passed away or attend a different facility, yet the church still stands tall, mysterious and, in its own weathered way, quite beautiful.

The last time I passed by, the church had been given a facelift with a new roof and numerous repairs and upgrades. It looks primed to last for another 100 years now. I found out the repairs were paid for by a local businessman, Floyd Storie, who funded the project to save the church from falling into ruin. Storie had attended the church as a small boy with his family and it had a special place in his heart.

Sadly, it would become a dying act as Mr. Storie would pass away shortly after its completion in October of 2018. He had been too sick to attend a homecoming celebration for the remodeling project held a week prior to his death but Floyd Storie was on the hearts and minds of attendees grateful for his efforts.

Floyd Storie might have passed away but his legacy lives on with the Bowling Chapel Methodist Church. Count me among those who are grateful for his kind efforts.

A lot of folks aren’t aware these days that many Appalachians once celebrated Christmas on January 6^th rather than the traditional December 25^th holiday we are accustomed to these days. It is known as “Old Christmas” and was brought to America from Great Britain.

The change dates back to 1752 when the British Parliament voted to adopt the more Catholic-friendly Gregorian calendar rather than the Julian calendar that was used previously. While it sounds simple enough, an issue arose due to the fact that the Julian calendar had included 11 more days per year, thus adjustments needed to be made to correct this issue.

Lo and behold, dates were moved to correct the discrepancy which led to Christmas being on January 6^th after the adjustment. As is often the case, many in the public didn’t appreciate the government meddling with dates so there was resistance to this change in some quarters. Much of this happened in the 1800s, a time when immigration from Great Britain to America was at a peak, so many of these immigrants brought their customs (and stubbornness with them) or were not aware of this change.

Appalachia was primarily populated by Scots-Irish immigrants so it stands to reason that many continued to practice the old traditions. One of these traditions for many families was to celebrate the “12 Days of Christmas” from December 25^th (“New Christmas”) to January 6^th (“OId Christmas”). Many folks in Appalachia even took all 12 days off from work to celebrate.

It was a far simpler time back then so it isn’t surprising that the celebrations were less elaborate than what we often see today. As would be expected, the church and Bible were major components of the celebration with a focus on family and a Christmas meal, while maintaining a solemn reverence for the birth of Jesus.

Gifts consisted of homemade toys and clothing. Holly, pinecones, and other locally grown plants were used for decorations. Music, singing, and storytelling provided the entertainment and an opportunity for bonding.

Old Christmas hung around in many parts of Appalachia well into the 1900s but slowly faded away as the December 25th Christmas date became more and more commercialized and the standard in America.

I know I have a tendency to be a bit nostalgic but surely I can’t be the only person who’d like to go back to having 12 days off from work…