Frank and Lucy had no children, but raised Marvin Matthews from about the age of 6 Months
Lucy McCormick, 75, of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, died unexpectedly of an apparent heart attack at 4 p.m. Sunday, October 5, 1986, in Green County Memorial Hospital.
She was born May 29, 1911, in McCurdysville, W. Va., a daughter of Mose and Mary Howard Matthews.
She lived most of her life in Monongalia County, W. Va., and resided in Waynesburg for the past 15 years.
She was a house wife and a member of the Assembly of God Church in Mt. Morris.
Her husband, Frank McCormick, died July 11, 1967.
She is survived by a foster son, Marvin Matthews of Denver, Colorado.; three foster grandchildren, and a brother, Harry R. Matthews of Waynesburg R.D. 3.
Deceased are a sister, Rosie Matthews, and two brothers, Clarence and William Matthews.
McCORMICK -- Firends of Lucy Matthews McCormick of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, who died Sunday, October 5, 1986, will be received from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday in the Glise E. Mariner and Samuel A. Milliken Funeral Home, 197 North Maiden Street, Waynesburg, where services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, October 9, with the Rev. Helen Gallatine officiating. Burial in Cedar Grove Cemetery, Mt. Morris.
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Bio of Marvin Matthews, son of William Matthews and Dessie Pearl Wright, raised by Lucy and Frank McCormick
This is a short Bio. written by Marvin 2002
Born June 23, 1937, at Green County Memorial Hospital, Waynesburg, Pa..
As was told to me in later years I was very sick, and had several blood transfusions while I was in the hospital or shortly there after. My mother Dessie Pearl Matthews was in failing health and had been for several years.
My parents ask Lucy Matthews (My Aunt) McCormick, (sister to my father William D. Matthews) and Frank (My Uncle) McCormick if they would care for me, I was told that I was about 6 months of age and I was not expected to live long. Frank (being a hardheaded Irishman) said "He is not going to die on my hands without trying something", so they gave goats milk. I weighed only 6 pounds, and when I was given the goats milk, my health started to improve and gaining weight. At the age of one year I was too fat.
I have fond memories of my life with Frank and Lucy, and at an early age I started to call them Dad & Mom. I remember that when I grew older, (during grade school) I asked if I could change my last name to McCormick. Frank said no, that I should carry the Matthews name. I never ask that question again.
During this bio. Frank & Lucy McCormick will be named as Dad & Mom, which I still call them to this day.
During the early 40's and World War II life was hard on the farm.
We lived on a farm at Woods Run, near Garards Fort, Pa., and I went to school during my first grade. It was called Woods Run School, a one room school with the boys and girls
Out House was behind the school.
If I remember correctly my two sisters Betty and Iva Lee, and brother Billy went to the same school, and rode the same bus, driven by Ed Black. My school lunch was either cheese or peanut butter sandwiches. To this day I am not able to eat cheese sandwiches.
While living there Mom and I would walk to the store with a basket of egg to sell so we could buy Flower, Sugar, and Coffee with the ration stamps. The ration stamps were for the purchase of Flower, Sugar, Coffee, Shoes, Gasoline, and other items I do not remember.
The house we lived in was a log house, and was later covered with board siding. I can remember lying in front of the fire place in the cold of winter time looking at old comic books and dreaming of Christmas. Mother made me a team of horses for Christmas when I was about 4 or 5 years old out of scrap brown rags, and Dad made a wagon to go with the team of horses. This was my pride and joy for years to come.
When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I remember we went to a baptismal service. Service was was held in the very small river (we called them a creek), near Mount Morris, Pa. After the service we came home, and I being a good little boy, caught the cat and took him to the rain barrel and proceeded to baptize him. Mom told me later that I dunked the poor cat by the tail in the barrel three times, saying "In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I Baptize Thee.". What ever happened to that poor cat I will never know.
Dad Loved his horses, and had to the best of my knowledge a stud horse that he would transport to other farms.
Due to shortage of rubber during World War II, he had to get sell the stud horses and the truck because he could not purchase tires. This was a great disappointment to him.
Later he had to sell the farm to Milo Gump, then we moved to Jollytown, Pa., to another farm, which was located on a dirt road, and in the winter time, we stayed home, and if we went any place it was by horse and buggy. There was no electricity, and no gas, heat and cooking was by coal and wood. For lights we used oil lamps. I went to a one room (red brick) school in Jollytown, and I remember on of my teachers was a Mr. Taylor. He was an old man but a good teacher. We would walk to the Dye General store in Jollytown to get groceries, and again take eggs and milk to sell.
Later we moved again to the Gilmore farm near Jollytown, and I to this day try to tell my children that I walked through the state of West Virginia to get to school and they laugh about it.
The road from home to school went through the Northern part of W. Va. and was about a mile I had to walk through MUD. The Pa. side of the road was gravel, the W. Va portion was MUD, and in the winter time it would take about an hour to walk to the other side to Pa.
We moved to a farm near Morgantown, W. Va. and I went school at Suncrest High.
We then again moved to a farm near Blacksville, W. Va. There I went to school at Clay Battelle High School.
I remember walking 5 miles with mom to attend the old fashion tent meetings near Daybrook, W. Va., with the Rev. Helen Gallatin preaching. When Mom passed away Helen Gallatin mentioned this during the service. We also attended the Jakes Run Assembly of God, and a Mr. Clyde Brookover, would take us there.
Later we moved to Wadestown on the Shriver farm and lived there about 2 years and then move to the Wise Farm.
Each place we moved to was always on mud roads, and how we found them I will to this day never know.
While growing up most of my toys were hand made from wood. I guess that is why I love wood work.
In 1960, when I received my greetings form the president of the United States, that I was welcome to join the happy family of military service, I went to Fairmont , W. Va, and enlisted in the army. I took my basic training in Fort Jackson, South Carolina, then on to Fort Gordon, Georgia, where I went to Signal School.
My overseas duties, which were great, except one, and that was Viet Nam. I served 14 months in Korea, with the 51st Signal Battalion, I Corps, doing long lines (telephone cable) while there. Germany, there a total of about 9 years, and while there Carol along with three children, Darlene, David, Timothy, traveled throughout Europe.
March 1968 I arrived in South Viet Nam where I drove Semi Tractors delivered food and beer to the troops in outlaying areas. This was during the Tet Offence and I was involved in trying to deliver food supplies from the sea port to the holding area. We would unload the supplies and the Viet Cong would bomb the area. Through it all we still supplied the men in the field with the goodies.
I left Viet Nam in October 1969, and was glad
My dear friend Marvin Matthews 1937-2007 buried Fort Logan Cemetery, Denver Colorado.
Lucy McCormick, 75, of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, died unexpectedly of an apparent heart attack at 4 p.m. Sunday, October 5, 1986, in Green County Memorial Hospital.
She was born May 29, 1911, in McCurdysville, W. Va., a daughter of Mose and Mary Howard Matthews.
She lived most of her life in Monongalia County, W. Va., and resided in Waynesburg for the past 15 years.
She was a house wife and a member of the Assembly of God Church in Mt. Morris.
Her husband, Frank McCormick, died July 11, 1967.
She is survived by a foster son, Marvin Matthews of Denver, Colorado.; three foster grandchildren, and a brother, Harry R. Matthews of Waynesburg R.D. 3.
Deceased are a sister, Rosie Matthews, and two brothers, Clarence and William Matthews.
McCORMICK -- Firends of Lucy Matthews McCormick of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, who died Sunday, October 5, 1986, will be received from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday in the Glise E. Mariner and Samuel A. Milliken Funeral Home, 197 North Maiden Street, Waynesburg, where services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, October 9, with the Rev. Helen Gallatine officiating. Burial in Cedar Grove Cemetery, Mt. Morris.
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Bio of Marvin Matthews, son of William Matthews and Dessie Pearl Wright, raised by Lucy and Frank McCormick
This is a short Bio. written by Marvin 2002
Born June 23, 1937, at Green County Memorial Hospital, Waynesburg, Pa..
As was told to me in later years I was very sick, and had several blood transfusions while I was in the hospital or shortly there after. My mother Dessie Pearl Matthews was in failing health and had been for several years.
My parents ask Lucy Matthews (My Aunt) McCormick, (sister to my father William D. Matthews) and Frank (My Uncle) McCormick if they would care for me, I was told that I was about 6 months of age and I was not expected to live long. Frank (being a hardheaded Irishman) said "He is not going to die on my hands without trying something", so they gave goats milk. I weighed only 6 pounds, and when I was given the goats milk, my health started to improve and gaining weight. At the age of one year I was too fat.
I have fond memories of my life with Frank and Lucy, and at an early age I started to call them Dad & Mom. I remember that when I grew older, (during grade school) I asked if I could change my last name to McCormick. Frank said no, that I should carry the Matthews name. I never ask that question again.
During this bio. Frank & Lucy McCormick will be named as Dad & Mom, which I still call them to this day.
During the early 40's and World War II life was hard on the farm.
We lived on a farm at Woods Run, near Garards Fort, Pa., and I went to school during my first grade. It was called Woods Run School, a one room school with the boys and girls
Out House was behind the school.
If I remember correctly my two sisters Betty and Iva Lee, and brother Billy went to the same school, and rode the same bus, driven by Ed Black. My school lunch was either cheese or peanut butter sandwiches. To this day I am not able to eat cheese sandwiches.
While living there Mom and I would walk to the store with a basket of egg to sell so we could buy Flower, Sugar, and Coffee with the ration stamps. The ration stamps were for the purchase of Flower, Sugar, Coffee, Shoes, Gasoline, and other items I do not remember.
The house we lived in was a log house, and was later covered with board siding. I can remember lying in front of the fire place in the cold of winter time looking at old comic books and dreaming of Christmas. Mother made me a team of horses for Christmas when I was about 4 or 5 years old out of scrap brown rags, and Dad made a wagon to go with the team of horses. This was my pride and joy for years to come.
When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I remember we went to a baptismal service. Service was was held in the very small river (we called them a creek), near Mount Morris, Pa. After the service we came home, and I being a good little boy, caught the cat and took him to the rain barrel and proceeded to baptize him. Mom told me later that I dunked the poor cat by the tail in the barrel three times, saying "In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I Baptize Thee.". What ever happened to that poor cat I will never know.
Dad Loved his horses, and had to the best of my knowledge a stud horse that he would transport to other farms.
Due to shortage of rubber during World War II, he had to get sell the stud horses and the truck because he could not purchase tires. This was a great disappointment to him.
Later he had to sell the farm to Milo Gump, then we moved to Jollytown, Pa., to another farm, which was located on a dirt road, and in the winter time, we stayed home, and if we went any place it was by horse and buggy. There was no electricity, and no gas, heat and cooking was by coal and wood. For lights we used oil lamps. I went to a one room (red brick) school in Jollytown, and I remember on of my teachers was a Mr. Taylor. He was an old man but a good teacher. We would walk to the Dye General store in Jollytown to get groceries, and again take eggs and milk to sell.
Later we moved again to the Gilmore farm near Jollytown, and I to this day try to tell my children that I walked through the state of West Virginia to get to school and they laugh about it.
The road from home to school went through the Northern part of W. Va. and was about a mile I had to walk through MUD. The Pa. side of the road was gravel, the W. Va portion was MUD, and in the winter time it would take about an hour to walk to the other side to Pa.
We moved to a farm near Morgantown, W. Va. and I went school at Suncrest High.
We then again moved to a farm near Blacksville, W. Va. There I went to school at Clay Battelle High School.
I remember walking 5 miles with mom to attend the old fashion tent meetings near Daybrook, W. Va., with the Rev. Helen Gallatin preaching. When Mom passed away Helen Gallatin mentioned this during the service. We also attended the Jakes Run Assembly of God, and a Mr. Clyde Brookover, would take us there.
Later we moved to Wadestown on the Shriver farm and lived there about 2 years and then move to the Wise Farm.
Each place we moved to was always on mud roads, and how we found them I will to this day never know.
While growing up most of my toys were hand made from wood. I guess that is why I love wood work.
In 1960, when I received my greetings form the president of the United States, that I was welcome to join the happy family of military service, I went to Fairmont , W. Va, and enlisted in the army. I took my basic training in Fort Jackson, South Carolina, then on to Fort Gordon, Georgia, where I went to Signal School.
My overseas duties, which were great, except one, and that was Viet Nam. I served 14 months in Korea, with the 51st Signal Battalion, I Corps, doing long lines (telephone cable) while there. Germany, there a total of about 9 years, and while there Carol along with three children, Darlene, David, Timothy, traveled throughout Europe.
March 1968 I arrived in South Viet Nam where I drove Semi Tractors delivered food and beer to the troops in outlaying areas. This was during the Tet Offence and I was involved in trying to deliver food supplies from the sea port to the holding area. We would unload the supplies and the Viet Cong would bomb the area. Through it all we still supplied the men in the field with the goodies.
I left Viet Nam in October 1969, and was glad
My dear friend Marvin Matthews 1937-2007 buried Fort Logan Cemetery, Denver Colorado.
Frank and Lucy had no children, but raised Marvin Matthews from about the age of 6 Months
Lucy McCormick, 75, of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, died unexpectedly of an apparent heart attack at 4 p.m. Sunday, October 5, 1986, in Green County Memorial Hospital.
She was born May 29, 1911, in McCurdysville, W. Va., a daughter of Mose and Mary Howard Matthews.
She lived most of her life in Monongalia County, W. Va., and resided in Waynesburg for the past 15 years.
She was a house wife and a member of the Assembly of God Church in Mt. Morris.
Her husband, Frank McCormick, died July 11, 1967.
She is survived by a foster son, Marvin Matthews of Denver, Colorado.; three foster grandchildren, and a brother, Harry R. Matthews of Waynesburg R.D. 3.
Deceased are a sister, Rosie Matthews, and two brothers, Clarence and William Matthews.
McCORMICK -- Firends of Lucy Matthews McCormick of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, who died Sunday, October 5, 1986, will be received from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday in the Glise E. Mariner and Samuel A. Milliken Funeral Home, 197 North Maiden Street, Waynesburg, where services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, October 9, with the Rev. Helen Gallatine officiating. Burial in Cedar Grove Cemetery, Mt. Morris.
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Bio of Marvin Matthews, son of William Matthews and Dessie Pearl Wright, raised by Lucy and Frank McCormick
This is a short Bio. written by Marvin 2002
Born June 23, 1937, at Green County Memorial Hospital, Waynesburg, Pa..
As was told to me in later years I was very sick, and had several blood transfusions while I was in the hospital or shortly there after. My mother Dessie Pearl Matthews was in failing health and had been for several years.
My parents ask Lucy Matthews (My Aunt) McCormick, (sister to my father William D. Matthews) and Frank (My Uncle) McCormick if they would care for me, I was told that I was about 6 months of age and I was not expected to live long. Frank (being a hardheaded Irishman) said "He is not going to die on my hands without trying something", so they gave goats milk. I weighed only 6 pounds, and when I was given the goats milk, my health started to improve and gaining weight. At the age of one year I was too fat.
I have fond memories of my life with Frank and Lucy, and at an early age I started to call them Dad & Mom. I remember that when I grew older, (during grade school) I asked if I could change my last name to McCormick. Frank said no, that I should carry the Matthews name. I never ask that question again.
During this bio. Frank & Lucy McCormick will be named as Dad & Mom, which I still call them to this day.
During the early 40's and World War II life was hard on the farm.
We lived on a farm at Woods Run, near Garards Fort, Pa., and I went to school during my first grade. It was called Woods Run School, a one room school with the boys and girls
Out House was behind the school.
If I remember correctly my two sisters Betty and Iva Lee, and brother Billy went to the same school, and rode the same bus, driven by Ed Black. My school lunch was either cheese or peanut butter sandwiches. To this day I am not able to eat cheese sandwiches.
While living there Mom and I would walk to the store with a basket of egg to sell so we could buy Flower, Sugar, and Coffee with the ration stamps. The ration stamps were for the purchase of Flower, Sugar, Coffee, Shoes, Gasoline, and other items I do not remember.
The house we lived in was a log house, and was later covered with board siding. I can remember lying in front of the fire place in the cold of winter time looking at old comic books and dreaming of Christmas. Mother made me a team of horses for Christmas when I was about 4 or 5 years old out of scrap brown rags, and Dad made a wagon to go with the team of horses. This was my pride and joy for years to come.
When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I remember we went to a baptismal service. Service was was held in the very small river (we called them a creek), near Mount Morris, Pa. After the service we came home, and I being a good little boy, caught the cat and took him to the rain barrel and proceeded to baptize him. Mom told me later that I dunked the poor cat by the tail in the barrel three times, saying "In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I Baptize Thee.". What ever happened to that poor cat I will never know.
Dad Loved his horses, and had to the best of my knowledge a stud horse that he would transport to other farms.
Due to shortage of rubber during World War II, he had to get sell the stud horses and the truck because he could not purchase tires. This was a great disappointment to him.
Later he had to sell the farm to Milo Gump, then we moved to Jollytown, Pa., to another farm, which was located on a dirt road, and in the winter time, we stayed home, and if we went any place it was by horse and buggy. There was no electricity, and no gas, heat and cooking was by coal and wood. For lights we used oil lamps. I went to a one room (red brick) school in Jollytown, and I remember on of my teachers was a Mr. Taylor. He was an old man but a good teacher. We would walk to the Dye General store in Jollytown to get groceries, and again take eggs and milk to sell.
Later we moved again to the Gilmore farm near Jollytown, and I to this day try to tell my children that I walked through the state of West Virginia to get to school and they laugh about it.
The road from home to school went through the Northern part of W. Va. and was about a mile I had to walk through MUD. The Pa. side of the road was gravel, the W. Va portion was MUD, and in the winter time it would take about an hour to walk to the other side to Pa.
We moved to a farm near Morgantown, W. Va. and I went school at Suncrest High.
We then again moved to a farm near Blacksville, W. Va. There I went to school at Clay Battelle High School.
I remember walking 5 miles with mom to attend the old fashion tent meetings near Daybrook, W. Va., with the Rev. Helen Gallatin preaching. When Mom passed away Helen Gallatin mentioned this during the service. We also attended the Jakes Run Assembly of God, and a Mr. Clyde Brookover, would take us there.
Later we moved to Wadestown on the Shriver farm and lived there about 2 years and then move to the Wise Farm.
Each place we moved to was always on mud roads, and how we found them I will to this day never know.
While growing up most of my toys were hand made from wood. I guess that is why I love wood work.
In 1960, when I received my greetings form the president of the United States, that I was welcome to join the happy family of military service, I went to Fairmont , W. Va, and enlisted in the army. I took my basic training in Fort Jackson, South Carolina, then on to Fort Gordon, Georgia, where I went to Signal School.
My overseas duties, which were great, except one, and that was Viet Nam. I served 14 months in Korea, with the 51st Signal Battalion, I Corps, doing long lines (telephone cable) while there. Germany, there a total of about 9 years, and while there Carol along with three children, Darlene, David, Timothy, traveled throughout Europe.
March 1968 I arrived in South Viet Nam where I drove Semi Tractors delivered food and beer to the troops in outlaying areas. This was during the Tet Offence and I was involved in trying to deliver food supplies from the sea port to the holding area. We would unload the supplies and the Viet Cong would bomb the area. Through it all we still supplied the men in the field with the goodies.
I left Viet Nam in October 1969, and was glad
My dear friend Marvin Matthews 1937-2007 buried Fort Logan Cemetery, Denver Colorado.
Lucy McCormick, 75, of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, died unexpectedly of an apparent heart attack at 4 p.m. Sunday, October 5, 1986, in Green County Memorial Hospital.
She was born May 29, 1911, in McCurdysville, W. Va., a daughter of Mose and Mary Howard Matthews.
She lived most of her life in Monongalia County, W. Va., and resided in Waynesburg for the past 15 years.
She was a house wife and a member of the Assembly of God Church in Mt. Morris.
Her husband, Frank McCormick, died July 11, 1967.
She is survived by a foster son, Marvin Matthews of Denver, Colorado.; three foster grandchildren, and a brother, Harry R. Matthews of Waynesburg R.D. 3.
Deceased are a sister, Rosie Matthews, and two brothers, Clarence and William Matthews.
McCORMICK -- Firends of Lucy Matthews McCormick of 154 West Green Street, Waynesburg, who died Sunday, October 5, 1986, will be received from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday in the Glise E. Mariner and Samuel A. Milliken Funeral Home, 197 North Maiden Street, Waynesburg, where services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, October 9, with the Rev. Helen Gallatine officiating. Burial in Cedar Grove Cemetery, Mt. Morris.
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Bio of Marvin Matthews, son of William Matthews and Dessie Pearl Wright, raised by Lucy and Frank McCormick
This is a short Bio. written by Marvin 2002
Born June 23, 1937, at Green County Memorial Hospital, Waynesburg, Pa..
As was told to me in later years I was very sick, and had several blood transfusions while I was in the hospital or shortly there after. My mother Dessie Pearl Matthews was in failing health and had been for several years.
My parents ask Lucy Matthews (My Aunt) McCormick, (sister to my father William D. Matthews) and Frank (My Uncle) McCormick if they would care for me, I was told that I was about 6 months of age and I was not expected to live long. Frank (being a hardheaded Irishman) said "He is not going to die on my hands without trying something", so they gave goats milk. I weighed only 6 pounds, and when I was given the goats milk, my health started to improve and gaining weight. At the age of one year I was too fat.
I have fond memories of my life with Frank and Lucy, and at an early age I started to call them Dad & Mom. I remember that when I grew older, (during grade school) I asked if I could change my last name to McCormick. Frank said no, that I should carry the Matthews name. I never ask that question again.
During this bio. Frank & Lucy McCormick will be named as Dad & Mom, which I still call them to this day.
During the early 40's and World War II life was hard on the farm.
We lived on a farm at Woods Run, near Garards Fort, Pa., and I went to school during my first grade. It was called Woods Run School, a one room school with the boys and girls
Out House was behind the school.
If I remember correctly my two sisters Betty and Iva Lee, and brother Billy went to the same school, and rode the same bus, driven by Ed Black. My school lunch was either cheese or peanut butter sandwiches. To this day I am not able to eat cheese sandwiches.
While living there Mom and I would walk to the store with a basket of egg to sell so we could buy Flower, Sugar, and Coffee with the ration stamps. The ration stamps were for the purchase of Flower, Sugar, Coffee, Shoes, Gasoline, and other items I do not remember.
The house we lived in was a log house, and was later covered with board siding. I can remember lying in front of the fire place in the cold of winter time looking at old comic books and dreaming of Christmas. Mother made me a team of horses for Christmas when I was about 4 or 5 years old out of scrap brown rags, and Dad made a wagon to go with the team of horses. This was my pride and joy for years to come.
When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I remember we went to a baptismal service. Service was was held in the very small river (we called them a creek), near Mount Morris, Pa. After the service we came home, and I being a good little boy, caught the cat and took him to the rain barrel and proceeded to baptize him. Mom told me later that I dunked the poor cat by the tail in the barrel three times, saying "In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I Baptize Thee.". What ever happened to that poor cat I will never know.
Dad Loved his horses, and had to the best of my knowledge a stud horse that he would transport to other farms.
Due to shortage of rubber during World War II, he had to get sell the stud horses and the truck because he could not purchase tires. This was a great disappointment to him.
Later he had to sell the farm to Milo Gump, then we moved to Jollytown, Pa., to another farm, which was located on a dirt road, and in the winter time, we stayed home, and if we went any place it was by horse and buggy. There was no electricity, and no gas, heat and cooking was by coal and wood. For lights we used oil lamps. I went to a one room (red brick) school in Jollytown, and I remember on of my teachers was a Mr. Taylor. He was an old man but a good teacher. We would walk to the Dye General store in Jollytown to get groceries, and again take eggs and milk to sell.
Later we moved again to the Gilmore farm near Jollytown, and I to this day try to tell my children that I walked through the state of West Virginia to get to school and they laugh about it.
The road from home to school went through the Northern part of W. Va. and was about a mile I had to walk through MUD. The Pa. side of the road was gravel, the W. Va portion was MUD, and in the winter time it would take about an hour to walk to the other side to Pa.
We moved to a farm near Morgantown, W. Va. and I went school at Suncrest High.
We then again moved to a farm near Blacksville, W. Va. There I went to school at Clay Battelle High School.
I remember walking 5 miles with mom to attend the old fashion tent meetings near Daybrook, W. Va., with the Rev. Helen Gallatin preaching. When Mom passed away Helen Gallatin mentioned this during the service. We also attended the Jakes Run Assembly of God, and a Mr. Clyde Brookover, would take us there.
Later we moved to Wadestown on the Shriver farm and lived there about 2 years and then move to the Wise Farm.
Each place we moved to was always on mud roads, and how we found them I will to this day never know.
While growing up most of my toys were hand made from wood. I guess that is why I love wood work.
In 1960, when I received my greetings form the president of the United States, that I was welcome to join the happy family of military service, I went to Fairmont , W. Va, and enlisted in the army. I took my basic training in Fort Jackson, South Carolina, then on to Fort Gordon, Georgia, where I went to Signal School.
My overseas duties, which were great, except one, and that was Viet Nam. I served 14 months in Korea, with the 51st Signal Battalion, I Corps, doing long lines (telephone cable) while there. Germany, there a total of about 9 years, and while there Carol along with three children, Darlene, David, Timothy, traveled throughout Europe.
March 1968 I arrived in South Viet Nam where I drove Semi Tractors delivered food and beer to the troops in outlaying areas. This was during the Tet Offence and I was involved in trying to deliver food supplies from the sea port to the holding area. We would unload the supplies and the Viet Cong would bomb the area. Through it all we still supplied the men in the field with the goodies.
I left Viet Nam in October 1969, and was glad
My dear friend Marvin Matthews 1937-2007 buried Fort Logan Cemetery, Denver Colorado.
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