I had almost fell out with God for making me a slave

Posted by Dave Tabler | February 27, 2017

In celebration of the heroes of the Underground Railroad, Ohio Memory and the Ohio Historical Society are providing free digital access to the internationally-acclaimed Wilbur H. Siebert Collection during this year’s Black History Month. The following narrative [MSS116AV BOX 57 08OH 031] by escaped slave Asbury Parker is from the collection. Spelling and punctuation are Parker’s own.

[Ohio Lawrence County]

Interview with Asbury Parker of Ironton, Ohio, Sept. 30, 1894.

Asbury Parker said:

I was born In Cabell County, West Virginia, in 1830 (I think was the date). I belonged to Richard Brown. I was with him till I Was 13 years old and then was sold at his death and came to Lawrence County, Ky., on Sandy Row and was there till I was about 21 years old when I left in 1857.

I was a team-driver about Wm. Patterson’s iron works-the Clinton Furnace in Greenup County (now Boyd Co.), Kentucky. Jim Rowe was my purchaser. I got acquainted with a good many white men from the other side of the River. They seemed to take a liking to me, and some of ‘em told me that I was too smart to be a slave. They would tell me about Sandusky City and Cleveland, north on the lakes, and that I could take shipping there and cross to Canada.

Asbury Parker photograph, with note "Asbury Parker, of Ironton, O. A fugitive in his slave clothes"

Asbury Parker photograph, with note “Asbury Parker, of Ironton, O. A fugitive in his slave clothes”

I allus wanted to be free and when Buchanan run against Fremont there was a good deal of talk about war over there if Fremont was elected, about his being a damned Abolitionist and a friend of the nigger. I kep thinkin’ about runnin’ away but had been puttin’ it off. I had almost fell out with God for making me a slave. But when Buchanan was elected I made up my mind I never would be freed and to make a break, and I told the boys that by the end of another year no white man would be collectin’ my wages.

In the latter part of April I came over. I crossed the River at Huntington (there was no Huntington there then). A friend of mine put me over the River his skiff and I came here to Ironton about 2 o’clock P.M. and met Gabe Johnson. (When I was 18 years old several of us boys came over to store-boat to get some brandy on the Ohio side. We got it and was goin’ back when a boat with a couple of white gentlemen rowed up and one black-whiskered man asked whare we’d been. I told him and he said “You been in a free state, and going back to Kentucky again? You’re G-d- fools.” I said “Boys you hear that, and wanted to start then, but they were afraid. I think the man spoke the truth).

I went to my mother-in-law’s house. She was free woman on this side. Dan Holt and Nat Salisbury went with me that Sunday night out to the settlemtns of Olive Furnace (Lawrence Co.): After I got out there daylight had struck us and the boys told me where to stay and that night to go to old Cratoff’s house—and old colored man and a great U.G.R.R. worker. They told the old man I’d be there that night. On my way up I stumbled over a fallen telegraph wire, and I had never seen one, but heard of ‘em, and I said G— that thing. It’s tellin’ the white people just where I’m goin’ —that they’s a runaway nigger in the woods.”

The old man took me in. I was dressed in black broad cloth. I’d left off my Kentucky jeans. The old man told me I could travel in broad daylight if I’d hold up my head and act free. He conducted me over into the Stewart settlement that night and we got there at one or two o’clock in the morning, and I got my breakfast there. From the Stewart settlement I went up the Washington switch—Cratoff went up part of the way with me and told me to take the train there. I had never seen a train before, but when it slowed down I got on and never knew nothin’ about tickets. I offered the conductor a $5 bill on the Wheeling Bank of Virginia. He took it and changed it, but I think he knew I was a scape Jack. He saw me thru to Hampden (in Vinton Co.) and there saw that I got on the train for Columbus.

I got in there that night about 11 o’clock and gave a boy ten cents to take me to the house of colored people. I told him I had kin there but couldn’t find them till in the morning. He took me to a policeman and the policeman showed me a street where he said all the people were colored from one end to the other. The second door I knocked at they took me in. They sent for a tall barber—John—to ask me some questions about whar I’d come from. The family’s name was Smith. I stopped there a couple of days and rested. From there I went out to the Benedict settlement. There I found another colored man a resting—had been there a day or two.

We were directed to Jim McKibben’s the other side of Mt. Gilead, about a couple of miles, then up to Iberia. Stopped with Richard Hammond’s (four or five brothers of ‘em) John and others), and I also stopped with old man Armstrong. I was there three or four days before I left. All that ridge was what they called Republican Ridge—all white men. Professor Gordon was the President of the college there. I was around the college some. Then I went to Galion, Ohio, went right on up the railroad track, stopped at a little house on the left about ten o’clock at night and got something to eat.

Then we went right on, followed the track and got to Sandusky about 3 o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday. After we got into Sandusky the first man we spoke to was a colored man. He brought a boy and the boy knew all about the U.G.R.R. and went and came back with $8 he’d collected. The boy then took us down to the boat—the “Bay City,” running from Sandusky to Detroit. The boy told us to get off the first landing, at Malden, then we’d be in Canada. We landed about 11 o’clock in the night—Friday.

The next day or two I found boys [slaves] there that had run away from the same county—Alick Mead, Lewis Bealer, Jim Pogue, Tom Clansy, Daniel Brown (Fiddler Brown), Mary Mead. I stayed in Canada 13 years before I came back—mostly in Windsor, opposite Detroit. They was settled there by the hundreds—Kentuckians, & West Viriginians mostly, but I saw one from Alabama and one from North Carolina and several (3 or 4) from Tenn. When I was there a good many owned land and farmed, 25 40, a few 100 acres. Others worked by the day on farms and chopping wood.

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New WV exhibit commemorates Women’s History Month

Posted by Dave Tabler | February 24, 2017

History helps us learn more about who we are. When we do not know our own history, however, our power and dreams can be hindered. The contributions and accomplishments of women have often been overlooked and omitted from mainstream culture and historical interpretation. In order to expand knowledge of West Virginia history, a team of emerging history professionals from Morgantown has been working to fill that void.

West Virginia Women's History - Clio tour.

West Virginia Women’s History – Clio tour.

 

Eliza Newland (Collections and Program Manager, Watts Museum), Karly Kovalcik (Public History MA Candidate, WVU), and Lacey Bonar (History PhD Candidate, WVU) created a West Virginia Women’s History Tour as an interactive component of an upcoming exhibit at Arts Monongahela. The exhibit, “IN.EXclusive,” is designed to commemorate Women’s History Month (celebrated during the month of March) and includes artwork by six West Virginia artists. The artwork, inspired by women from West Virginia’s past and present, is accompanied by a unique installation design and the interactive tour.

Traveling from places like the Women’s Christian Temperance Union Community Building in Morgantown to the Pearl S. Beck Birthplace Foundation and Museum in Hillsboro, the tour (accessible online: http://bit.ly/2l4bodA) shares the stories of more than twenty women who are influential in the history of West Virginia.

The team used technology to reach members of the public where they are, creating a series of connected entries in Clio (theclio.com). Created by Marshall University history professor Dr. David Trowbridge, Clio is the first non-commercial website and mobile application that connects users to historical and cultural sites across the United States. Each entry provides reliable and concise information, connecting the public to scholarship, related websites, and other media.

Cedar Grove, today.

Cedar Grove, today.

‘Cedar Grove’ is one of the entries made specifically for this tour. Also known as the William Tompkins House, Cedar Grove is a historic home located in Cedar Grove, Kanawha County, West Virginia.

The house stands as a tribute to the growth of the Kanawha Valley in western Virginia prior to the Civil War, which was largely due to the salt industry—an industry powered by rented slaves from Eastern Virginia.

The home was built in 1844 by William Tompkins, who had moved to the Kanawha Valley around 1818. He joined his brother-in-law, Aaron Stockton, in a salt business and soon gained some advantage and prestige by developing several improvements in drilling techniques. Around 1841, Tompkins became the first person in the region to use natural gas as the fuel to extract salt from saltwater (previously coal or wood were used). Many believe that this was the first time that natural gas was used for industrial purposes.

During the Civil War, Cedar Grove withstood the pressures of passing Confederate and Union troops, despite being on an important route. This is explained by the fact that Mrs. Tompkins was an aunt of Ulysses S. Grant and possessed a letter from him to display to troops.

Despite the letter of support from Grant, the Tompkins were likely Confederate sympathizers; they were slave owners and the house was the seat of a plantation that stretched along the Kanawha River. The bricks that built Cedar Grove were bricks that slaves made by hand. During this time period, thousands of slaves were rented from Eastern Virginia by salt makers like Tompkins and Stockton to do the labor intensive work of making salt.

Mary Lee Settle

Mary Lee Settle

Well-known West Virginia writer Mary Lee Settle (1918 – 2005) is a descendant of the Tompkins. Born in Charleston, Mary Lee Settle spent summers at Cedar Grove with her grandmother, Addie Tomkins. For many, Cedar Grove is the imaginative wellspring of her writing.

Mary Lee Settle is the author of 21 books, including ‘The Beulah Quintet’ — a five volume work of historical fiction that spans two continents and 300 years of American history. Each book is set at a moment of transition, a time right on the edge of deep societal change.

Beulah Land, where the novels unfold, is a fictional place grounded in the reality of Settle’s family home place at Cedar Grove, West Virginia. She won the National Book Award in 1978 for her novel ‘Blood Tie.’

Catherine Moore recently produced a radio documentary entitled Cedar Grove (listen to it here: http://www.cedargrovestory.com/). It is a story about bridging the past and the future, using the work of Mary Lee Settle and the voices of women from Cedar Grove to learn about navigating the current moment of uncertainty in the coalfields of West Virginia.

Another location featured on the tour is the historic marker located near the Tucker County Courthouse memorializing Carrie Williams vs. the Board of Education Tucker County, 1892. In response to a school board policy that created a much shorter school term for African American children in Tucker County, black educator Carrie Williams challenged the board’s racially discriminatory policy and won her case.

Carrie Williams, a photo from later in life. Courtesy of great grandson Curtis F. Smith.

Carrie Williams, a photo from later in life. Courtesy of great grandson Curtis F. Smith.

As a result, black children were able to spend the same number of weeks in school as white children in the decades before the schools of Tucker County were integrated.

This was also an important decision for black educators who had previously earned much less than their white counterparts. The historic marker was erected in honor of the landmark court case in 2013.

To learn more about the other women, visit the tour’s website (http://bit.ly/2l4bodA ) or stop by Arts Monongahela during Women’s History Month. The Opening Reception for “IN.EXclusive” is on Friday, March 3 from 5-8PM at Arts Monongahela (201 High Street, Morgantown, WV). Facebook event link: https://www.facebook.com/events/380736818968876/

 

 

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Harness race king Sanders Russell wins the Hambletonian, at age 62

Posted by Dave Tabler | February 23, 2017

[Walter] Sanders Russell (1900-1982), was born in Stevenson, Alabama. Sanders began harness racing while still in high school and won his first race in 1915. The U.S. Trotting Association’s official records credit him with 1,116 first places, 531 seconds and 503 thirds. He won more than 20 major stakes with world records in 1946 and ‘55. His total winnings were over $2,000,000. In 1962, at age 62 and recovering from a broken leg, Sanders won the famed Hambletonian on A.C.’s Viking.

—-Alabama Sports Hall of Fame

On A Clear Day from Tennessee’s Lookout Mountain you can even see Stevenson, AL, which, virtually motionless, snuggles a valley some 50 miles to the southwest as the crow and A. C.’s Viking, in the stretch, fly.

Motionless may not be quite the right word for Stevenson. This is the heart of the great power fountain, which is the Tennessee Valley Authority. This is also textile country, one vast stand after another of rich timber and a land its sweating forefathers never left to keep pressing west.

A 1951 harness-racing matinee at the Russell Stables training track.

The hard and fast population of greater Stevenson hangs at about 1300 persons all happily cloaked in seclusion and benign tranquility a few rolling miles off the main drag between Chattanooga and Birmingham. The Tennessee River meanders nonchalantly through the near by countryside, a true reflection of the people who live long lives along its verdant watershed. Peaceful is its countenance, but mighty is its industrial backbone.

Back to this land from faraway places each late autumn comes a solitary man who has been one of the very few hereabouts to seek and take his fortune elsewhere. The return of the native, you might say. And in truth, Sanders Russell has done more to put Stevenson on the map than Rand McNally or the Avondale Textile Mill and the Chicamauga Cedar Co. combined.

For nigh onto 25 or 30 years now Sanders Russell has been famous among harness people for disappearing back to “someplace called Stevenson, Alabama” after the racing season in the north, east and west is completed. But if one calls him famous amongst the harness folk for this, one should see how really famous he is for this in Stevenson, itself.

Particularly in November of 1962, a year when Mr. Russell and a great bay colt named A. C.’s (initials only) Viking had come thundering down the stretch at Du Quoin, IL, to capture the coveted Hambletonian. There had been 15 trotting horses in this annual 3 year old classic and the dash for home had looked like a cavalry charge, but in straight heats Mr. Russell and the Viking had exploded through what little daylight was available to whip the likes of Stanley Dancer and Del Miller and Johnny Simpson and Joe O’Brien.

Factually, Stevenson can’t remember when there weren’t some Russells around to whom it owed much. Sanders’ great granddaddy had taken over a large expanse of the good earth just outside of Stevenson away back in the days when Andrew Jackson, himself, was signing over land grants to worthy settlers. Towering majestically to the rear of Sanders’ farm spread is Russell Mountain, a foothill member of the beauteous Cumberland chain. Families that have whole mountains named after them are not exactly a dime a dozen.

From the very beginning up until the present time the Russells have, as the good citizens of Stevenson will voluntarily testify, been tremendously civic minded. Active in the church, charities and in all community projects from housing transient TVA workers to adding wings on the hospital, the Russells will leave much more than a mountain behind them as a heritage to Stevenson.

Strong as has been the general report that Sanders’ harness racing nickname of “Preacher” stems from his being a Methodist minister back in Stevenson during the winter months, it is not true. Mr. Russell is a member of the church board of stewards all right, but the “Preacher” tag actually came from an entirely different direction.

“I was racing in New York when the ‘What’s My Line?’ show first appeared on television,” Sanders grins, “and I had a Negro groom who practically insisted that I get myself on that show. ‘Put a Bible underneath your arm and clean all that horse stuff off the bottom of your boots, Mr. Russell,’ he told me, ‘and you’ll look like the sharpest preacher man ever to come out of the south.”

It’s true. Gentle in voice and manner, easy to smile and chuckle and with piercing blue eyes beneath well groomed white hair, Sanders Russell could easily be taken for a man of the cloth instead of a man of the silks. Except on the racetrack, that is, where he is a demon with a trotting horse. Yes, quiet, patriarchal looks be hanged. Sanders Russell is actually a salty old dog and a calloused old veteran when that starting gate pulls ahead and swings closed. He won the Hambletonian with an ankle that had been so badly sprained in an accident that he had to move to and from his sulky on crutches.

There have been horses in Sanders Russell’s life ever since he can remember. As a sideline to farming his daddy raised and sold road horses, the type used for buggy transportation in those days. From these horse and buggy days and back road racing between neighbors evolved, of course, the modern day racing animal and sport. When he was 15 Sanders drove his first goose pimpling victory, behind Sammy R at the Winchester, TN fair.

It hasn’t been any other way since. His brother, I. Pickens (Pick) Russell III, manages the large Russell farm spreads majoring in top beef cattle & hogs, and Sanders deals strictly in Standardbred horses. During the winter months on the half-mile track below the two Russell homes Pick also helps Sanders train a public stable that has reached 50 head for 1963.

Small southern fairs and the more fruitful Indiana and Ohio fair circuits provided Sanders Russell, Mrs. Russell (the former Evelyn Willis of Stevenson) and their two sons, Walter and Henry, with a comfortable living during those earlier times. Prestige of the Russell stable grew rapidly, accelerated by Sanders’ seemingly inherent ability to artistically train trotting colts. His patience with young horses, his knack of drawing out the best qualities of a trainee Standardbred, was obvious from the start.

“Horses are like children, exactly,” Sanders says. “You must be patient with them and realize every minute that each of them will present you an entirely different ‘personality’, an entirely different problem. You must coax them, cajole them and yet be firm with them on certain pointers. A horse that grows up without manners will give you headaches ’til the end.”

It was only fitting that A. C.’s Viking, serene and imperturbable in his new barn stall these days, in his role as the latest star to fall on Alabama, should hand Sanders Russell his greatest thrill last summer at Du Quoin.

“He is the most well mannered horse I have ever seen anywhere, the perfect race horse,” Sanders reports. “He will take and accept any signal you give him, will race any type of race you want and doesn’t fall into any kind of habit by having sometimes to race the same type of race two or three times in succession. His power is doggone near secondary.”

There were other horses before A. C.’s Viking, horses that carried the Sanders Russell brown and tan colors off the fair circuits to the large pari mutuel tracks and the Grand Circuit and kept them there. Hal Tryax and Sir Laurel Guy were memorable ones, as were Tronita, Spring Hill, Dr. Billy, Pete Spencer, Junior Counsel, Try Wyn, Johnnie Brown, Queen Wilkes, Aimee Scot, Jewelry, Graydon and Kedrie.

On a living room wall in the Russell’s sprawling ranch home is a large colored picture of Sanders behind Chestertown, taken the August day in 1947 when the 4 year old bay colt won the big Roosevelt two-mile trot in 4:192/5. In a loaded trophy case in the same room are testimonies of his 1959 win in the Batavia Downs Colt & Filly Stake behind Farand Hanover, his triumph in the Bloomsburg Fair Stake the same year with the same horse and a conquest in the 1961 Hanover Hempt Farm Stake with a 2 year old colt named A. C.’s Viking.

A. C.’s Viking was to win $198,000 in 1962 (including the Yonkers Futurity and the Hambletonian, two of the three jewels in harness racing’s triple crown), more than any other 3 year old trotter in history. Sanders assures that the addition of A. C. Peterson’s horses including the Viking to his stables was one of the nicest things that has happened to him in these latter day years.

Six years ago Sanders convinced Joe MacDonald, the Scotsman from Canada, that he should join forces with the Russell stable as assistant trainer and driver. This is listed by Sanders as another most important recent day development. The canny Scot did much of the stakes driving this year, for instance (winning 90 odd races), while Russell concentrated on training and conditioning the two-year olds and Viking.

In a day and age when the average age of the nation’s leading drivers is plunging lower and lower, it was only natural, it is supposed, that a newspaper man asked Sanders Russell if he had any retirement plans.

“I think not,” Mr. Russell responded gently, “Bi Shively won the Hambletonian when he was 73, you know. I quite frankly am looking forward to next season and a string of them after that.”

The good life in Stevenson, AL, is very apt to keep Mr. Sanders Russell on course and steady as she goes.

“Sanders Russell….. Pride Of Dixie!” by Earl Flora, ‘Harness Horse Magazine,’ December 1962

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You murdered that you and your wives might have palaces

Posted by Dave Tabler | February 22, 2017

Mary Harris Jones (1837-1930), better known as Mother Jones, was an American labor organizer and one of the founders of the Social Democratic party (1898) and the Industrial Workers of the World (1905). Her August 1912 speech to striking coal miners in Charleston, WV was one in a series of organized activities which were blamed for violence in the state’s coal fields, and led to her conviction of conspiracy to commit murder, which was later commuted. This excerpt is from the last portion of the speech.

Oh, men [speaking of mine owners], have you any hearts? Oh, men, do you feel? Oh, men, do you see the judgment day on the throne above, when you will be asked, “where did you get your gold?”

You stole it from these wretches. You murdered, you assassinated, you starved, you burned them to death, that you and your wives might have palaces, and that your wives might go to the seashore. Oh God, men, when I see the horrible picture, when I see the children with their hands off, when I took an army of babies and walked a hundred and thirty miles with a petition to the President of the United States, to pass a bill in Congress to keep these children from being murdered for profit. He had a secret service then all the way to the palace. And now they want to [re-elect] that man! What is the American Nation coming to?

Manhood, womanhood, can you stand for it? They put reforms in their platforms, but [we] get no reform. [Roosevelt] promised everything to labor. When we had the strike in Colorado he sent 200 guns to blow our brains out. I don’t forget. You do, but I don’t. And our women were kicked out like dogs at the point of the bayonet. That is America. They don’t do it in Russia. Some women get up with $5 worth of paint on their cheeks and have tooth brushes for their dogs and say, “oh, them horrible miners. Oh, that horrible old Mother Jones, that horrible old woman.”

I am horrible! I admit, and I want to be to you blood-sucking pirates!

I want you, my boys, to buckle on your armor. This is a fighting age; this is not the age for cowards; put them out of the way. Take your medicine [Governor], because we are going to get after you, no doubt about it.

I want you to be good. Give the Governor time until to-morrow night, and, if he don’t act then it is up to you. We have all-day Saturday, all-day Sunday, all-day Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday if we need it.

Mother Jones in Charleston WV 1912Mother Jones brings shoes for children in union camps during West Virginia miners strike.

We are used to living on little; we can take a crust of bread in our hands and go.

Boys, stay quiet until tomorrow night. I think it would be a good thing to work tomorrow, because the mine owners will need it. The mine commissioner will get a pain in his skull to-night and his wife will give him some “dope.” The mine owner’s wife is away at the seashore. When she finds no more money coming she will say, “Is there any more money coming?” He will say, “Most of the miners are not working.” She will say, “Take the guards and shoot them back into the mines, those horrible fellows.”

The Governor says, if you don’t go to work, said he, in the mines or on the railroads, I am going to call the militia, and I will shoot you…I said we can get ready too.

What militia can you get to fight us? Those boys on Paint Creek wouldn’t fight us if all the governors in the country wanted you to. I was going yesterday to take dinner with them, but I had something else to do. I am going some day to take dinner with them, and I will convert the whole bunch to my philosophy. I will get them all my way.

Now, be good, boys.

Pass the hat around, some of these poor devils want a glass of beer. Get the hat. The mine owner robs them. Get a hat you fellows of the band…

Another thing I want you to do: I want you to go in regular parade, three or four together. The moving-picture man wants to get your picture to send over the country.

The hat is for miners who came up here broke, and they want to get a glass of beer. And to pay their way back — and to get a glass of beer. I will give you $5. Get a move on, and get something in it…

The National Government will get a record of this meeting. They will say, my friends, this was a peaceful, law-abiding meeting. They will see men of intelligence, that they are not out to destroy but to build. And instead of the horrible homes you have got we will build on their ruins homes for you and your children to live in, and we will build them on the ruins of the dog kennels which they wouldn’t keep their mules in. That will bring forth better ideas than the world has had. The day of oppression will be gone. I will be with you whether true or false. I will be with you at midnight or when the battle rages, when the last bullet ceases, but I will be in my joy, as an old saint said:

O, God, of the mighty clan, God grant that the woman who suffered for you, Suffered not for a coward, but oh, for a man. God grant that the woman who suffered for you, Suffered not for a coward, but oh, for a fighting man.

Source: www.infoplease.com/t/hist/jones-coal-miner

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Modern carpenters would not know what cracking a log was

Posted by Dave Tabler | February 21, 2017

Those who never lived in a mountainous country are often surprised at the sight of what we call sleds, slides or sledges, made of the bodies of small trees with crooked ends, turning upward like those of sleigh runners, though much more clumsy and heavy.

As these runners wore down they were “shod” by tacking split saplings under them. Sleds can be hauled on steep hill-sides where wheeled vehicles would turn over or get beyond control going down hill. Our “Union” carpenters of this day could not build a house with the materials and tools of their pioneer ancestors, nearly all of whom were carpenters.

Modern carpenters would not know what “cracking” a log was, for instance; and yet, the pioneer artisans of old had to make their boards by that method. It consisted in driving the blade of an ax or hatchet into the small end of a log by means of a maul, and inserting wooden wedges, called “gluts.” On either side of this first central “crack” another crack was made, and gluts placed therein.

cross-tie maker working a logPhoto caption reads: “Mr. Stewart, cross-tie maker, working a log in Brasstown, NC.” (about 1932)

There were usually two gluts placed in each crack and each was tapped in turn, thus splitting the log uniformly. These two riven pieces were next placed in a “snatch-block,” which were two parallel logs into which notches had been cut deep enough to hold the ends of these pieces, which were held in position with “keys” or wedges. The upper side of this riven piece was then “scored” with a broad ax and then “dressed” with the same tool, the under edges being beveled.

The length of these pieces, now become puncheons, was usually half the length of the floor to be covered, the two ends resting on the sleeper running across the middle of the room. The beveled edges were placed as near together as possible, after which a saw was run between them, thus reducing the uneven edges so that they came snugly together, and were air tight when pinned into place with wooden pegs driven through augur holes into the sills and sleepers.

Hewed logs were first “scalped,” that is the bark was removed with an ax, after which the trunk was “lined” with a woolen cord dipped in moist charcoal, powdered, which had been made from locust bark. This corresponded to what is now called a chalk line. Then four of these lines were made down the length of the log, each pair being as far apart as the hewed log was to be thick-usually four to six inches-one pair being above and the other pair below; after which the log was “blocked” with an ax, by cutting deep notches on each side about four feet apart. These sections were then split from the sides of the log, thus reducing its thickness to nearly that desired. Then these sides were “scored” and then dressed till they were smooth.

The block on which the “Liberty Bell” of Philadelphia rests still shows this “scoring” or hacks made by the broad-ax. Houses were framed on the ground by cutting the ends of the logs into notches called “saddles” which, when placed in position, fitted like joiner work–each log having been numbered while still on the ground. When the logs were being placed in position they were lifted into place on the higher courses by means of what were called “bull’s eyes.” These were made of hickory saplings whose branches had been plaited into rings and then slipped over the logs, their stems serving as handles for pulling.

source: Western North Carolina, A History (1730-1913), by John Preston Arthur, published by National Society Daughters of the American Revolution of North Carolina, Edward Buncombe Chapter, 1914

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  • Tom Paine says:

    This is a very interesting and informative article, but I have two quibbles with it. The vast overuse of “quotes” was very “annoying” and made it “harder to read”, in my opinion. Also, while true, the tone of the headline and references to modern carpenters not knowing how to employ these ancient techniques was unnecessary and condescending. Those wise old carpenters wouldn’t know how to use a circular saw or a laser level either, but how is any of that relevant to an otherwise very interesting article about old methods of carpentry?

  • Dave Tabler says:

    Tom, your quibbles are well taken, and I in fact agree with you on both points. This article is an exact rendering, quotes and condescension intact, from “Western North Carolina, A History (1730-1913)”, by John Preston Arthur. So perhaps your quibble should be that I haven’t made clear enough that the words are John P Arthur’s, and not mine.

  • Amanda Dymacek says:

    This is a fascinating read! Thanks for sharing. It was great to meet you at the alumni event in Naples, I have sent a few notes to make connections. Stay tuned and keep up the great work with your blog!

  • Tom Paine says:

    Thanks for the response, Dave. It was still a great read and I did enjoy reading about how they used to do it.

  • Sandra says:

    Well, that’s the bottom line here. Old carpenters do not know how to use the modern equipment while most carpenters don’t know the old methods. But, the carpenters nowadays have the chance be to be Jack-of-all-trades. What I mean is that they can master the use of modern equipment while learning how the old method goes. Did you agree with me? By the way, thanks for posting and sharing Dave! Have a great day.

  • Kevin Wease says:

    the pic of the lamp black factory was actually taken in Creston Wv, we also have some of them printed showing our house and boats

  • Granny Sue says:

    She was a firebrand for sure, a rabble rouser of the first order. I wonder, would the men have done what they did without her? Did they need her to inspire and motivate them? I think they did. Controversial as she was and still is, she made history happen.

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