Life was more free when tram roads crossed the mountains

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By Dwight Williamson

Dwight Williamson, Logan County MagistrateI was just a young kid who sometimes rode on a Trailways bus to town with my mother, but I can recall the lines of people waiting to get into movie theaters. And I remember vividly the fish tanks in the back of the “dime store,” as well as the humongous pair of blue jeans that hung from the ceiling of Weiner’s Army and Navy Store that we sometimes visited. A sign on the pants read: “If you can wear them, you can have them.”

For me, Logan might as well have been New York City, as it was a far cry different from Island Creek’s No. 16 company store at Verdunville, where most of my family’s household goods came from.

Visits to Logan were few and far between for me as a youngster, as my family had no vehicle, and I can only imagine what it must have been like for someone my age or older growing up in or around downtown Logan. With bakeries so handy, and with hot dogs and hamburgers served in numerous locations, I sometimes envied those boys and girls who had almost immediate access to such delights.

Looking back, though, I wouldn’t change a thing about my youth, how and where I was raised, or how I grew into adulthood. Never in a million years could I imagine that I would someday be thinking that “we” — the poor kids who dotted every coal mining hollow in Logan County during the 1950s and ’60s — maybe could be the last of a generation to have lived truly free. Free to roam the hills, free to stay outside at night without supervision, free to walk the railroad tracks for what seemed like miles, free to build treehouses on land we didn’t own, free to wade the creeks, and free to climb into parked coal train cars left vacant on railroad tracks. We were truly “free” at a time when parents didn’t need to worry about drugs or neighborhood crime.

Realizing, of course, that change comes with time — be it good or bad — allows me to relate a story of interest that I believe applies to us today, at least as far as the metamorphosis of the county of Logan is concerned.

The hills were truly adventurous during my youth. From picking wild greens with my parents and grandparents in springtime to blackberry picking during summers to gathering hickory nuts during autumn to sleigh riding in wintertime — the hills provided a getaway for us all.

Teenagers and grown men fired away at rabbits and squirrels during the appropriate seasons in the same hills in which we, as kids, had worn paths from constant travel.

Long before I ever knew what a “tram road” was, the local pathway provided an avenue of travel from just behind Verdunville Grade School on Mud Fork to various locations throughout the nearby hills. So that you will know, a tram road is a dozed-out dirt road that was used to haul (tram) coal in usually small wooden coal cars from a coal mine to a nearby coal tipple, where there the coal could be dumped and later be loaded into coal cars of an awaiting train, then transported to various locations across the country.

The tram road I speak of led from Island Creek’s Coal Company’s No. 15 mine in Ellis Hollow along a 10-foot wide path located behind what became Verdunville Grade School to a tipple that stood directly across from what is now the Verdunville Church of God — the church having been built on what was called a coal bank, or slate dump. That particular coal mine (No. 15) closed even before No. 16 mine, which was located a stone’s throw from what is now Verdunville Grade School that opened in 1957. I do not believe I was even alive when the two mines were in operation, the school being constructed after the No. 16 mine shutdown.

One location I could reach by traveling the tram road toward Logan was a long hollow that served as a slate dump, but, as I later learned, also was widely used over the years by young lovers for nighttime parking — a place simply called Ellis Hollow.

On certain days when the weather was allowable, I would make the long trek by foot to the place where my father sought out tranquility in the form of squirrel or grouse hunting. Dad being a marksman and recipient of five Bronze Stars during World War II, I, much like my sharpshooting father, identified with the freedom and peacefulness the hills can provide on beautiful spring or autumn days. The hillsides that we traversed, of course, did not belong to us in the legal sense, but they certainly did in another endearing way.

To connect this story to its beginning concerning the town of Logan, I must first tell you that the hills where my father, my grandfather, myself, and many others sometimes sought refuge in one form or the other, are now the location of the Fountain Place Mall at a site formerly known as Ellis Hollow, a long hollow where moonshine stills once proved profitable before coal mining took over the scene.

The mall is often referred to as the reason downtown Logan is not so vibrant anymore. Nevertheless, it is my opinion that the opening of the Corridor G highway to and from Charleston and beyond had as much to do with the town of Logan’s business fate as did the Fountain Place Mall that was constructed over top of Island Creek’s abandoned No. 15 coal mine.

Logan has changed. The mountains have changed. The state has changed. People have changed. The nation has changed.

Gone are the bus lines, cab companies, pool halls and beer joints, as well as the many shoppers in downtown Logan. Some of us are fortunate enough to have memories of those days gone by, but we are also hopeful that “vision” for the future will include bringing Logan back into significance.

I must say that the tram road walks I experienced while picking wild greens in spring, June apples in early summer, and blackberries during the heat of July and August allowed me to see much of nature’s bounty, but never could I have imagined what would become of a mountainous hollow in the middle of nowhere — Fountain Place Mall.

Obviously, someone had a vision.

It was that vision that kept Logan County from becoming another Welch in McDowell County, which like downtown Logan, used to be a thriving place.

That old tram road I’ve mentioned — for the most part — still partially exists, but it’s certainly a long hike from my former homeplace to the Fountain Place Mall location via that venerable route I once traversed.

Nowadays, with my youthfulness and mountain stamina continuously fading away, I find it much easier to just drive there. Not nearly as many snakes to worry about either.

Well, at least not the crawling kind.

Dwight Williamson is a former writer for the Logan Banner. He is now a Magistrate for Logan County. He writes a weekly column for HD Media.

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8 thoughts on “Life was more free when tram roads crossed the mountains”

  1. Doran Chambers

    Doran Chambers, I was born in Stollings and lived there until I married and moved to Logan.. Cush Chambers, the judge was one of my relatives and Doran Hinchman was my second cousin. Logan was a great place to live. I also worked at the Applichin Power Co for 5 yrs before moving to Cincinnati to attend college.

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  2. William Sheppard

    I grew up in the fifty’s, and sixty’s also on Logan County, graduating in 1965. I remember those roads as well but we just called them timbering access roads. Picked lots of black berries, blue berries and raspberries and Logan berries. I remember all things you described that we did in our youth and how peaceful it was. Beautiful place and time in Logan county West Virginia.

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  3. James Henry Graver

    I was born and grew up in Crystal Block. We had our own “tram” road which was used to haul coal from a second “face” that opened about 2 miles up route 119 to the main tipple at Crystal Block. We kids used the tram mostly to sleigh ride during the winter. We also roamed the hills at will without any fear at all and would be gone all day during the summer. During the late 40s and early 50s Bob and Joe Hatfield still lived in Sarah Ann (Crystal Block). Could one of these brothers be the grandfather of Judy Merritt she referred to in her post? Also, my younger brother, Kenny, played for Nig Pierce on the C&O Indians when the league was first established. I played for Charlie Hylton on the Lions Cubs in that first year. There were many very successful athletes that played in the league who went on to have good careers in high school and college.

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  5. Frances Pierce Hampson

    Dwight Williamson, Thank you for writing those beautiful words about “ Life was more free”….great memories. I lived your words (minus the tram roads) I grew up in Peach Creek… daughter of F. M “Nig” and Gertrude Pierce. I attended. the little four room Peach Creek grade school, first thru 6 grade. I, with a playmate friend would often climb those hills, taking along a peanut butter sandwich and a jug of water…free to enjoy natures beauty. IWe did not own a car.. I rode the bus to go roller skating every chance I could, My dad, along with Bus Perry and others was involved in organizing Logan’s Little League…he was the coach of the C&O Indians…and became District Administrator for the Logan area, plus was on the Williamsport Little League Council representing the Logan area. My mom was a cook for the YMCA in Peach Creek, my dad was a machinist for the C&O railroad in Peach Creek. I, graduated from Logan High School and just this year attended my 68th Class Reunion “Cats of the 50’s! I left West Virginia shortly after graduation, but will always be a Mountaineer. The world has changed drastically…gotta fight for freedom.
    God Bess the USA! 🇺🇸

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  6. Judy Merritt Morgan

    Thank you for the memories. I grew up in Dehue and my mother and grandfather grew up in Crystal Block ( Hatfields) . My dad lived across the Guyandot river. He was a coal miner. I have always been grateful for growing up in the mountains of WV. I moved long ago so I appreciate these walks down memory lane.

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  7. John W Hutchinson

    Dwight Williamson, My dad was born in Logan in 1919, Jack Hutchinson, father Frank Hutchinson, mother Bonnie . He was born in the house next to the Chafin house at the end of Main Street. I would be interested in any infor you have on Hutchinson Coal Co or my family.

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