Clarence Stacy – Cherry Tree resident makes good as Singer, Actor, Song Writer, Producer, Author and Playwright. Clarence Stacy and his mother, Alice, lived the second house above the Cherry Tree school beside the home of Milford Long. He has happy memories of his childhood in Cherry Tree and chumming around with Joe Piros, Jr […]

Residents of Cherry Tree, Whites Addition and Fisher Bottom as remembered by Bruce Davidson. This list was abstracted and edited by Robert McCormack.  Editing was based on notes from Helen (Tarkany) Piros and from his own memories.  As a child I heard many times that at one time there were two very large cherry trees

Interview conducted by her son, Bob Piros in November of 2002. My first memory of Cherry Tree was in 1919 when I was 7 years old. My father, Gabor, and 1 walked down from Mona Hill to visit with my Uncle John Tarkany who lived with His family in the two story wood house almost

The Pilgrim Holiness Church (Wesleyan Church) Pilgrim Holiness Church is a religious denomination associated with the holiness movement that split from the Methodist Episcopal Church in 1897. It was first organized in Cincinnati, Ohio as the International Holiness Union and Prayer League. The organization later became the Pilgrim Holiness Church which eventually merged with the

Based on interview of Helen Tarkany Piros (niece of John Tarkany) conducted by her son, Bob Piros in November of 2002. John Tarkany was born on June 26, 1881 in Csesznek, Hungary. He worked in the coal mines at an early age with his father George SR. and his brothers, Gabor, George JR. and Mike.

Cherry Tree was a homogeneous blend of folks from just about anywhere in the world. Hungarians, Italians, Poles and some, such as my family, whose origins was suspect but believed to be descended from the mixture of the Scotch-Irish peoples who inhabited the Appalachian Mountains from early on. Daddy Fykes, also a resident of the

One of my earliest Cherry Tree memories is playing with the Wiley children next door.  Harold was my age and we played in the dirt with our trucks and cars.   His sister, Judy, was always crying.  “Tin can alley” was a sport some of us indulged in. It was a sad day as I watched

Alex Nagy Senior seemed loved by all and a pleasure to do business with. One time, however, my dad, C.B. McCormack, haggled with Mr. Nagy over how much fat there was on the meat and Mr. Nagy took Dad into the refrigerator and said: “Now you see this, I have to pay for all that

My Family Memories My Dad Joe was in business for himself. He hauled produce and eggs from Ohio and Kentucky. We never had a lack of food in our house because if my Dad couldn’t sell everything, he would give it away to those who were in need.  We lived in the red brick two-story