Archive | June 2013


I have had a couple of inquiries about the DAUGHERTY line and although I don’t have a huge amount of documentation, I’ll share what I have. Here is the pedigree chart from my line. (I’ll add a better image soon)

I do have a connection with Daugherty researcher with well documented records. I’ll share links and contact information  here if I obtain approval.
Daugherty to MJD pedigree

[Letcher -Houston Family.FTW] source (RS)

The James, William and Nancy are uncle/aunt to your John L, not brothers and sister.  They are brothers and sister to the father of John L., John Dougherty that married Hannah Letcher.

John that married Hannah Letcher; James that married ELizabeth Hamilton; William that married Ruth Towson and Nancy Ann that married Jacob Leese; were brothers and sister, having traveled from Strabane, Co. Tyrone, N/ Ireland prior to 1791 to Delaware, Maryland and ultimately into Virginia.

John Dougherty:

From Rockbridge County Records:


Extracts from the records of Rockbridge County, VA:
Rockbridge County to Wit.
John Dougherty & William Dougherty come before me & made oath that Ann Dougherty, their sister
who is about to intermarry with Jacob Leese is above the age of twenty one years of their own
knowledge, & that there is no fraud or —–sion practiced, or about to be practiced in order to obtain a license for said intended marriage. Given under my hand this 10th day of November 1802
A. Reid C.R.C.


David A. Daugherty & Nancy L. (Moore) Daugherty are my 2nd great grand uncle and aunt.

DAUGHERTY David_Daugherty_brother_to_Mary_Jane_Daughtery_Gregory

I uncovered some of my Daugherty connection in an old scrapbook of newspaper clippings obits, marriage announcements, calling cards etc. that belonged to my Grandmother Buckland. Fortunately, or by divine intervention it was preserved instead of being tossed into the trash. My dad (the railroader) kept the old scrapbook after his mother’s death in 1960, and I received it after he passed away in 1993. Above all, this is one of my most treasured possessions. It would not have been of interest to most anyone else in the family, but it has opened the door to discovering my roots unknown to any living relatives.

Dad and I tried to find the old Marrs Cemetery in Falls Mills, Virginia, but to no avail. However a good many years later, my two brothers agreed upon my insistence that we try again. And we succeeded.  The once sacred ground was being used as a horse pasture and probably by now, the animals have nearly destroyed the headstones forever loosing placement of the community’s deceased. (a rant for another day).

MARRS - Daugherty David MARRS - Daugherty Nannie L. Daugherty 1836-1918

There lies, David A. Daugherty 1836-1904 and his beloved wife Nannie Lane Moore Daugherty 1836-1918. (I understand that Nannie was related to Captain James  Moore – who was massacred, along with much of his family in Abbs Valley, Virginia.)

From a page of Mary Jane Davidson’s scrapbook below, we read her great uncle’s obit.

OBITUARY Daugherty David 1836-1904

Interestingly, there is an additional clue to another relative previously unknown, Virginia’s Civil War Governor, John Letcher.

In Grandmother’s clipping below we read kind words apparently said by Reverend Daugherty proclaimed at the funeral of a dearly departed.

WORDS Daugherty David A

OBITUARY Unrelated David A Daughtery Minister

The precious glued papers of the book revealed the obit of  Mrs. M.J. Gregory, grandmother to Mary Jane Davidson and for whom she was named. Mary Jane Gregory (Daugherty) 1826-1897) was David Daugherty’s sister, both children of John L. Daugherty (1799-1868) and Nancy Ward (b. abt. 1802). MJ & David had two other siblings, Isaac W. Daugherty (1828-1850) and George C. Daugherty (1829-1800).

Mary Jane Daugherty married Daniel Parham Gregory on July 22, 1851.

Nancy Ward (daughter of  Virginia pioneer David Ward) married John L. Daugherty/Dougherty October 6, 1825. They are my 3rd great grandparents.

OBITUARY Gregory Mary Jane (Daugherty) 1826-1897

The Daniel Gregory Cemetery is  LOCATED ON RT 61, OPPOSITE CHESTNUT GROVE CHRISTIAN CHURCH AT SHAWVERS MILL. (Daniel P. Gregory, Footstone for his wife MJG, Daniel’s mother, Elizabeth H. Gregory, Nehemiah Findley, Nancy J.E. Cundiff, Robert J. Kidd, Footstone, EPG) (Photo by Judy Llamas)


Isaac Daugherty is buried at the Jeffersonville Cemetery in Tazewell, Virginia. His headstone was broken and propped up against another, so the exact location is not known. To date, I do not know more about brother George C. Daugherty.



What is this blog about?

It’s a reasonable question to ask, “Who is The Railroader’s Daughter and WHAT is this blog about? If you’re following this blog, you may wonder why you started following it.

Perhaps, your interest lies in railroads or the old bustling towns of Bluefield, WV and Bluefield, VA, built around the rise of the railroad industry.

On the other hand, you may be my family and you’ve been supportive of my efforts to uncover mounds of genealogy relating to our mountain roots in Russell, Tazewell and Mercer Counties and our relatives who fought to protect their families from the Indians and who were instrumental in establishing county governments and founding towns.

You may be an antique enthusiastic who shares my love of old things, primitive utilitarian items that tell a story of the pioneer ancestors who blazed the trails down through the Shenandoah Valley and into Southwest Virginia.

You may be totally unrelated to any of the above and just like the vintage junk that I drag home and transform into something fun or functional. Whatever the case…..

what is

Evolving over a period of years, The Railroader’s Daughter is an attempt to bring together all the things I’ve learned and loved. You’ll find an array of information, images, family history and surnames as they connect to my roots. There is a page of vintage finds for sale. I also showcase a collection of hand-me-down personal family items that reveal a glimpse into a child growing up in the mountains of southwest Virginia –  a lifestyle I now treasure.

Both of my grandfathers and several great uncles, my father and three of his brothers, one of my brothers and many of our cousins, my husband and I have all worked for the railroad. There have been good times, bad times – stories of coal mines and accidents, floods and survivals, living on the rails and beautifying the railway. It’s a strange way of life to many modern families, but a wonderfully exciting life for those who have experienced the romance of a dining car breakfast with fine linens, a childhood dream of a trip in the Norfolk & Western observation car or the stories of ancestors who moved all their worldly possessions in a boxcar. It’s a plethora of adventure.

I am The Railroader’s Daughter!  I am old enough to have learned a few things and to realize that those who came before me knew a little somethin’ about life. They had it harder than I have it. I appreciate my parents because they cared enough to teach me respect for my elders and how to say, yes ma’am, no sir and thank you. Although I moved away from the beautiful mountains of southwest Virginia when I was only 21,  I well up with pride when I brag about East River Mountain and Ward’s Cove and my roots in Appalachia.

Thanks for visiting, and I hope you’ll come back soon.

The Engineman’s Tallow Pot

Before the widespread use of petroleum oils in the late nineteenth century, tallow — animal fat — was a useful lubricant for steam locomotives. Firemen and engineers used tallow pots to lubricate the cylinders of moving locomotives.   source

This tallow pot belonged to dad, Larkin Watson Buckland, Jr. and he used it during his days on the steam engines working both as a fireman and then an engineer on the Norfolk & Western.

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The oil can below belonged to my grandfather, L.W. Buckland, SR who was also a fireman, then engineer.

lwsr oil can

See how they used the oil can on a steam engine. This photo taken from (source)rail_str_0260_01

The Modern Railroad (1911)

Moving on a flatcar?

Circa 1890’s, this old pie safe could probably tell a story or two if it could talk. Made of poplar wood and put together with wrought nails, the old piece has two tin punched doors and a top drawer. The primitive treasure was handmade in Russell County, VA. My grandparents, Asa C. Davis *(1883-1962) and Altha R. Brooks ** (1884-1980) received it from Asa’s uncle John Henry Jessee (1860-1921 pictured below w/hat) when they when to housekeeping in 1902. 2013-06-14 08.19.04

JESSEE John Henry    DAVIS AC Altha's husband    Altha Rudolph Brooks

My grandparents were married August 20, 1902 in Bristol, TN. Sometime between 1909 and 1911, Asa, Roadway Foreman for the Norfolk & Western Railway, was transferred from Russell County to Tazewell County VA. It really was only a short distance from Cleveland to Tazewell, but in those days, it would have been difficult to move an entire household. With only 3 children at the time, Asa and Altha loaded all their worldly belongings onto an N&W flatcar and moved to Tazewell. The primitive, hand-me-down pie safe was carried along in the move.

DAVIS Altha, Asa, 3 kids

As a child, I remember Grandmaw Davis having this junky piece of furniture on her little screened in back porch in Tazewell. A few years before her death in 1980, she had my mom and dad take it from her house to their house. She wanted me to have it. It is a treasure that I cherish because I think of my sweet grandmother every time I look at it.

Find out how Gramaw got her big toe cut off by a train –

*   DAVIS asa davis RR crew    DAVIS Asa & Section Crew 2    DAVIS Asa


Tazewell, Jan 31 – When A.C. Davis comes in from his day’s work as section foreman on the Tazewell Section today his final official act will be to lock the tool house over which he has had control since 1909 and turn the key over to a successor.  Having reached the allotted three score and ten years, he will enter a well earned retirement.

Acie was born on Mill Creek in Russell County near Cleveland, a son of D.C. and Nancy (Jessee) Davis, and attended the Glade Hollow Elementary School finishing the 7th grade.

He entered the employ of the Norfolk & Western Railway Company as a section hand in 1905, and in 1907 received promotion to foreman.  After a couple of years on the Cleveland Section he was transferred to Tazewell where he has served continuously since.

He is familiarly known as “Casey” having acquired the nickname some 35 years ago, when he emerged from a blinding snowstorm in a cloud of steam from a parked engine on the Tazewell Yard, only a few minutes after a train had passed, with a large pump knot on his forehead, and so added that he was unable to give an understandable account.

When the local newspaper came out a few days later, an item contributed in humorous vein was given of the incident, closing with a parody on the then popular song, “Casey Jones” in which a phantom engine was introduced to raise the knot and he was quoted as saying he heard the engineer say to the fireman, “Pour in the Water and Shovel in the Coal Stick Your Head Out the Window and Watch the Drivers Roll”.

Davis has enjoyed a wide popularity among his fellow workers and railway officials, and has the reputation of being one of the most efficient men in the track department, a statement supported in the fact that he has been the recipient of first prize on his roadmaster’s division at the annual track inspection 26 times, second prize six times and third prize three times, which sets a record on the entire system.

He was married first to Miss Altha Brooks, of Cleveland, Va. and they have ten children.  The daughters are:  Mrs. W.G. Carbaugh, Akron, O., Mrs. V.G. Jordan, Bristol, Tenn., Mrs. Forrest Mace, North Tazewell, Mrs. Foster Mundy, Mullins, W. Va., Mrs. L.W. Buckland, Falls Mills and Mrs. B.M. Hall, Baltimore, Md.  The four sons are Lacy and Holly, both of Akron, O., Vaden and Leman, North Tazewell.

His second marriage was to Miss Ocie Bennett in 1937 and they have a daughter, Acie Kathleen.

Davis purchased a restaurant in North Tazewell and will devote his time to its operation.

His fraternal affiliation is with the Knights of Pythias.

**   A R Davis    Altha    DAVIS Altha 5


Mrs. Altha R. Davis, 96, of North Tazewell, Va., was dead on arrival at a Tazewell hospital Tuesday evening of natural causes.

Born in Russell County, Va., she was a daughter of the late William and Mary Sutherland Brooks.  She was a member of the First Assembly of God Church in North Tazewell.

Surviving are five daughters, Mrs. Al (Lillian) Berman of Abingdon, Va., Mrs. N.F. (Joella) Mace and Mrs. C.F.(Russell) Mundy, both of North Tazewell, Mrs. L.W.(Lucille) Buckland of Bluefield, Va., and Mrs. Ralph (Elizabeth) Clevy of Vincennes, Ind;  four sons, Lacy Davis and Hollie Davis, both of Akron, Ohio, Vaden Davis and Leman Davis, both of North Tazewell;  two sisters, Mrs. Gene (Effie) Owens and Mrs. Kathleen Dye, both of Lebanon, Va.;  sixteen grandchildren, several great grandchildren and several great great grandchildren.

Funeral services will be conducted today at 2:30 at Peery and St. Clair Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. William Sadler officiating.  Burial will follow in Maplewood Cemetery.

Pallbearers will be Paul Bales, Buddy Herald, B.C. Peek, Jimmy Dawson, Jeff Davis, James Mullins and Ronald Davidson.

DAVIS Grace Lillian JoElla Altha Russell Asa Hollie Lacey


Russell County is located in the far southwestern part of Virginia. In 1738 the area now contained in Russell County was formed as a part of Augusta County. Between the years 1769 and 1785 it was contained in Botetourt, Fincastle and Washington Counties. Russell County was formed in 1786 from Washington County. The area which became Russell County contained about 3000 square miles or 1.9 million acres. The boundary lines extended northward from Clinch Mountain to Cumberland Gap on the Kentucky border and eastward to a point near present Bluefield, Virginia. In 1790, the population of the county was 3,338, which included 190 slaves.

Other counties were then formed from Russell County. In 1793 Lee County was formed. In 1799, Tazewell County. In 1815 Scott County was formed from a portion of Russell and Lee Counties. In 1855 Wise County was formed and in 1858 Buchanan County was formed. In 1880, Dickenson County was formed from a portion of Wise and Buchanan Counties.

By 1858, Russell County had been reduced to an area of 483 square miles or 309,120 acres. The crest of Clinch Mountain is currently the southern border. Sandy Ridge is the northern. Clinch River meanders down near the center of the county from Mill Creek at the Tazewell County line to St. Paul in Wise County. The county seat is in Lebanon.

remembering the railroader on Father’s Day

Here’s wishing all the railroad Dad’s and all fathers a very Happy Father’s Day! On this day, I remember my own father.

Larkin Watson Buckland, known to most as “Buddy” was born in Bluefield, West Virginia, Mercer County (10-8-1915) and resided his early years at 1505 Highland Avenue.  He retired from the Norfolk and Western Railroad (1-24-1980) as an engineer after 40 years of service. Beginning his railroading career by hauling Troup Trains during World War II on Pennsylvania Railroad (10-12-1940), Dad later transferred to his beloved Norfolk & Western (12-3-1942). He was previously a coal miner;  a barber, attending Kel-Roe Barber College on High Street in Columbus, Ohio.

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Dad’s mother,  Mary Jane Davidson said that L.W.Sr.’s name was Larkin Watson “Haynes” Buckland.  Thus, she passed the name on to one of Dad’s twin sisters, “Margrette Haynes Buckland”  and then to Larkin Watson Haynes Buckland, Jr. and subsequently to a grandson “Ellis Haynes”. The Haynes name was dropped, but Larkin has a namesake in his great-grandson William Larkin who was born on Dad’s birthday!
BUCKLAND LW JR Age 19    BUCKLAND LW Jr Buddy 1   BUCKLAND School Boy Buddy

Dad (1) Age 19
(2) at Barber School in Columbus, OH
(3) in an elementary school group picture

How has family history changed you???

yes, it’s true!

The Personal Quest of a Genealogy Fanatic

I saw this question posted on the Family Search Facebook page a couple days ago…and it’s still got me thinking.  Were they really asking us to reply to it? Or were they hoping to just get us thinking?  Well…it did both for me.  I almost immediately replied to their question….“Its given me a sense of self. A way to find out a deeper meaning of who I really am.”.  But the more I think about it….it goes so much deeper than that.

I used to think I knew who I was.  But I think I’m still finding that out.  I am not just me anymore, but a combination of two people who’s DNA and family history were merged together to create me.  I am my parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and on and on.  Every new person I find occupies another part of my life and my history.  I…

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“I lift up my eyes to the mountains…”

Just down the road from where I grew up, a woman named Jenny lives in the house of her childhood. She is an amazing photographer of birds, flowers, family and of our mountain. Throughout the year she posts pictures of our beautiful East River Mountain on Facebook, and I love to see those images.  Since Mom still lives about 1/4 mile away in a house facing this spectacular sight, I have Jenny’s birds-eye view (even though I’m 700 miles away) and know what the weather is like for Mom that day.
This morning Jenny posted a scripture and a message. I hope it inspires you as much as it did me. Thank you Jenny!
‘I look outside every morning to the same beautiful view my ancestors have seen before me. I say this scripture, that for generations has meant so much to my family,  from Psalm 121:1-2: “I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
This devotion really touched my heart and soul. Thank you Rev. Ray.’
Jenny Parris Akers East River Mountain 2013
The traveler app…roaches a distant mountain and all of it is in view. From a distance one might believe that it is easy to climb. The view is different at the foot of that same mountain. There all thoughts of an easy expedition vanish: it is tall, steep and deep. Step inside it’s forest door and the mountain becomes alive with character of sights, sounds and smell. It’s breeze touches you as though it was breathing an invitation to climb and explore the unsearchable ways of its creator.
The weary travelers of old would look out at the distant road they had to walk to get home. There were mountains and valleys to cross and go through. The trip would be with hot days and dark nights. They would travel together, no one should walk alone. There was no turning back; they would journey forward toward a better land; and they would find strength for the journey in a question and an answer.
The question came as they lifted their eyes to view the hilly path before them: “Where does my help come from?” The answer was (and is) always the same. “My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.” (Psalm 121)
Don’t give up when the way seems impossible. Ask the question and affirm the answer, then keep walking. We get to the top of each mountain by walking with God. The view is always different from the top then it was at the foot. From there you can see where you are going and where you have been. You also see something else: That God is high and lifted up, faithful, and greatly to be praised.
Grace and Peace,   Rev Ray

Rev. Raymond Amos
First United Methodist Church
Elizabethton, TN

Antique Hand-hewn Crock from the Tabor Line

For much of my life, this old crock sat on the hillside of my family home on Tazewell Road. When I was young, I’m not sure I even noticed it filled and overflowing with succulents (hen-and-biddies)* that belonged to my Grandmother Buckland.  However, after I moved away from Bluefield, married and started a family, I became curious about my heritage and those long ago relatives from the Virginia mountains.

Many times when I visited Mom, I’d take a few biddies back to the heat of Florida and try to keep them growing. After all, they had been flourishing in that crock without a bit of help since at least October 20, 1960 when Mary Jane Davidson Buckland passed away. **

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Many times Mom has encouraged me to take the entire crock and succulents home with me. For fear I’d kill ALL the treasured flowering plants I would only take a few biddies to experiment with. And indeed, the ones I transplanted met their demise. How can a plant that has survived heat and snow for at least 53 years meet it’s death in my hands?

This May when I was home visiting Mom, for the first time, I realized that I didn’t have to take all the hen and biddies in order to take and enjoy the crock. I could hardly move the heavy crock, but carefully rolled it down the hill. Since the plant was being overtaken by ants and roly polys and had very little soil left to cover the roots, I gingerly removed them all from the crock, cleaned and separated them in a pot of water and replanted them in new potting soil. I used a different pot, large enough to allow for growth, and placed the newly planted biddies back in the exact location of the old crock on the hillside in hopes of their continued survival.

As I began scrubbing the crock, I recognized for the first time that this piece possibly had a deeper history than just that of Grandmother Buckland. The archaic treasure is one piece, hand-hewn from a very large rock. The maker carefully shaped the vessel to accommodate plants and primitively drilled a drainage hole on the side. The bottom of the pot is narrowed and had previously not been visible since it was partially buried into the hillside.  When Grandaddy Buckland*** died February 5, 1967, my dad, L.W., JR.**** brought the crock home, placed it in a hole on the hillside and it had not been moved since.

Inquiring of Mom about the history of the crock, she said that Dad had mentioned something about it coming from the TABOR side of the family. That being the case, it wasn’t actually Grandmother Buckland’s crock originally, but at the least, it would have belonged to my great-grandmother, Sarah Jane Tabor Buckland ***** who had inherited the home property from her parents ****** James Harrison Tabor & Nancy Moore Runyan. Sarah Tabor & husband Jacob Alexander Buckland lived in a log home on that land and reared 6 children. ****** including my grandfather, Larkin Watson Buckland.

Had this crock been around for at least 100 years? probably! Eureka! Now that I have this in my home and part of my personal family collection, I’ll think of my ancient folks and their simple lives every  time I look at that crock. Perhaps I’ll be reminded to live a less-cluttered life myself.  I love the utilitarian items of our ancestors far more than treasured antiques. Just crazy I suppose; just a simple Railroader’s Daughter.

*Hen and chicks (also known as Hen-and-chickens, or Hen-and-biddies in the American South) is a common name for a group of small succulent plants belonging to the flowering plant family Crassulaceae, native to Europe and northern Africa. They grow close to the ground with leaves formed around each other in a rosette, and propagating by offsets. The “hen” is the main plant, and the “chicks” are the offspring, which start as tiny buds on the main plant and soon sprout their own roots, taking up residence close to the mother plant. (Wikipedia) Here are my hen-and-biddies as of May 2013.

Let’s see if I can keep them growing with my less than green thumb. At the bottom of the image are a couple of new sprouts (biddies in the making)!!!!2013-06-08 07.51.43


BUCKLAND Mary Jane 1886-1960            Obituary Memorial/Bluefield Daily Telegraph

Funeral services for Mrs. Mary Jane Buckland 74, wife of L.W. Buckland of Falls Mills, Va., will be conducted Sunday at 2:30p.m. at Falls Mills Christian Church.  Dewey Parr, Clarence Greenleaf, and Clinton Looney will officiate, with burial in Tabor Cemetery at Falls Mills. The body will be taken from Dudley Memorial Mortuary to the home at 2p.m. Friday and to the church one hour before services. Mrs. Buckland died Thursday morning in a Bluefield hospital after being admitted two weeks ago. She was a native of Tazewell County, Va., daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Granger Davidson.  She was a member of the Falls Mills Christian Church, the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers Auxiliary, and the GIA. Survivors, other than her husband, include a daughter, Mrs. James W. Lawrence of the home; four sons, Robert Charles, Walter, and L.W. Buckland, Jr., of Falls Mills;  two sisters, Mrs. Crosby Stone of Orlando, Florida, and Mrs. Robert Wimmer of Falls Mills;  18 grandchildren; five great-grandchildren. Three sisters preceded her in death.



Although Watson was a retired engineer for the Norfolk and Western Railroad, he also worked as a fireman and PM section gang.  He previously worked in a rock quarry for .50 per day.

He was a member and honorary elder of Falls Mills Christian Church, a lifetime member of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers and a member of the Bluefield Old Guard.  He and his family moved from Bluefield, West Virginia to Falls Mills in May 1922, to the log cabin his parents had lived in.  He later built a brick home on the property, which was owned and occupied by his son and wife, Robert and Margaret Buckland until Robert’s death in 2011.


Larkin Watson Buckland, Jr.
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BUCKLAND Sarah Jane Tabor 1849-1922 BUCKLAND Jacob Alexander 1849-1919

Sarah Jane Tabor Buckland
2/22/1849 – 1/6/1922
Jacob Alexander Buckland
11/26/1849 – 11/1/1919
married – 3/2/1871

Nancy Jane Polly Buckland
George Robert Sylvester Buckland
Cora Belle Buckland
William Harrison Buckland
Samuel Graham Buckland
Larkin Watson Buckland


TABOR - James Harrison Tabor & Nancy Moore Runion (2) HARRY - Tabor James Harrison HARRY - Tabor Nancy M OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

James Harrison Tabor
12/14/1821 – 11/11/1891
Nancy Moore Runyan
4/12/1822 – 8/29/1888
married 12/3/1840
buried at the Harry Cemetery in Falls Mills, VA

The Tabor family, as many other ordinary rural families of that day, actually carved headstones from rock. Some of the Tabor’s are buried at the Tabor Cemetery in Mudfork, VA.


TABOR - Tabor James TABOR - Tabor Henrietta
3rd Greatgrandparents
James Tabor
1786 – 5/1859
Henrietta Blackwell Tabor
1790 –
married in Montgomery County VA about 1809

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A visit back home …

Late this spring, KT and I took a road trip back to the mountains of Southwest Virginia where I was born nearly 60 years ago. We talked about nothing and shared pretzels & water with my adorable and ever-so-intelligent grand dog, Dribble.

We set our sites on the mountains and to Mimi’s house, where we visited with brother Buck, 2013-05-26 13.18.47wife Susie and their fabulous kids & grandkids. Awesome- perfect timing! What a blessing for cousins to re-connect. Larry arrived after lunch and chimed in on the family chatter.

Mom lives in the house that Dad moved from down the road in 1962. She does amazingly well for 91 1/2 years old and is feeling much better than when I visited her last year. She was delighted to hang with Katie, cook some of our favorite foods and spend a little time bonding with Dribble. 2013-05-29 20.12.21

Mom loves her family and is always thrilled for her children to come home.

KT and I visited the Historic Crab Orchard Museum and Pioneer Park near Tazewell, VA so I could show her the 1805 log cabin of our ancestor, Major David Peery.

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Other landmarks were photographed on that sunny afternoon, including Falls Mills Dam, the N & W railroad yards built as a result of the Industrial Revolution and a few remaining historic buildings that witness the boom days of Bluefield, West Virginia.

The 12 story grand old West Virginian Hotel built in 1924 was the tallest building in southern West Virginia.

A stop by the old City Hall and a climb to the third floor of the beautiful building, revealed Gary Bowling’s House of Art. We chatted with Gary and found his heart’s passion immersed in local art and in the preservation of a once busy railroad town. He shared with enthusiasm about the scheduled restoration of the old Granada Theatre and I’m thrilled!

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Appalachian Power Company Building

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The West Virginian Hotel

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Each return to home leaves me with a bit more understanding of the culture and heritage of the Bluefields! Follow along on Facebook !