Dear
Mr. Nassif: I wanted to see if I could get a copy of Sam Bulford's CD. I am from the area; born in Parsons but spent a good portion of my time in Rowlesburg, and it would be good to have some material from back home. BTW, are you by chance any relation to Bertha Nassif? She was a dear friend of mine, and I used to walk her and Freda Faris to church back when I was in my teens. Thank you, and I look forward to hearing back from you. Regards, David Thrower |
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Doctor Douglas D. Glover visits the Rowlesburg clinic at least once a month and perhaps more often than that. I am told that he helps the sick as a volunteer doctor. Isn' that wonderful? On one of those occasions, he stopped in the store to say hello and to visit with our family. We sat there in the back room on the famous Glover's Drugstore Ice Cream Chairs and looked at other Glover memorabilia such as the large brown glass medicine bottle and the sign that said Glover's Drugstore. I had my first formal job at Glover's Drugstore. I worked there during one or two summers when I first started college. Anna |
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My
first training in words was, other than the informal workshops
at home in Joe's Place with all of the colorful and connotative
language and laughter, was with Miss Beatrice (Heaton),
who, I remember gave me a little red reader to encourage reading.
Joe's Place still contains that book. The book has drawn pictures. Of course, those drab black and white pictures of Dick and Jane and scenes of nature were only the poor copy of the rich, color-filled, real-life imagery of the men and the mountains, the women and the waters of the Cheat, in all seasons, but especially in the deep natural greens and other hues of Summer. George |
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What memories! I'll add to Anna's list: "Spin the bottle," the cutest Cheerleaders in the County", Louis Michael's RHS Band at the Buckwheat Festival, the world's greatest feeling playing on the varsity football, basketball and baseball teams, sledding down Church street hill and the "Bricks," admiring Manheim's principal's homemade snow skis (Mr. Helmick), being a "drug store cowboy" with a "brown cow" in hand at Dr. Glover's Drug Store, Monday morning's assembly in the old gym, and .......... Joe N. | As Pascal said, "Happiness is being where you want to be, and needing not to go elsewhere..." To be at the center, and not in the suburbs, with the center safe, clean, filled with life, where everyone wants to be. Just the opposite of the forces that drove the middle and upper classes from city downtowns to the suburbs to the exurbs. And, eventually, back to the small towns. Rowlesburg is the hidden treasure metropolitan folk don't know: to be simultaneously at the center and in the most desirable locale, that is the kernel of truth of a small town. George N. |
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Another author comes to mind when I think about memories from my youth. Marcel Proust in "Remembrances of things past" describes the joy he felt when tasting again a "petite madeliene" soaked in tea. He was transported back to his childhood where his aunt used to serve him that pleasurable treat. It's the same pleasure that comes from hearing the squeak of a rusty back door hinge reminiscent of Grandmother's back door, or an odor resembling that of the smell of Mother's kitchen, or the sound of turkey gobblers in Grandmother's side yard. Those little moments of "deja vu" do bring delight to the soul and Rowlesburg is full of those remembrances. Katie |
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