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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.

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

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.

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.

“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