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4A The Mountain Messenger, Thursday, June14,1990 A quiet tragedy has unfolded in the greater Greenbner Valley -- it is the tragedy of apathy and ignorance. We are surrounded by indifference. We are over-whelmed by an impassive condition which our parents and our grandpar- ents would have fbund unconscionable. We are being forced into accepting medi rity, slothful- ness, a follow-the-leader attitude as a norm. Take for in- stance this shameful statement a member of our Green- brier County Board of Education made to a person who spoke against consolidation of our junior high schools --- ' [ou're just trying to save your community!" The same board member said "The imbalance in school enrollment is happening now! Don't talk to me about five years tYom now!" Shame on you, Mr Member of the Board of Education. Shame too on those parents [and other "concerned citi- zens") who did not attend a special meeting regarding school consolidation held in Lewisburg June 12 where these statements were made. Shame on the Board of Education tbr setting 4 p.m. before most people are off work -- as the only time a citi- zen could register to speak at this "public" meeting; fbr making the registration one which you had to sign up for in person, be limited to two minutes, and not be able to re- linquish your time in! As it was, 30 person registered to speak- 26 of them from Williamsburg! Where were the White Sulphur Springs parents? Where were the Renick, Alderson, Ctvighton, Rupert, Rainelle, Lewisburg parents? For God's sake, West Virginians, stand up and be counted, Don't sink into the mire. Don't become discour- aged and feel the die been cast, that "they" have at- ready made up their minds. Where's the backbone that made us free Mountaineers? Don't let our motto become "Montani Simper Liberi". Stand up West Virginia the- future is in our hands, our minds, our hearts. -- Chas. A. Goddard STAFF Chas. A. Goddard, Editor Dotty Brackenrich. Office MaKager 122 N. Court Street Troy Forren. Advertisin~ Lewisburg, WV 24901 Terri Boone, Advert isin~ 304/64 7-5 724 Helen Searle. Advertism~ Debbie McClung. Ad Design Published every Thursday Betty Morgan, Ad Design Circulation: 23,120 Jonathan Wright, Staff Writer II)tl Burroughs, "l~,pesetling Brenda Ghennan, Production If you would like to submit material for publication: Articles submitted to The Mountain Messenger should be typewrit- ten or clearly written in order to be considered for publication. Please include your name and a phone number where you may be reached during business hours. The Mountain Messenger reserves the right to edit any material and regrets articles cannot be returned. Letters to the editor must include a full signature and address. If you would like . a photograph returned, please provide a self-addressed, stamped envelope. Material must be received in our office by: News Items: Fridays, Noon Display Advertising: Mondays, 2 p.m. Classified Advertising: Fridays, 10 a.m. SL SCRIIrrION RATES: In State, $14.84 In State Senior Citizens $13.78 [n State Students 11.13 ( 9 mos.) Out-of:State, $15.00 To the point By Jonathan Wright Today is a significant day for me. It's the last clay of school in Greenbrier County, marking the end of my first full school year outside the teaching profession. It's been an interesting nine months. Changes in life tend to be traumatic, but this one has not been so for me. It was time for a change.I had given thirteen years to the world of education. and I felt it was time to move on to my love of writing. tn making this change, how- ever, I can never forget the classroom. My years there have forever made a difference my life. The respect I have for teachers is beyond words. They deal with tremendous pressure each day by dividing their atten- tion among scores of students, handling endless paperwork, keeping detailed records, mak- ing split-second decisions con- cerning discipline problems, and--perhaps most difficult keeping students' attention. It's a tough job. Now that I'm on the outside looking in, I know what a teacher is made of. I can identify, I can sympathize and I can understand. Howdy Editor: tance of the Confederate forces of : Enclosed is my check for $!4 Q0 Colone/G, eorge M. Edgar. " for your newspa 'The Mountain Gene 'al Crook in command of Messenger. one of the Union Forces, in trying to Why would I want it? Because one of my younger s~s- ters, Ella Galford's farm "item" was and will be in it. I am acquainted with their farm dog, Bud and Old Cookie the cat. I write ballad or rhyming poetry. 'The West Virginia Hillbilly' pub- lished one of my poems once and every now and then 'The Pocahon- tas Times' decides to include one I've sent to 'The Times' Editor. I'm always surprised to see one in 'The Times' as I do nol request any to be published and often it is months later that, I suppose, they decide it is an appropriate time to include one ot my poems. I get vain-glory not money for this. Ha. Ha. I'm a retired happily married (these last 47 years to the same man) misplaced hillbilly, liwng in the flat land. Would you ~(ant a poem to use as "filler" now and then (for my vain- glory)? Here's a sample: Retain i cence When you were a child, and I was a child, We tugged 'till we toppled the t ritliums wild. Each collecting a nice bouquet, Pre-schootors m the woods. happily at play. We dawdled and waded the babbling brook Waded m mud and farmyard "gook" We crawled through a fence crack. climbed a tree And were as happy as we could be. just you and me. Now we sit alone in Senior Citizen Lazy's While many of our friends push up daisies. You've my permission to print part or all of the above poem or toss it in the trash. I keep a Poor-Man's Copyright. Anna B. (Shue) Atkins Chesterfield, Va. Dear Editor: The late Ruth W. Kincaid told me the following story about Fort Hilt. Perhaps your readers will be inter- ested? I submitted this same mate- rial to the old Greenbrier News- Reader in 1976. "In 1862, during the period of the Battle of Lewisburg, Virgioia (now West Virginia), the Union force of General George Crook was making every effort to take the Town of Le- wisburg Quite a bit of action was being put forth to break the resis- flank movement of the other forces, had dispatched several of his men to surprise Colonel Edgar. Genera Crook sent one force down to the new River Valley and another to a high hill above Ronceverte. In the meantime, Captain W. R Hefner and Captain H. H. Caraway with thefr Confederate forces had taken a circling route and estab- lished themselves on top of Fort Hilt, opposite and above Ronceverte, ready for the Union forces when they came to take up position on the hill. The Confederates had also ar- ranged a signal code with Mrs Eliza- beth Ann Edgar Creigh, wife of Le- wis S. Creigh and daughter of Archer M. Edgar, who lived at the old Edgar home in sight of Fort Hill. The Union Army took advantage of the forest and tree foliage and took a course coming in from the lower end of Muddy Creek Mountain which brought them past the Edgar home. When they reached the Edgar home, the Commander called Mrs Creigh out t%the road side and asked her if there was a Confeder- ate Army troop near. She told him yes and that they may be fired upon at any minute. They started on down the hill to the Greenbrier River. As Mrs Creigh turned back toward the house, she threw her apron over her left shoulder as a signal to the Con- federates to fire. The Confederates started shooting and continued until the Union forces retreated. This story was told to me by the late Lewis Stuart Creigh of Roncev- erte. The Mrs Elizabeth Ann Edgar Creigh mentioned in the story, was his grandmother." Virginia Yates Ronceverte Dear Editor: Enclosed. please find a copy of a recent letter I wrote all Judicial Com- mittee members. To Judicial members: I have high respect for the judici- ary and support all moves in the leg- islature that will bring progressive changes, sensible approaches and as much fairness as possible. In our state and elsewhere seri- ous disparities exist within the proc- ess of the legislature making sen- tencing laws because they are passed piecemeal over many years, and periodically jurisdictions need to revise the entire criminal code. In many states a person can forge a check and go to prison for 10 years but only eight years for manslaugh- ter. Possessing burglary tools, even if not used. may send someone to prison for 15 years but only 10 years or less for breaking and entering. What is fairness and what is lus- t=ce? tn New York a bank teller em- bezzled $22,000 and a judge sent him to prison for three years and m the same court a week later a judge sent a person who embezzled $108,000 to 30 weekends in jail. Most studies show that a black male has a higher probability of con- viction than whites. That a male of any age from the laboring class has a higher probability than one from the blue and white collar class. More charges are found to be dropped for whites over blacks and yellows. What I'm trying to say is that the sentencing process gives a perplex- ing problem in the criminal justice system, it is difficult to weigh justice against individualization in sentenc- ing, but it's something we could all work at more. Some dispar=ty but not discrimination must be or the situation regresses to the bad fea- tures of Beccaria, a giant for correc- tional reform in the 1700s. Baccaria's let-the-punishment fit the crime philosophy makes sen- tencing easy, that an intelligent court should be effective and fair in sentencing. In contrast we must take into consideration mitigating circumstances. In the judiciary, legislative and executive it ts easy to criticize be- cause of the shortcomings of some. That does not mean that we con- done lawlessness or corrupt=on, and such public officials must be dealt with without special favor. In light of Watergates it is only fair to place these crimes in proper perspectwe. Back in graduate school in 1955 I read Wm. P. Aspelt's People Should Distrust Lawyers? in the Saturday Review, and he wrote, "Shysters are mere scum on the waters, witnesses to the fallen nature of man rather than to the profession which they have chosen to deface." From the worst of us, let us at- tempt to make our criminal justice system fair. The task is not easy. During the 1991 regular legisla- tive session it is time to rewrite and rewse our laws pertinent to criminal activity. Sincerely, Robert K. Holliday W. Va. Senator Dear Editor: This is an attempt to approach the words Christianity and "gnosti- cism" as found in the texts of con- temporary scholars. Firstly let us say 1) that the word "gnosticism" is a mooern word and does not exist in the ancient texts, 2) the adjective gnostik6s (whence '~jnostic:~) is a r,~re word (in contra- distinction to its modern abundant use). To my way of thinking comparing Christianity and (a hypothetical) 'gnosticism" is like comparing apples and oranges. A man or a woman may be a gnostik0s, that is, practice the gnostikos method. Compare our english "scientific method." One who practices the sci- entific method does not necessarily go to The Church of Scientism. What can be said about those Nag Hammadi documents labeled "gnostic" is that they are different from the Canon. (Here excluding from d0scuss=on The Gospel of Tho- mas which is probably older than the Canon.) The "gnostic" method may be said to be based on personal vision, personal knowing (as in knowing one's spouse: one cannot know one's spouse by reading a book or delegating the knowing to a third party). This in contra-distinction to the Church of Rome which devel- oped the Pope method. There ~s a contradiction in this. Paul. Why is Paul (whose writings are based on personal vision) in- cluded in the Canon when other Christians. whose writings were based on personal vision are ex- cluded? Robert Head Lewisburg Dear Editor: Please help us. I'm not sure if I should write directly to you or Leslie Price Shaver. My husband's de- ceased mother, years ago raised tomatoes at their home in Alderson, West Virglma. The tomatoes were called "Mortgage Lifters." It's my understanding that the fellow who developed this particular tomato was able to pay the mortgage on his home with the money he made. They (the tomatoes) were supposed to be large and very delicious. We would like to get some seeds and/or plants but we don't know of anyone who might have them. We thought perhaps you could suggest where we could get them or maybe one of your readers would know? We would really appreciate it. Thank you, peg Strealy 66 Sweden Point Road, Marbury, MD 20658 (301) 743-7940 By Carol Hall England! Images of castles, knights and ancient pageantry come to mind. England, a swirling kaleido- scope of color, noise and strange accents. Buildings of ancient grey stone beside those of the "golden arches, mixed with store window displays. Business people in somber attire and Gypsies," youngsters in out- landish "pumk" attire; the pastels of young matrons and older "nannies" (out wheeling their young charges through the streets) and parks. And through it all weaves the British ac- cent and words foreign to my ears. Upon asking directions and receiv- ing them, I told the person, '1 hear and understand what you're saying, I just don't know what you're talking about!!" The words are the same as these I use at home, but the mean- ings are different! England held many secrets and surprises for me. The countryside in Kent was, to me, like looking at a movie set, Unlike Ireland, with its eternal, infernal walls, in England you can see the beautiful "big house" surrounded by lakes and parks. The trip to Leeds Castle in Maidstone was like walking in a dream. The" moat looked as all moats should, the great keep with its austere guard rooms, the huge wooden doors with huge iron rings, and once inside the bailey, serenity. As I walked the stone floors of the "Queen's Castle," as Leeds Castle is known, it stirred me to think that in centuries past, seven Queens of England had walked those same halls and stairways. When my travels in England came to an end, I didn't know it, but a whole new adventure awaited me. It began with missing the bus back to Ireland. Frantic, I stopped a man who just happened to be a bus driver for the B&T Line. He enabled me to purchase a ticket going from London to Pembroke (Wales) to Rosslare (Ireland) and thence to Dublin. At least that was the way the tickets had me routed, a simple overnight trip. The Adventure Begins My seatmate on the B&T bus was Eliza Sheehan, an Irish native' raised in London, now living in Or- pington. We chatted about the sights I had seen in England and we had many questions for each other. Everyone on the bus was friendly and looked forward to getting to their various destinations. The first "service station" (truck stop) was called "Granada." We stopped around 1 a.m.. On returning to the bus, things took a downturn. The bus driver announced that some- thing was "amiss" -- the ferry isn't running, it's late or something. Later, we made another stop and once again boarded the bus and were told the boat was afire! "But don't worry," said Danny the driver, "We'll get you there." So we drove to Pembroke and were met by a bar- rage of television and radio person- nel. We took on the other passen- gers waiting for the ferry. They had to sit on the floor or on our taps, but on we went through the night. At 5 a.m. we arrived at Fishguard, Wales. We were given rooms at the Fishguard Bay Hotel. After a few hours sleep and a good breakfast, we set about to see the old town of Fishguard. Then, around 3 p.m. back to the bus for the trip to a Sealink ferry. During this drive, Danny, a Kerryman, treated us to an Irish ballad. The boat trip was very smooth and I didn't even get seasick! Eliza and I strolled around the boat, ate, visited the shops (a serious mis- take), and talk, talk, talk, talked. At Rosslare, I was informed the last train had already left for Dublin. It felt like deja vu, or whatever they call it. I stayed that night at a very old house, Alysha House, a B&B (Bed and Breakfast). In the morning I "asked after" a taxi and was told "all the lads are busy at the boats, there'll be no taxis this morning!" So, I was given a ride by the owner. I'm sure he knew the roads, and rm sure it was safe, but at his speed on the narrow, winding roads, I closed my eyes 'til we got to the station. The trip to Bray and then another train to Dun Laoghaire was wonder- fully uneventful! I spent Tuesday in goodbye to that grand o! promising her I would back to Dun Laoghaire, to make my farewells to my friends at the pub. The Adventure Continu I didn't eat at the Dublin because I was scheduled dinner on the flight, flight, E.I. 105 was -- -- late. Therefore, we Shannon -- late. After through the rigamarole of luggage off the plane, going customs and immigration, go back through the lug! boarding procedure. This flight two hours late Shannon! By the time dinner came have eaten my luggage, was nothing in was yet to come. Arriving at Kennedy, again getting my luggage, bags) I sauntered up to the gus counter to be my Flight" ticket. I was no, not AGAIN -- that there more flights out from Charlotte. "But there is a LaGuardia at 7:20 that catch." So, fool that I am ticket agent persuade me LaGuard~a. When I got --- too late, the plane then, rolling down the After several trips to Lingus, and the tele realized I was stuck! I nearly my last bit of Skycaps and food and between me and starvation; Then another thought "Where am I going to asked the USAir ticket vice and she said it was" sleeping in the ticket area curity guards kept a check all night. So, I settled around me, threw my leg put my handbag and back of the bench and leather jacket I was son. I tried to go to sleep did manage to drop off, awakened by a strange, sound. SNORING? Yes, Awaking from a looked about me to dressed men, sitting lying on the floor, cuded ner, and on the benches. afraid, but re harmed me thus far,-and all sleeping (their that), so I lay back off! I was awakened a young woman standin ing at me. I wondered looking at so intently. ized -- she must think those homeless to retain my dignity, I rubbed my eyes and she'd watch my bags which she consented tb the restroom and bit as best I could. When I returned, I those men lying there, their shoes as pillows. gentleman rose, folded paper "bed" with qui~ donned his shoes, beat-up hat, and I thought, "This end for me. I am warm, beautiful house, by friends and good for them, what?" Will another night" Have t! kids? How awful. It reall me. I did finally catch a Beckley never looked so dreaming, on the drive sights, sounds, pats, hugs, smiles I had experien travels. But that one mind still sees those less, sleeping on the ..... public place. I'm thankfLll for my for all l (we) have ~. but I sure wish and tion to some of our And for now, comes to an end. Carol Hall is a and horsewoman who Sulphur Springs, "The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman." -- Willa Cather (1873