Logan County Memories

As we grow older, memories of our past become more precious to us. The grocery stores, churches, schools, and the people we knew hold a special place in our heart and remembering these people, places, and things become particularly important.

This page was created to provide a place to preserve and share these special Logan County memories. If you would like to share a story about your Logan County memories, please email it to the admin at loganwv.us@gmail.com.

My Childhood Memory of Greenville
By Roger Egnor
February 1, 2014

The house has been torn down, those that lived in the house have at one time or another, have died, except for two. Prior to their deaths, and during the summer, her daughters and other family members would either come in from out of State, or come by to join in with their instruments. I have seen and sit in, listening to of course, to some of the best Gospel and Bluegrass Pickers West Virginia had to offer. It would start off with the family members playing, word would spread throughout Greenville and other communities as well, that Bluegrass and Gospel Music was being played, and soon there would be a house full of Pickers. They would begin on Friday Night and play the entire weekend. At her wake, Bluegrass and Gospel music was played most all night. Some of those Pickers (but just a few I suppose), are still alive today, playing and singing some of those old traditional Bluegrass and Gospel Songs. How I loved those times, and I often wonder back trying to reclaim some of my precious memories. Buddy Grimmett, if you read this, I’m sure you can recall those times as well as myself. Thank You Buddy for helping in the making of my precious memory. I’m sure you remember most if not all the Pickers that participated, and to whom I’m writing about as well.

Henlawson Ghost Story
October 27, 2013
Henlawson RR BridgeIn the summer of 1957, a group of us were playing in the backyard after dark. After a while we stopped playing and settled down on the back steps to talk. After a few minutes, one of us pointed out a couple walking across the railroad bridge about 500 feet away. We thought nothing about it and continued to talk. A few minutes later the dogs started barking and we saw this same formally-dressed couple walking down the back alley about 50 feet away. After the couple walked down a path to the river bank and out of sight, we turned and looked at each other and were immediately startled. Although we were sitting only a few feet from one another, we could barely see each another. But yet we saw the couple walking in the darkness very clearly. Scared out of our wits, we ran as quickly as we could inside. We no longer played outside after dark that year.

August 1, 2013
By Lana Guiler

William and Elsie Gore Dingess home, Verdunville, WV

Photo by Nausie Dingess

This photo shows the former William “Will” and Elsie Gore Dingess home in Verdunville, WV. The location is on County Highway 5, west out of Logan (also called Mud Fork Road). I was born in this house in 1941. The home is no longer there, and when I last saw the property four years ago, a trailer home was occupying that space. The store and adjacent gas station next to the home were operated by Dingess and Gore family members. Those structures are also gone, but there is a piece of equipment from the gas station that is still in the ground. Hill Road, next to this property, leads up to a cemetery where, among others, my granddad Will Dingess is buried. He died in #20 coal mine accident in 1933. While my dad, Franklin Shuff, was in the Navy, my mother, Emily Dingess Shuff, and I lived with Grandma Dingess. She allowed coal miners to live there as boarders to help make ends meet. She and mother got up early every morning and killed chickens that were kept in the yard. I remember watching them ring the chickens’ necks, dip them in a big pot of boiling water, pluck their feathers off and cup them up for cooking. Then, the kitchen was a very busy place with cooking chicken, biscuits and milk gravy. Some of that was eaten for breakfast with eggs, and some packed up in the miners’ lunch pails. The only other things I remember about the miners were how dirty they were when they came home – the whites of their eyes stood out and seemed scary to me. If I remember correctly, they took baths outside before coming in. And I remember how, after dinner, they went up to their rooms and turned on a radio. I can hear the soulful country music now.

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