Time for the next Storytellers Blog Hop! This time, I invited tellers to share posts about who they are, where they are located and why they do what they do. Perhaps you will be surprised to find one of my storytelling friends living in your region and be able to attend one of their events, or simply read about what they've been doing and the kinds of performances they offer. I love it when I can introduce friends to friends, and that is what this blog hop is all about.
Most of you already know about me and what I do: I live on the western side of West Virginia, and I specialize in Appalachian stories and ballads, tell many ghost stories, and also offer programs of international stories and other topics.
I craft programs to meet particular needs and topics regularly, and tell to audiences of all ages. I also write, mainly short stories and poetry, and have been a columnist for Two Lane Livin' magazine for the past five years. I live in the country, grow most of what we eat, and have a large family of 12 siblings, 5 sons, 13 grandchildren and a great-granddaughter. I also sell antiques and vintage items at two antique malls, one in nearby Ravenswood, WV and one in Marietta, OH; and I sell on eBay too. My life since I retired from full-time employment has been busier than I would have believed possible, and I love every minute. My husband and I are adding a second log room to our home, using logs from an old cabin we tore down (before it fell down). We travel a lot in our state and meet the most interesting people--and often find the treasures we sell as well as treasured stories along the way.
So that's the "quick and dirty" about me. Now I hope we will have other storytellers link up and tell you about themselves and what they do in their part of the world. Settle in and get ready to meet some surprising and gifted people.
Storytellers, now it's your turn! Link Up! Remember to provide a backlink to this page (http://grannysu.blogspot.com)
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
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Monday, April 15, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Welcome April! and the Second Storytellers Blog Hop
I am so happy to see April--and that's no joke. April is flowers, fruit trees in bloom, new green everywhere, birds and bees humming and busy, gardens being planted, and the whole world smiling. Even April showers are refreshing and a reminder of the need for rain to bring forth the goodness of summer.
So while my bread is rising in the kitchen, I am writing my blog and thinking about spring and stories. I am inviting the storytellers to once again add their links to this page for our second hop. The first one was fun, and I read blogs by my storytelling friends everywhere-many of them I didn't even know were bloggers so it was a happy discovery. So link up, friends!
I can't wait to read your submissions to the Second Storyteller's Blog Hop! Link up below.
So while my bread is rising in the kitchen, I am writing my blog and thinking about spring and stories. I am inviting the storytellers to once again add their links to this page for our second hop. The first one was fun, and I read blogs by my storytelling friends everywhere-many of them I didn't even know were bloggers so it was a happy discovery. So link up, friends!
We start this beautiful month of April with a day for fools! I think Mark Twain's reminder is very much to the point: "The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year." Ah, yes. Mr. Twain keeps us humble, but who doesn't enjoy some foolishness once in a while? My sons were lovers of the practical joke so we had to be the lookout for things like salt in the sugar bowl, buckets of water perched over doors, saran wrap on the toilet seat and other tricks. Fools and tricksters have always been held in high regard in stories. My favorites are the Hodja stories from the Middle East and of course the Jack tales of our Appalachian region (with their roots in Britain and Europe). Today I will share a story about the Hodja, and perhaps later this week one about Jack. The Hodja (also known as Nasruddin) is what is known as a Wise Fool--one who seems foolish on the surface but whose wisdom is hidden by his seemingly foolish demeanor. One I enjoy telling is called Feeding His Clothes, or also The Hungry Coat (and probably many other titles). This maybe the most well-known of the tales, and the version below is my adaptation. I imagine this story taking place in spring, when the trees are budding and the creeks and rivers running full. The Hodja was invited by a wealthy family to a great feast which was to last for several day, and where he was to be one of the guests of honor. He dressed in his finest clothing and made his way to the river, where to his dismay he found the water was quite high. He stepped carefully on each of the stepping stones but his foot slipped off of one and into the river he fell. When he climbed out on the other side, his fine clothes were wet and filthy. "Well then, I must go as I am," he said to himself. "I am the guest of honor and to be late would be rude indeed." So wet and bedraggled he made his way to the feast. When he arrived, however, the guard at the door refused to let him in. "But I am one of the guests of honor," the Hodja protested. "See, here is my invitation." He pulled the wet, muddy paper from his pocket and showed it to the guard. "Very well," said the guard. "You may enter." The Hodja walked into the hall and sat down near the head of the great dining table. "No, no!" exclaimed one of the waiters. "You must not sit there. Those places are for the finest of our guests. You must sit here, at the foot of the table where you will not be seen as readily." The feast began, and all manner of food and drink was passed around to the guests. But when the platters and decanters reached the Hodja, only crumbs and drops remained of the rich contents. The next day, the Hodja bought new clothes. When he arrived at the feast, he was resplendent in rich fabrics and furs. "Welcome, fine sir, welcome!" cried the guard at the door. "Do you not want to see my invitation?" the Hodja asked. "It is not necessary for one so fine and important as you, sir, the guard responded. When the Hodja entered the dining hall, the waiter took him immediately to the head of the table, to be seated at the right hand of the host. When the feast commenced, the laden platters and full decanters were passed first to the Hodja. "Thank you," he murmured. He took food from the platters and stuffed it into his pockets and poured the drink all over his beautiful clothes. His host was astounded. "What are you doing, my man?" he shouted. "You are ruining your clothes!" "When I came yesterday in clothes wet and muddy from my fall in the river, I was put at the foot of the table, and the food and drink were gone when the containers reached me. Today I come dressed in fine clothing and am given the best of everything. Since I am the same person today as I was yesterday, it must be my clothing you are honoring, and so, I am feeding my clothes." This is just one of many delightful Hodja tales. You can read and learn more about Nasruddin at the following sites: Mulla Nasruddin FolktalesMy friend Priscilla Howe has translated many Nasruddin tales on her blog And another friend, Jackie Baldwin, offers links to many stories and more information about this lovable character on her Story Lovers website. A scholarly paper delivered at the first Wise Fools Conference (really!) is excellent reading with some deep background on the topic. Tales from the heart of the Hodja's homeland, on a website originally written in Turkish, so be aware of that should you find oddities of grammar. |
Sunday, March 24, 2013
A Storyteller's Trip Through History: Dailey, West Virginia
I have been through Dailey, West Virginia, before on my storytelling travels but I never knew the history of this small mountain community. Nestled in the Tygart River Valley just below Elkins, West Virginia, Dailey was part of the Tygart Valley Homestead Project and was built by the Roosevelt administration to be a planned, self-sufficient community that would grow its own food, produce crafts and other work for income and provide all other needs of the residents such as housing, education, medical help and so on. It was a grand plan and included the communities of East Dailey and Valley Bend.
Built in 1934, Dailey was the largest of three New Deal resettlement communities built in West Virginia (the other two being Arthurdale and Eleanor). The target population was men who had lost jobs in the timber industry, lumber mill and railroads. The men were to work at the community farm and the lumber mill three days a week to pay back the very modest cost of the homes. I later learned that these homes had oak flooring on the first floor and pine on the second floor--exactly like my first house in Virginia, a small log cabin built by a former Civilian Conservation Corps worker. I suppose he got this idea, along with the skills to build with logs and quarry stone, from his days in the CCC. The men also worked an additional 3 days a week to provide for the other needs of their families, and the women cared for the gardens, canned and put up food, and perhaps worked at the weaving shop in the Trade Center.
All of the houses were built in one of two styles designed by architect Benjamin Smith: there were gambrel roofed houses (barn-shaped) and others called A-frame. These were truly homesteads, with root cellars, chicken houses, a garden plot, fruit trees, etc. Homesteaders could "check out" gardening tools from the community library.
The school where I was to tell stories was part of the original settlement too, although built later in 1939.
It looks very like other school buildings constructed in the late 30's-early 40's, but what struck me about this building was that it included some things that have been left behind, sadly, in today's elementary schools: things like a music room, an art room, a library, a theater and gymnasium. All aspects of education were included, while today music, art, libraries and physical education are often left out of building planning. What a loss for our children. I learned on the school's website that many children attending the school today are descendants of the original homesteaders.
I ate lunch in the building originally called the Trade Center (currently for sale--see here). It was built of stone, with many windows, a beautiful place. As I ate, I thought of how Dailey must have been in those early days: bustling with workers, women weaving rugs in the Trade Center, children playing at the school, the fruit trees blooming in each yard. Perhaps some would argue that this was too much interference by government but to those early settlers I would bet it was a dream come true, a chance to regain a respectable life and hope for a stable future. The town was able to pay off its debt to the government when the lumber mill was sold to a private firm; today Dailey still boasts many of the original structures.
To think I stood perhaps in the same place Eleanor Roosevelt stood when she visited the town in early December of 1937, was a happy thought. And yet visit she did, to dance with local residents at a square dance as she enjoyed the fruits of at least one of her efforts to create a future for rural Americans.
It is just one small town, a place you might zoom through on your way to the ski areas at Snowshoe or the kayaking at Marlinton or the rugged Kumbrabow State Forest. But next time you're traveling south on US 219, take a moment to stop in Dailey and consider the history of the site; have lunch at the Trade Center building and maybe buy some of their delicious fudge. And tip your hat to Eleanor Roosevelt and the other planners of such projects that enabled a rural population to establish a long-lasting community by providing a solid base from which to start.
Sources:
Comstock, Jim. West Virginia Heritage Encyclopedia, 1976, vol COP-DIS, p. 1227/
Barbra E. Rasmussen, Erin Riebe, and Alan Rowe (June 2003). "National Register of Historic Places Inventory Nomination Form: Tygart Valley Homesteads Historic District". State of West Virginia, West Virginia Division of Culture and History, Historic Preservation.
Roberts, Kathy. "Tygart Valley Homestead: New Deal Communities in Randolph County." Goldenseal Magazine, Vol 31:2; p10.
Scott, Barbara Bamberger. "The Tygart Valley Homesteads." Homestead.org
"The Homestead Project and the Homestead School." Randolph County Board of Education, Homestead School website.
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
(from WV State Archives)
Built in 1934, Dailey was the largest of three New Deal resettlement communities built in West Virginia (the other two being Arthurdale and Eleanor). The target population was men who had lost jobs in the timber industry, lumber mill and railroads. The men were to work at the community farm and the lumber mill three days a week to pay back the very modest cost of the homes. I later learned that these homes had oak flooring on the first floor and pine on the second floor--exactly like my first house in Virginia, a small log cabin built by a former Civilian Conservation Corps worker. I suppose he got this idea, along with the skills to build with logs and quarry stone, from his days in the CCC. The men also worked an additional 3 days a week to provide for the other needs of their families, and the women cared for the gardens, canned and put up food, and perhaps worked at the weaving shop in the Trade Center.
All of the houses were built in one of two styles designed by architect Benjamin Smith: there were gambrel roofed houses (barn-shaped) and others called A-frame. These were truly homesteads, with root cellars, chicken houses, a garden plot, fruit trees, etc. Homesteaders could "check out" gardening tools from the community library.
The school where I was to tell stories was part of the original settlement too, although built later in 1939.
(photo from WV State Archives)
I ate lunch in the building originally called the Trade Center (currently for sale--see here). It was built of stone, with many windows, a beautiful place. As I ate, I thought of how Dailey must have been in those early days: bustling with workers, women weaving rugs in the Trade Center, children playing at the school, the fruit trees blooming in each yard. Perhaps some would argue that this was too much interference by government but to those early settlers I would bet it was a dream come true, a chance to regain a respectable life and hope for a stable future. The town was able to pay off its debt to the government when the lumber mill was sold to a private firm; today Dailey still boasts many of the original structures.
To think I stood perhaps in the same place Eleanor Roosevelt stood when she visited the town in early December of 1937, was a happy thought. And yet visit she did, to dance with local residents at a square dance as she enjoyed the fruits of at least one of her efforts to create a future for rural Americans.
It is just one small town, a place you might zoom through on your way to the ski areas at Snowshoe or the kayaking at Marlinton or the rugged Kumbrabow State Forest. But next time you're traveling south on US 219, take a moment to stop in Dailey and consider the history of the site; have lunch at the Trade Center building and maybe buy some of their delicious fudge. And tip your hat to Eleanor Roosevelt and the other planners of such projects that enabled a rural population to establish a long-lasting community by providing a solid base from which to start.
Sources:
Comstock, Jim. West Virginia Heritage Encyclopedia, 1976, vol COP-DIS, p. 1227/
Barbra E. Rasmussen, Erin Riebe, and Alan Rowe (June 2003). "National Register of Historic Places Inventory Nomination Form: Tygart Valley Homesteads Historic District". State of West Virginia, West Virginia Division of Culture and History, Historic Preservation.
Roberts, Kathy. "Tygart Valley Homestead: New Deal Communities in Randolph County." Goldenseal Magazine, Vol 31:2; p10.
Scott, Barbara Bamberger. "The Tygart Valley Homesteads." Homestead.org
"The Homestead Project and the Homestead School." Randolph County Board of Education, Homestead School website.
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
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