Falls Mills, Virginia – Buckland & Tabor

Jacob Alexander Buckland was born on November 26, 1849 in Tazewell County, Virginia (son of Jacob W. Buckland and Martha W. Patsy Compton). He married Sarah Jane Tabor, (born February 22, 1849 to James Harrison Tabor and Henrietta H. Blackwell) on March 2, 1871 in Muddy Fork, (Mudfork) Virginia. Jacob passed away on November 1, 1919 in Falls Mills, Virginia after entering the icy cold waters of the Bluestone River to repair the grist mill, and subsequently developed pneumonia. Sarah Jane passed away in January 6, 1922. Both are buried in Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills, Virginia. Find-a-Grave JAB # 17557431 and SJTB # 17557495.

To that union were born six (6) children

(1) Nancy Jane Polly Buckland, born January 19, 1872. She married Charles W. Simmer on February 24, 1887. She passed away on July 29, 1917 in Falls Mills, Virginia and is buried in the Compton Cemetery near the Falls Mills Dam. Find-a-Grave # 22282543

(2) George Robert Sylvester Buckland, born December 30, 1876. He married Margaret Bennett Ritter on January 1, 1902 at the Ritter Home in Graham (today’s Bluefield, Virginia). George passed away on December 25, 1960 in Evergreen Cemetery, Roanoke, Virginia. Find-a-Grave # 40394016

(3) Cora Belle Buckland, born April 12, 1878, married C.B.Crawford.

(4) William Harrison Buckland, born January 7, 1881, married Rebecca Atwell on August 15, 1924 in Big Four, McDowell County, West Virginia. William passed away on August 20, 1932 in McDowell County, West Virginia. He is buried at the Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills, Virginia Find-a-Grave # 17557527

(5) Samuel Graham Buckland was born March 17, 1883 in Stony Ridge and passed away December 9, 1885. He was buried at the Compton Cemetery near the Falls Mills Dam. Find-a-Grave # 17508566

(6) Larkin Watson Buckland, Sr. was born on February 14, 1885 in Mudfork, Virginia. He married Mary Jane Davidson on March 3, 1909 in Tazewell County, Virginia. Larkin passed away February 5, 1967 in Falls Mills, Virginia and is buried beside his wife, Mary Jane Davidson at Harry Cemetery (across from Falls Mills Christian Church). Find-a-Grave # 17557436

On page 27 of my family history book, L.W. Buckland, Jr. 1915 – 1993, there is one of the many census records for the family along with a picture of Sarah and a hand-carved fieldstone flower pot from the Tabor family circa 1900. I am in possession of this now (2025). Once Grandaddy Buckland passed away (1967) Dad brought this pot full of thriving succulents (Hen & Biddies or Chicks) to our home on Tazewell Road and sat it on the hillside near the driveway. To my knowledge it was never really cared for, watered or fertilized. It sat there growing until 1993 when the Railroader passed away. After that time, I took rooted pieces of the plant with me to Florida several times, but could not keep it growing. Years later, I left the succulents in the care of brother Larry and took the pot to Florida were it sits in my sunroom empty. Larry has continued to care for the succulents at his home in Tazewell. It seems that the original plant of Hens & Chicks was at least started before 1960 when Grandmother Buckland passed away. Most of this is not important to anyone, but I like the details of the simple things.

Sarah Jane Tabor Buckland
Sarah, Mary Jane, LW Sr., Bertha, LW Jr.

Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles & Cousins

Larkin Watson Buckland was born on February 14, 1885 in Mudfolk, Virginia, (son of Jacob Alexander Buckland and Sarah Jane Tabor). He married Mary Jane Davidson, (born October 13, 1886 to Erastus Granger Davidson and Eliza Greever Gregory) on March 3, 1909 in Tazewell County, Virginia. Larkin passed away in Falls Mills on February 5, 1967. Mary Jane passed away on October 20, 1960 in Bluefield, West Virginia. Both are buried at the Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills Virginia. Find-a-Grave reference: Larkin W. Buckland # 17557436 / Mary J. Davidson Buckland #17557458

To that union were born 8 children:

(1-2) Margarette Haynes and Mary Jane Buckland, twins born February 12, 1910. The twins passed away due to illness before their first birthday. Mary Jane July 23, 1910 and Margarette on September 3, 1910. They are both buried at Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills. Find-a-Grave # 17557443 and # 17557450

(3) Bertha Ward Buckland was born on September 19, 1911 in Bluefield, West Virginia. She married James Walter Lawrence on October 7, 1934. Aunt Bertha passed away suddenly on October 6, 1975 in Falls Mills and is buried at Harry Cemetery. Find-a-Grave reference: # 17558204

(4) Nora Francis Buckland was born on July 25, 1913 in Bluefield, WVA. She married Walter W. Graham on October 7, 1934. (?) let’s verify. Aunt Frankie passed away suddenly on February 12, 1955 in North Tazewell, VA and is buried at Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills. Find-a-Grave Reference: # 17557424

(5) Larkin Watson Buckland, Jr. (The Railroader) was born on October 8, 1915 in Bluefield, WVA. My dad married my mother, Nannie Lucille Davis on September 11, 1938 in Bristol, Tennessee. Dad passed away on November 6, 1993 at St. Lukes Hospital in Bluefield, WVA and is buried at Grandview Memory Gardens, Bluefield, VA, along side my mother. Find-a-Grave Reference: # 32072531

(6) Robert Cecil Buckland was born on April 4, 1918 in Williamson, WV (Mingo County). Uncle Robert married Margaret Alois Wallace on September 1, 1939 in Bland County, VA. He passed away on May 29, 2011 in Roanoke, VA. Robert is buried along side his wife Margaret at Grandview Memory Gardens, Bluefield, Virginia. Find-a-Grave Reference: # 70741783

(7) Charles Nye Buckland was born in Falls Mills, Virginia on March 16, 1924. Uncle Charles married Clara Jane Rash on February 1, 1946 in Tazewell County, VA. He passed away on June 29, 1978 in Pulaski County, Virginia. He is buried at Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills. Find-a-Grave Reference: # 17557414

(8) Walter Edward Buckland was born in Falls Mills, Va on March 14, 1926. He married Francis Faye Hart on August 20, 1947 in Tazewell County, VA. Uncle Walter passed away April 20, 2001 in Bluefield, WV and is buried along side his wife Francis at Grandview Memory Gardens in Bluefield, VA. Find-a-Grave Reference: # 20668167

Large gatherings of family are what I remember most on both my mother’s and father’s side of the tree. Family reunions, picnics at the Falls Mills Dam, wedding anniversaries and funerals – we gather – that’s what we do. Those were times usually filled with laughter and old stories to reminisce the times we cherished. The center picture above is marked with the names as best I can be certain. Note my great grandparents in the center, Grandmother Buckland’s mother, Eliza Gregory Davidson and Grandaddy Buckland’s parents Sarah Jane and Jacob Alexander. My dad was the baby boy sitting on his grandmother Sarah’s lap.

Top left is a large group that attended the Buckland/Tabor reunion in 2010 at a city park in Bluefield, VA. Below that shown on the steps of my parent’s home was taken the day of The Railroader’s funeral. Center bottom gathering was at Mom’s 90th birthday party. She loved having her family from near and far, all together.

Top right is one of my most favorite family photos. Although I was not born at that time, the usual family stance shows generations staggered on the front steps of the fine Buckland family home in Falls Mills. I loved that house, those aunts and uncles, those cousins and my siblings.

Bottom right was taken in the living room at Grandmother & Grandaddy’s house and I call it “The Boys’. Here they are, all dressed in suits with their dad. Charles and Walter were standing. Seated was Robert, LW Sr and LW Jr.

A long time after I began my genealogy searches in the 1980’s, I discovered that the dark framed picture hanging on the wall near Uncle Charles was of James Harrison Tabor and his wife Nancy Moore Runion, my 2nd great grandparents. What a treasure to come across! Find-a-Grave Reference: # 17559292

Tops left: Grandmother Buckland (Mary Jane Davidson), The Railroader (LW “Buddy” Buckland, Jr), Frankie Buckland Graham, Robert Buckland.

Center Left: Grandmother & Grandaddy Buckland (Mary Jane Davidson & Larkin Watson Buckland, Sr)

Bottom Left: I believe this was taken at Hungry Mother State Park of Uncle Charles and Aunt Clara. The young boy is likely their son, Charles Allen.

Center is a studio picture of Aunt Bertha, Aunt Frankie and dad.

Top Right: Larkin Buckland, Sr. with his 1924 (?) Nash

Center Right: Larkin Buckland, Jr. with his Harley Davidson (?) motorcycle

Bottom Right: Aunts Bertha and Frankie.

The Powhatan Arrow


The Railroader, L.W. Buckland, Jr., recounted to me his relationship with the tragedy many years ago and kept a copy of the Bluefield Daily Telegraph that reported the accident. As dad told me the story, it was with heart-felt words and with a look in his eyes that he knew he had been saved from death on that dreadful day in 1946. There is no doubt in my mind, and I believe he absolutely understood, that it was by divine intervention that he was not a part of the crew onboard Engine #604 the Powhatan Arrow the day it wrecked in Powhatan, WV.

As a young fireman on the Norfolk & Western Railway, Dad said that he had been working this run from the extra board while the regular Fireman, Beecher Lawson was marked off on vacation. On the day of this accident, the fireman marked back up for his regular assignment as fireman on the prestigious passenger train, relieving L.W. from the job and back to the fireman’s extra board.

The Powhatan Arrow made it’s maiden voyage in April of 1946, just two months prior to this accident. Steam engine crews enjoyed the speeds they could attain on those engines and as is no surprise, the cause of the accident was listed as “excessive speed on a curve”.

According to: (source-Bramwell,WV) Two Bluefield railroad men were killed and two others injured in this Norfolk and Western train wreck at Powhatan, West Virginia, 18 miles west of Bluefield, WV. Engineer Grover C. “Nap” Roberts and fireman Beecher Lawson were killed when the eastbound crack stream-liner “Powhatan Arrow” left the tracks…Eleven passengers were hurt in the wreck. This deluxe train was eastbound from Cincinnati, OH to Norfolk, VA. Several thousand people from Mercer and McDowell counties were attracted to the wreck. It was reported that automobiles lined both sides of the highway for more than a half mile.

Railroading – The Family Business

The Railroader retired from the Norfolk & Western Railway as a locomotive engineer on January 14, 1980. His career of 40 years began on the Pennsylvania Railroad hauling troop trains during World War II. He later transferred to his beloved N & W.

At the age of 65, L.W. Buckland, Jr. “Buddy” was forced into retirement, To continue working would reduce his retirement income and he couldn’t afford that. He said to me, “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that the day you retire is a happy day.” I have never forgotten that.

Both of my grandfathers, a great uncle, my father and his brothers, my brother, several cousins and I, all worked for the railroad; and I married a locomotive engineer.

My paternal grandfather, Larkin Watson Buckland, Sr. and his brother, George Robert Buckland, Sr. My maternal grandfather, Asa C. Davis. My father, Larkin Watson Buckland, Jr. and his brothers, Robert Cecil Buckland,Sr., Charles Nye Buckland and Walter Edward Buckland. My brother, Larry Charles Buckland and several cousins including, Robert Cecil Buckland, Jr. and Charles Allen Buckland.

Charles, Walter, Robert, LW, SR., LW, JR

When Dad was on the N & W extra board, it was hard for everyone in the family. Same was true for his brother’s families. It was our way of life. Whether he was going or coming, it seemed to be in the middle of the night. Mom would always get up, cook a full meal and if it was for an outbound run, she would also prepare his lunch, sufficient for a lengthy trip since there was no place for stop for meals until the run reached the destination. Our family, like most in Falls Mills, VA only owned one family vehicle, so Mom would wake me up (the only child still living at home), and we’d head for the call office for Dad to report for work. When Dad was coming home from a run, then Mom and I (occasionally 3 of us when Larry was around) would load up the car and head to Bluefield, WV yard office to wait until the Railroader was relieved of duty. The cool nights, the lights, the sounds of steam engines letting off excessive pressure and cars being switched within the yard to build a train for a new destination, were all fascinating to me. It was a big city vibe to a small town country girl.

In the early 1980’s, when the US prime interest rate soared to 17%, I walked away from a stalled career in residential real estate sales and went to work for the Seaboard Coastline Railroad. SCL later became part of the Family Lines System through a series of mergers and acquisitions and then consolidated into CSX Transportation. That Seaboard line had been formed in 1967 from the merger of the Seaboard Air Line and Atlantic Coast Line railroads. I worked many stations across South Georgia and North Florida while employeed as a clerk operator, usually without enough seniority to hold a regular position. But because of the environment in which I grew up, I adjusted quickly to the “extra board” and that culture of irregularity. Receiving a 2-hour call to go work at any hour of the day or night seemed “normal” to The Railroader’s Daughter. Sometimes that advance call included “dead head” travel time which was good pay, much better than selling houses. I took to the road trips eagerly in my little gas saving Toyota Starlet since I was single and had no personal obligations. Then, as fate would have it, I met my husband, a locomotive engineer on CSX while working in Florida. The family business had come full circle.

Robert Buckland, Neb Gordon, Cecil & Janice Buckland, LWB, Sr
L-R S.O. Siple, ? Jack Ball, LWB, Jr. ????? Front L-R ? Duck Ellis, Flop Quillin, Uncle Charles Buckland
Left to right, LW Buckland, Jr., Uncle Charles Buckland, Cousin Richard McHaffa, Floozy unknown, Uncle Walter Buckland, Uncle Robert Buckland – Brothers, friends, railroaders
The streamline J series 611 steam locomotive speeds along a track, billowing thick white smoke into the air. I have time books where it is recorded that The Railroader and his father had both been at the throttle of this coveted engine.

Read more about the J 611 here

11 September, 1938 Bristol, Tennessee – Buckland and Davis Unite

At the young and naive age of 17, Lucille said yes, so she and Buddy took off to Bristol, Tennessee from Tazewell, Virginia to get married. Aunt Lillian, Mom’s sister, and her husband, my Uncle Vince Jordan, went with them as witnesses to sign the Marriage Certificate in the County of Sullivan. That’s just what our people did back then. Nothing fancy; the families had no money to afford a large wedding.

Nannie Lucille Davis married Larkin Watson Buckland, Jr. (the Railroader) on September 11, 1938.

Buddy, as dad was lovingly known, was born October 8, 1915 in Bluefield, WV to Larkin Watson Buckland, Sr. Find-a-Grave # 17557436 & Mary Jane Davidson. Find-a-Grave # 17557458 He passed away on November 6, 1993 from congestive heart failure in St. Lukes Hospital, Bluefield, WV at the age of 78. He is buried at Grandview Memory Gardens in Bluefield, VA. Find-a-Grave # 32072531

Lucille was born on September 3, 1921 in Tazewell, VA to Asa C. Davis & Altha Rudolph Brooks. She passed away from kidney disease on January 25, 2017 in FLEMING ISLAND, FL at the age of 95. She is buried along side her husband at Grandview Memory Gardens in Bluefield, VA. Find-a-Grave # 175758420

Buddy and Lucille were the parents of four children, Ellis, Lera Gail, Larry Charles, Sherry Lynn (The Railroader’s Daughter)

Ellis Haynes Buckland was born July 1, 1939 in N. Tazewell, VA. He married Susan Floyd Perdue in 1961. Ellis passed away from cancer on July 8, 2021 at the age of 82, and my brother was buried with honors at Fort Jackson National Cemetery in Columbia, South Carolina. Find-a-Grave # 232637308

Curiosity, a scrap book, a music box and my heritage

After having my first child in 1986 and as many new mother’s do, I became curious about my own identity and the culture in which I grew up. I began to ask questions of my mother, Nannie Lucille Davis Buckland, who was sharp as a tack. Mother remembered a good bit of information and knew others who could add to the recollections. Dad (the Railroader) knew plenty of cousins and had visited most of them at one point of another. Mom reached out to her sister Jo Ella inquiring about their grandparents. Aunt Jo’s hesitancy came with a stern warning that I ‘better not dig too deep because I might uncover a horse thief’. That comment sparked an even greater curiosity and indeed, I dug deeper and deeper into my maternal ancestry, tracing and chasing generations of Virginia pioneers and patriots that would later qualify me for DAR membership. What I did discover — that she did not want me to uncover, was that my great grandmother, Nancy Catherine Jessee Davis (her grandmother) had her first child out of wedlock and was subsequently married five (5) times after that. Each husband passed away and left her a widow dependent on finding the next man to support her. And so it goes in many families as they sift through the memories of the elderly or examine countless Bible entries, pictures with nothing on the back or pictures with the mother load written on the back. Obituaries, census records and cemeteries became my closest friends. Today’s entry shares the rich vein of precious keepsakes that became mine after the death of the Railroader in 1993.

(1) His mother, Mary Jane Davidson Buckland, kept a burgandy scrap book (circa 1930) with an embossed windmill on the cover. She filled it with calling cards, poems, Norfolk & Western trip passes and newspaper engagement announcements. Each of Grandmother Buckland’s yellowed pages were windows into the treasured details and valuable records of her own story – my story too! On the inside cover is a business card with L. W. Buckland, 619 Bluefield Ave., Bluefield WV. Delegate Bluestone Lodge No. 446 B. of L.F. and E. (the local unions representing N & W Locomotive Fireman and Engineers). The card indicated that Grandaddy Buckland had represented his union as a delegate in St. Paul, Minnesota at the 1910 Twelfth Biennial Convention.

Mary Jane Davidson Buckland

My grandparents own marriage announcement had been trimmed from the local newspaper and was glued in the top left corner of the first page of her scrap book. It read, ” Marriage” “Miss Mary J. Davidson, daughter of Granger Davidson and Mr. Larkin W. Buckland, of Falls Mills, were married at the home of the bride on last Wednesday at noon. Rev. S.O. Hall, pastor of the Presbyterian church, performed the ceremony. Geo. Buckland, a brother, and two sisters — Mrs. Wimmer, (bride’s sister Sally Elizabeth Davidson who married LW’s cousin Robert Bob Johnson Wimmer) and Mrs. Fields, (groom’s sister Cora Belgium Buckland) accompanied the groom to Tazewell. After a delightful dinner at the Davidson home, the bride and groom left for their home in Bluefield, where Mr. Buckland is located as a brakeman of the N. and W.” Grandmother penciled in the date down the side of the entry, March 3, 1909.

The tattered and faded clippings opened up a world of information for me to trace the lineage of so many in her family and in the community of Falls Mills. The obituary of her uncle Rev. D. A. Daugherty led me to discover his and his wife’s final resting place in Marrs Cemetery on a hillside, behind a barn where horses were allowed to roam freely. As of this date, I’d be surprised if the headstone markers are anything more than small broken pieces of granite.

A tiny one column inch press clipping confirmed the death of her younger sister Nannie Crockett Davidson McHaffa who was buried with their parents in Mays Chapel Cemetery at Whitten’s Mill.

Obits for my great grandparents are securely adhered to the pages, along with ‘Shocking Tragedies’, ‘Death of a Colored Man’, ‘Rail Man Dies in Tug River Wreck’, ‘Full Details of Tragedy May Never Be Known’, ‘Mrs. Keister is Taken by Death’. Other, more uplifting saves were the Bible Quiz and answers that ran regularly in the Bluefield Daily Telegraph, Silver Wedding Anniversaries, School Plays and Dr. O.K. Phlegm who recently made his two-thousandth trip with the stork!

(2) The antique photo album music box filled with vintage pictures of her family members and most with the names written in pencil on the back in Grandmother’s own hand writing led to more discovery. The Victorian leather book has a wonderful stag and doe on the front and an ornate clasp to keep closed. The rotating cylinder still turns flat metal springs that pluck to produce the music. The label indicates it plays ” Creoles Bells and Starts Spangled Banner”. I’m not sure of the latter but it does still play Creoles Bells.

David and Nannie Daugherty

The wonderful pictures inside lead to Clearfolk, just out the road from Tazewell. There the Gregory’s lived, and I have visited cemeteries there and walked on land where my great grandmother Eliza Greever Gregory Davidson lived growing up. I have a beautiful blue and white Chrtwright Brothers tea pot of hers which I love. To walk where she had grown up near Shawver’s Mill was surreal. Her father, Daniel Parham Gregory donated land there for the Christian Church that still stands. (2025) Daniel married Mary Jane Daugherty. Her younger brother was David Daugherty. This is the same (DD) uncle that Grandmother Buckland had posted his obituary in her scrapbook, and that Dad and I visited at Marrs Cemetery in a Falls Mills barnyard. When I turned one of the thick pages of the album to discover a picture of her Uncle David Daugherty and his wife, Nancy Lain Moore, I was thrilled.

Brother Buck

Ellis Haynes Buckland (Buck) 82 of Irmo, South Carolina passed away July 8, 2021. Originally from Bluefield, VA, he was born July 1, 1939, the son of Larkin Watson, Jr. and Lucille Davis Buckland. He is survived by his wife Susan Perdue Buckland and two children, a daughter Teresa Christine Muller (Kurt) and a son David Forrest Buckland (Jamie) Also survived by a brother Larry Buckland and two sisters Gail (Raymond) Evans and Sherry (Kerry) Kelly. Four grandchildren, Brianna, Peter, Peyton, and Brandon. Also adopted grandson Matthew (Alyssa) Ratchford and 2 great grandchildren, Lilly and Andrew. He enjoyed his many nieces, nephews and cousins. Last but not least his fur baby Lady. He loved his family and was so proud of each one of them.

Buck served his country honorably in the United States Army, 82 Airborne Division. He attended basic training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina and was discharged at Fort Benning, Georgia.

Heritage and Hardship: The Real Appalachia

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Nestled in the foothills of East River Mountain, placed appropriately along narrow winding roads wrapping in and around Virginia’s rocky creek banks, are small communities where our people have lived. Falls Mills, Clearfork, Pocahontas, Rocky Gap and Mudfork are all in the county of Tazewell. The people living on the hillsides and in the hollows between the mountains have been there most of their lives. Even for hundreds of years, the traditions of backwoods life have remained the same. Countercultures gradually influenced the attitudes and practices of the young, but many continue to live simply, just as their parents and grandparents before them. Generations have lived, raised their families and are laid to rest among their deeply planted roots – beneath the show of the mountains in a region known as Appalachia.

A snow-covered log cabin in winter, symbolizing the traditional Appalachian lifestyle. This cabin was built in the early 1800’s by one of Bluefield’s first settlers, Joseph Davidson – my 4th great grandfather. In 1939 it was relocated to Bluefield City Park in Mercer County, WV.
L-R LW Buckland, Porter Jones, RC Buckland, Sr, Jackie Jones, Cecil Buckland (RC Jr) and a man named Criggar

Men in Appalachia are known by biblical names like Jacob, Samuel or Daniel. When harvest time is over, they cloak themselves in long johns, flannel shirts and heavy winter coats and hats, then disappear into the woods. Hunting deer and bear and sometimes rabbit or squirrel seems to be their passion, and also a source for providing food for the family.

After hunting season, these rugged men go back to working serious jobs like coal mining or railroading. In spite of good wages, those who are brave enough to travel deep into the earth digging out coal deposits look forward to the day they can move on to hauling coal for the railroad company. Huge iron steam engines spewing out clouds of white smoke surrendered themselves to streamline diesel locomotives. In the coal fields dust settles on houses and cars like a veil of soot, clinging to surfaces and obscuring them. Everyone knows that coal mines reluctantly give of themselves – often collapsing on those within, taking fathers and brothers to an early grave. Some workers escape being crushed in a coal shaft only to eventually fall victim to the agonizing death of black lung disease.

Christian Church on Mudfork Road in Falls Mills, Virginia

On Sundays, the families living along these ridges and within the valleys put on their best clothes. It may be a hand-me-down suit that belonged to Uncle Charlie Davidson or that special print dress with a ruffle that grandmother made. And after church, they all go to relatives houses and eat a home cooked dinner with all the fixings and talk about nothing. They sit around the kitchen table or on the front porch glider and eat dessert and drink coffee. The children play in the yard and climb the weeping willow tree until evening when it’s time to go back to church. These mountain people are serious about God’s example to rest on Sunday. God created them and their mountains; they believe it.

Not so different from the men, women in the mountains of southwest Virginia are also accustomed to hard work. It seems to be their calling in life to raise children and keep the house. The kitchens where Sarah, Mary Jane or Bertha live always smell good from cooking and canning. To avoid being wasteful, the homemaker puts leftovers on a plate over the warm stove. Cold cornbread will likely be eaten later, crumbled in buttermilk. When winter’s weather blankets the summer, Appalachian women gather by the fireplace in the living room to quilt. They embroider family names and special dates on their patchwork quilts. They look at family photographs of expressionless faces hanging on the wall and record births, marriages and deaths in the family Bible. God and family are most important.

In the fall of the year, children climb the colorful mountains painted with autumn leaves, and they run through the woods. They get stained hands from scooping up black walnuts covered in a thick outer husks and prickly fingers from plucking chestnut-like chinquapins from spiny burrs. Winter’s snow encourages the children to ride their sleds for hours on end. There’s no need for costly toys in Appalachia because they love the outdoors and have no expectation of more. They feel safe playing within the protective natural boundary of the mountains, isolated from a world they’ve never seen.

When someone dies, Appalachian people gather at a wake where they view the body and pay their respects. The women cook and take food to feed and comfort, and to show compassion to the grieving family. The men sit alongside each other with tears in their eyes, and they share stories they fondly remember. The funeral procession from the chapel to the cemetery is long and stately and somewhat presidential. Cars line up behind the hearse, following ceremoniously down winding roads to the cemetery. People gather round and the men reverently remove their hats. The minister speaks again, and everyone stays at the graveyard until the body is respectfully at rest in the family plot.

Webster defines Appalachia as the highland region of the eastern United States extending from northern Pennsylvania through northern Alabama, characterized generally by poverty. Literally, this is true. Appalachia is an area of mountains and hollows scattered with dirty, rut roads leading to worn-out wooden shacks and privies. The people work long hours and hard jobs and have little hope for relief. Nevertheless, Appalachia is much more than a region of impoverished mountain people. Appalachia is home to an honorable way of life filled with a wealth of good values, contentment, and appreciation for life. Appalachia is home to God-fearing people who know who they are and what life means – accepting the blessings of a rich heritage and salvation from the Savior.

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“I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring; He shall bruise your head and you shall bruise His heel.” Genesis 3:15

From the moment that Adam and Eve rebelled against God, the greatest need the world has had is a Savior. That Savior was promised in the above scripture and Jesus Christ is the fulfillment of that prophecy.

The Storytellers

Attributed to Author Della M. Cumming ca 1943

We are the chosen. My feelings are, in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all those who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us, “tell our story”. So we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.

How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, you have a wonderful family, you would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond documenting facts. It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do? It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, I can’t let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it.

It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.

It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us, that we might be born who we are, that we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell a story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.

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Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:26-27

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:13-14

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Clara Jane

With broken hearts, those of us remaining bid farewell to a remarkable woman who graced our lives with unwavering love. My Aunt Clara Jane Lawrence lived a rich and fulfilling 95 years, leaving behind a legacy that will be cherished by all who knew her. Her life was a testament to the power of family, love, laughter, and her gift of hospitality.

She opened her doors to family and all our friends. As teenagers, we felt so welcomed all those summers spent at Claytor Lake. I remember being there with her July 1969, when man landed on the moon. Funny the things that stay in your memories of someone special. Days were filled with biscuits and gravy, swimming, skiing, campfires, hot coffee and the delicious meals she prepared in that tiny kitchen. Feeding others was a reflection of her nurturing spirit, and no one ever left her table hungry. It came so naturally to her that she never missed a beat.

As many of us can attest, those summer weekends were a whirlwind of playfulness and shenanigans, which she loved.

Even as her years advanced, Aunt Clara’s spirit remained undiminished. The last time I visited her, (May 2024), she shared how content she was, and that was true; it exuded from her. Aunt Clara’s laughter was contagious, and her ability to find joy in the simplest of moments was inspiring. She had a knack for making those she loved feel cherished and valued. Her texts and social media posts were filled with humor and encouragement — each one ending with a heartfelt “I love you.”

Aunt Clara’s strength and resilience through life’s challenges were admirable, and she had plenty of experience with the hard things.

While we mourn the loss, the last of that generation in our family, we find comfort in knowing that she is now with Jesus, our Lord and Savior.

“But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words.” 1 Thessalonians 4;13-18

“We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.” 2 Corinthians 5:8

We are forever grateful for the years and her memory will live on in our hearts. I love you ❤️

Read her obituary on Find-a-Grave