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Sunday, November 5, 2017

The Great Pumpkin Flood


A pumpkin flood? Is there really such a thing? Why yes, apparently so.

"...In the year 1811, the inhabitants on the banks of the Ohio were subjected to still another flood. The inhabitants of Wheeling were greatly agitated by reason of the rapid rise of the waters after the prevalence of a long and severe storm. The river was filled with all sorts of drift, such as cabins, corn cribs, fences and outhouses of various kinds. The waters bore of their surface thousands of pumpkins which had been washed from the vines, and from the number of this vegetable borne away on the current, it received the name and was always spoken of afterwards as the Great Pumpkin Flood." From the History of Wheeling City, by Hon. Gibson Lamb Kramner, 1902.



I heard about this flood from the Director of the West Virginia Independence Hall Museum, and to say I was intrigued would be a huge understatement. Can you imagine thousands of pumpkins riding on the tide, and when the river receded, being left scattered in drifts in the city's streets? It defies the imagination.

The New Orleans, artist unknown, published in 1889 in
50 years on the Mississippi by EL Gould

What also occurs to me is that 1811 was the year of the first steamboat trip down the Ohio when Nicholas Roosevelt and his wife Lydia guided the New Orleans downriver to the city of New Orleans, right through the incredible New Madrid earthquake, when the Mississippi River ran backwards for three days! But that is another story. 

There was another such "pumpkin flood" on the Ohio in 1861, just at the start of the Civil War, when again the river was a-bob with pumpkins, squash, corn shocks and other debris.


Wheeling Intelligencer
October 1, 1861

The Great Pumpkin Flood.—The flood which came upon us so suddenly on Sunday, and which is now receding as rapidly as it came, towards Cairo and the Southern Confederacy, is called a pumpkin flood. There has not been such a flood at this season of the year for twenty years. Consequently, nobody anticipated it, and nobody prepared for it. The water crept up like a thief in the night, wound around the low places in the cornfields, and carried away the shucks and the pumpkins, the squashes and the gourds, of which the river was full all day Sunday. Everything within thirty feet of the river, on Saturday night, was gone on Sunday morning. There is no estimating the immense damage sustained all along the river. For at least twenty-four hours, the river was black with rafts, sawed timber, coal flats, barges, and valuable property of every conceivable sort. Hundreds of enterprising men labored all day in their skiffs, and succeeded in saving a great deal that is valuable. Often a raft or boat would pass with only a single person aboard—the owner, perhaps—who stuck like grim death to his “prop,” and received hearty cheers from those upon the shore who gloried in the spunk. Some of these persons floated ten and fifteen miles before they could succeed in landing their crafts or in gaining any assistance. The river dropped down yesterday to its usually reasonable dimensions. From wvculture.org.

Camp Carlisle, the Union encampment on Wheeling Island, was inundated by this flood, which was reported by the camp's Commander to the Wellsburg Herlad on October 4th. 


Camp Carlile, Sept. 30, 1861.


Mr. Editor:--All is bustle this morning, the notes of moving and preparation are being sounded, blankets are drying, clothes washing, tents pitching, etc., etc.,--the river having unceremoniously invaded our camp and spread its elementary self over more than half our surface, penetrating every nook and corner, rudely rushing upon the ground set apart for our muslin domicils, causing the occupants thereof to speedily seek higher and dryer ground. It came up yesterday, but is now gradually receding, hence the work of renovation and re-occupation this morning.  Ibid.

The Ohio was not the only river to see a pumpkin flood. There was one on the Susquehanna in Pennsylvania in 1786, and another reported in 1903 on the Delaware river. There were probably others, too, since any flood in the autumn was bound to bring a bounty of fall crops downriver from the farms in the bottomlands.


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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Traveling Upriver

We saw it in January while we were in Wheeling, and Larry kept talking about it on the way home. Finally I said, "Okay, I'll call them and see if they will hold it for us until we can get back up there."

It was something I'd never seen before, although perhaps you have: a vintage metal glider chair for one. Usually porch gliders are made for two, like a couch, but this was a one-person chair. It needed work but the price was right. So I called Sib's, the antique mall (named for the brother and sister who own the place) where we saw the chair and sure enough they were agreeable. I mailed them a check and we figured we'd be back up to get our chair in a week or two. And then it snowed. And snowed. And got really cold, and snowed some more. By the time the weather was reasonable I was up to my neck in storytelling projects. But finally this past weekend we made the trip, combining it with a stop to add new items to our Marietta booth. That saved time and money, since the booth was on the way.

We weren't in a particular hurry, either. We meandered up the Ohio side of the river, which is usually considered to be the fastest way to get to Wheeling from here. We prefer the West Virginia side because of all the picturesque little towns along the way, but the Ohio side is pretty too. I wanted to show Larry a place I'd discovered several years ago with the granddaughters--an original town pump in the small town of Sardis, Ohio. The pump still stands in what was probably once the center of town.



Nearby is Marv's Place and the day we visited turned out to be the 12th anniversary of the restaurant. A cruise-in by antique car owners, music, free cupcakes...it was a great stop all around.




When we approached Wheeling (and were back on the Ohio side of the river) I asked Larry if he remembered where the antique mall was. No, he didn't really. Great! Neither did I! We ruminated on it for a while, and vaguely recalled that it was maybe on Route 40. And maybe we went through the Wheeling tunnel--or maybe not. Since we still had hours before the mall would close, we figured we'd just feel our way to the place, a hit-and-miss system that sometimes works and sometimes gets us terribly lost.

This time it worked. We ended up on what seemed to be a back way between the freeway and old Route 40 (also known as The National Road, since it was the first coast-to-coast road-building attempt). We stumbled on an old cemetery with this sign posted in front:



Hmmm... is business dying in Wheeling? Actually, the park was on down the road a bit; the Peninsula Cemetery is historic and apparently haunted, if the stories about it are to be believed.


We did not have time by this point to investigate, but it's a promising place for a return visit.

 from WV Culture and History's website 
This grave, according to the article from the Wheeling News-Register posted on the WV Culture and History website, is the grave of a slave. I definitely need to make another visit here. You can read more about the cemetery and its legends here.

We made a stop at the Goodwill in Moundsville on the way home (when have I ever been able to resist a Goodwill?) and found a lovely little desk. When we took out the drawers to carry it into the house,  lot of papers fell out that identified the former owner as Maxine Earnest of Cameron, WV. I looked her up online and found that she passed away last year at 100 years of age. Such history her little desk must have seen.

We made one more stop on the way home at one of my favorite places, The Wells Inn in Sistersville, WV.

Spring cleaning and other work was afoot at the historic building. We had a good chat with Charles Winslow, the owner, and picked up a copy of the newspaper he's publishing, The INNformer. It's filled with interesting articles; Charles wrote an article in this issue about the early airmail service along the Ohio River valley-the planes never touched the ground! They made a swoop from the sky and snatched bags of mail with a hook. Fascinating reading. You can friend the INNformer on Facebook here. There are links there to more information about the mail service.

After a dinner that exactly met what I was craving (spaghetti with meat sauce, salad, garlic bread, coffee and coconut cake) we decided to walk off a few calories with a stroll around town.


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And then we were homeward bound. It was a good day, start to finish.


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Friday, January 24, 2014

Winter's Day-to-Day, and More Soup

Some weeks there's just not a lot to say. Life takes on a comfortable rhythm as we move from one familiar task to another.I am enjoying this slow-down period, I admit. There is something so relaxing about not having any pushing deadlines to meet, nowhere I have to be, nothing critical to be done. This has been one of those weeks; we're busy but with things of our choosing.

The continuing cold certainly impacts our activities; I'd have liked to go out for dinner tonight but with temperatures in the single digits and teens, the fun kind of goes out of it, doesn't it? We did make it out to our Ravenswood Riverbend Mall booth yesterday. A lady in Indiana bought the dining room set on eBay, so we went to rearrange and fill the space it left behind. And just before we arrived two other smaller furniture pieces sold so we had a little work to do. And I piddled around, moving things here and there, tweaking displays and changing things up to give it a fresh look. It's good to see sales still happening even though it's been so cold and snowy for the whole week. I noticed last year that smaller furniture pieces moved better at this time of year so I've been trying to keep a good stock of them in the booths.

We also made a run over to Athens to rearrange stock and begin the process of closing our booth there. After 6 months sales continue to decline and with the long drive it's just not profitable for us to continue at that location. I love having the booths, but it's not just for fun! This venture needs to be at least self-supporting, so with reluctance we made the decision to move out of Athens and concentrate on the two locations where sales are strong. Perhaps we never got a handle on what the people in that region were looking for. We'll be moving things out during February and be officially out of that mall by March 1.

With this cold weather I've been cooking more than usual. I do love to cook but seldom allow time to really get into it except in canning season. This week I've made tomato soup and butternut soup, pork roast and vegetables, chocolate orange shortbread cookies, cranberry bread, omelet, blackberry cobbler, snow ice cream...I just hope I'm not going to end up carrying it all into spring on my bones! Actually, I've been careful. The soups are low-cal and I've eaten sparingly of the rest of it. I just like to cook when it's cold out and I'm inside with no projects hanging over my head.

We made one other trip in the past week, too--all the way up to Wheeling, WV to tell stories at the library. It was cold, cold, cold that day, with snow on the ground and blowing around but the audience was warm and welcoming. Three storytelling friends came out to listen and to have lunch with us, an added treat that made the long snowy drive even more worthwhile.

We stopped at the Wells Inn in Sistersville for coffee and dessert and had a nice chat with owner Charles Winslow. You know, that's something I dearly love about this state and about storytelling--wherever I go we have friends.

I've been doing more catch-up work while looking out at the cold. Things like sorting out more drawers--the top drawer of my dresser is a real junk drawer and even Clyde the cat left in disgust when I dumped it on the bed. I've found all sorts of missing things and broken things and bits of things and just plain junk. I've also been sorting receipts from the past year in anticipation (dreaded anticipation, I should say) of doing the income tax return. No fun, but it's got to be done and this is the time to do it, while life is slow.

photo by Lawrence Pierce
I've also been planning and practicing for the upcoming Groundhog's Day program. Judi Tarowsky and I will be the opening act for French Creek Freddie, the weather-predicting maven of The French Creek Wildlife Center here in West Virginia. So I'm brushing up on groundhogology and getting a few songs lined up in preparation. The Center s planning a fun time for visitors on February 2, as the groundhog makes his appearance and lets us know what to expect for the rest of the winter. Judi and I will entertain before and after Freddie, and we're excited about being part of this fun event.

That's about all we've been doing, in addition to the usual pricing for the booths and Larry's furniture refinishing. He finished the washstand he's been working on; isn't it lovely? He's moved on to two or three new pieces in addition to just keeping things taken care of around here--winter weather means extra attention to the animals, keeping firewood ready for the fireplace, clearing walks and keeping the vehicles running. I feel lucky to have a man around to do all that cold, heavy work. I'm spoiled, I know.

Simple, homey things, delightfully unimportant and yet important for the winter-bound soul. What's been happening at your house?

Oh, and here's the recipe for the Butternut Soup. It's absolutely delicious!

2 medium butternut squash, peeled and cubed in 1" cubes
1 large onion, diced
2-3 tablespoons butter
6 cups chicken broth (I used bouillon and water)
salt and pepper to taste
nutmeg to taste

Melt the butter in a large pot. Add the onions and cook til soft and transparent. Add the broth and squash; cook until the squash is soft and mashable. Dip the cooked squash out of the liquid and blend in a blender until smooth. Put the pureed squash back into the broth, add salt, pepper and nutmeg to taste.

That's it! Easy and delicious. I would never have thought I'd like it!

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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Monday: A Storytelling Day

Monday was a storytelling day, this time in Wheeling, WV for an evening storytelling in the park event. We drove our favorite route along the Ohio River and stopped in Sistersville at the Wells Inn for coffee. Charles, the innkeeper, has put in a coffeeshop and bake shop. With the new candy store across the street, it makes a nice place to stop. We got some cookies and coffee and continued up the river. We didn't have much spare time; I'd like to have taken the ferry across the river, just because it's been 2 or 3 years since I've been on the Sistersville ferry and I love that simple pleasure.

But this time we had another goal: we wanted to have time to visit with Anastasia, our young friend who lives in Wheeling now but will soon be moving to California to pursue her Masters degree. We got there in plenty of time and had a nice visit, including getting to see her new pet snakes. I know what you're thinking: pet snakes? Anastasia has had snakes for years and makes them seem so interesting that a person can get past their fear. She routinely takes her python for walks in her neighborhood, and in her words "educates the neighborhood children." I bet a few adults get educated too.

We left Anastasia sadly, but I believe I'll have another chance to see her in July before she leaves.

We got to the City Park and since we had some extra time, we stopped to look at this statue:


The story of the statue is fascinating:


There are 12 of these statues honoring women pioneers scattered across the US, along the old National Road (US Route 40). Have you seen any of them in your area?

It was still hot by performance time, but there was a promise of rain in the gathering clouds. The program was a lot of fun, my first presentation for the Sky Tales theme. Just as I was finishing the story of How Thunder Got Lightning, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud rumble of thunder. What timing! We finished the program, packed up and drove off into pouring rain that followed up down the Ohio and all the way home.

Larry had problems with the camera but I liked this photo of the Dad helping his little one place pieces on Aiken Drum. And check out the little guy with the mohawk--he was a perfect story helper.




Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A Trip Upriver

Tuesday was a day I've looked forward to for a while. I was going to Wheeling, West Virginia to spend the day with my son's former girlfriend.

That might sound odd, but the fact is that even though they no longer date, they are still friends. And I have found a daughter--she's as much like a daughter I might have had as I can possibly imagine. Wheeling is 120 miles away so getting together is not so easy but I got it on my schedule, and I was going.

We.Had.A.Blast. Anastasia is a recent college grad and working for a while before returning to college for her Master's degree. I met her at her apartment in one of the older, working-class neighborhoods in Wheeling. I was fascinated by two things: the architecture and the multicultural population (The Croatian Brotherhood Society?). I love old buildings, and in this neighborhood there were so many examples of late 1800's-early 1900's styles. Wheeling was in its heyday then, with steel, glass, coal and steamboats bringing money, people and commerce to the city. I gawked. Stained glass windows, interesting brick, narrow alleys...all a long way from my ridge and endlessly fascinating to me.

Jebbia's Market was an oasis! We stopped there first, and I was astounded by the array of vegetables and fruits available at reasonable prices. Honestly, I wish I could shop here every week! I brought home a load of veggies and fruits. I mean, cauliflower for $1.00?! And mushrooms?! And boxes of cucumbers?! Anastasia lusted after the Greek olives so of course we bought those too. What a place. I almost think it would be worth the 3-hour trip once a month to stock up! (Yes, 3 hours, even though it's 120 miles--that's the mountains for you.)

We explored downtown: the Wheeling Coffee and Spice Company had awesome coffee and a great atmosphere to relax. And do you know, she loves junking as much as I do! She knew the best places and we had so much fun digging around for bargains.

I took the river road home, as I always do. I know that the interstate, or even the four-lane on the Ohio side of the Ohio River are probably faster, but I am in love with the West Virginia side of the river with its small riverside communities and history.



I stopped in Sistersville at the Wells Inn to visit with innkeeper Charles Winslow, and left with a cup of great coffee and the most amazing cookies. The Inn is still in renovation but is open for reservations and I highly recommend it for its great food, comfortable rooms and sense of history...oh, and it's haunted too.



The little town of Friendly had its lights on for the holidays; this barn made me turn around and go back for a photo. (I just learned that there is a Friendly Cemetery too--now there's a comforting thought. I'll have to visit it one day.)



The river had been busy all day; I saw so many barges going up and down the river which was really at a pretty high stage, with all the recent rains. Barge traffic means that the economy is in good shape along the river, so that's a good sign. As I drove into the night on my way home, I could not resist trying to photograph a barge at night.


In St. Mary's, the lights were on too:

One needs to pay attention to this sign, because the train comes right down the middle of the street!


Fueled by the cookies and coffee from the Wells Inn (you really must try their cookies-- to die for), I finally arrived home around 9:30pm after a long and interesting day.

I hope to get back to Wheeling soon. I miss Anastasia, and there is so much more to see in this old city that once was the home of the Wheeling Marsh Stogies cigars and the place where every cut nail in the USA was once made. Cabela's is the new economic engine for the area, but it is the old town and its history that attracts me.

As for all those vegetables I bought? In the freezer!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

On the Storytelling Trail, and on the Trail of a Story

I am still catching up on things I want to post! I hope all my US friends had an awesome 4th of July, and all of you in Canada enjoyed your Canada Day celebrations. Brits, is there a celebration in your country at this time of year? I can't remember my mother celebrating anything in July.

Last week I was off storytelling again on Tuesday, up into West Virginia's Northern Panhandle. Our stops were Wheeling and Paden City this time, with an overnight stay in Sistersville at the Wells Inn. If you've been reading here for a while, you know I love the Wells, and now I have a project in development connected to the hotel. More about that later.

My youngest son's former girl friend, who remains a good friend of his, is now living in Wheeling so we got in touch to see if she was free for a visit while we were in town. She was and we did! We met at the renowned Coleman's Fish Market in the historic Centre Market area of Wheeling. According to the City of Wheeling's website,  

"The Iron Market House opened for business on September 27, 1853 to serve as the central agricultural market business district for the City of Wheeling, WV.  The Greek Revival structure was designed by Thomas Pope as an open air market. The structural cast iron Doric columns were produced by the Wheeling foundry of Hamilton and Rodgers. The Iron Market House is the oldest iron market house in the United States.  Given the growth the Centre Market area experienced through the mid to late 1800’s an additional market area was developed. The Lower Market House was completed in 1891 and designed by Wheeling architect Edward B. Franzheim." City of Wheeling .

The area is crowded with antique shops, a book store and other interesting shops. I didn't take nearly as many photos as I wanted to because we were a little limited on time and my camera batteries were dying. Which means a return trip, right? We stopped in this shop to look around:

Clocks! Lots and lots of clocks! And I learned that there is a clock repair guy upstairs--so I may be taking my two old watches to him sometime soon to see if he can fix them. Clock repair is becoming a dying art, it seems.

Next stop (after passing this intriguing doorway):
Boy, I wanted to just nose around in there. But we were headed here:


Anastasia was way ahead of me, going in the door as I stopped to snap this shot. Coleman's is famous for their fish sandwich. It's simplicity itself--two slices of white bread with two big hunks of deep-fried fish in between. Sound appetizing? healthy? Well, maybe not so much, but delicious? Absolutely. The fish is fresh and full of flavor that just bursts in your mouth, surrounded by the crunchy breading and soft white bread. No sauce, no butter, no nothing. Amazing. I had one once before when a friend introduced me to Coleman's and I've wanted to go back ever since. Be warned, though, if you decide to go: they don't take credit or debit cards. They have an ATM that gives you coupons, not cash, which you can use in the Market--odd, but I guess it works for them.

Across the street from the fish market was this interesting shopfront:
but it was closed (insert sad face). However (insert happy face) across the street we found the Paradox Book store:

Books were even outside in the store's entryway--you could take one for free when they were closed, just bring a trade when you could. How neat is that?

I found a five-year diary in this shop from the years 1936-1938, kept by a teenage boy who lived in Wellsburg, just up the river from Wheeling. His entries were sporadic but revealing--many noted floods coming and going, the preparations made for them and the cleanup afterwards. Floods seemed to be part of life, as routine as the weather. He also discussed trips he took to Pittsburgh to see the Ice Follies, to Cleveland to see the Great Lakes Exposition, to shows in Wheeling and other places. They evidently traveled a lot more than I would have thought; the Depression was still in force, after all, and I would have thought people were limited as far as traveling and going to shows, etc. Apparently this family was well-to-do enough that they were able to do such things, and even bought a new Buick in 1938. The young man also wrote four brief posts about his father in 1936: his father had an earache, seemed to improve, got seriously ill and died five days later of spinal meningitis. The brief entries in this diary are heart-touching and real. Through it all, life continued, and it seems the family managed to prosper despite its tragedies.

My storytelling event that evening was in Wheeling's City Park, a beautiful, well-maintained facility east of the city's center. There was an excellent turnout of mostly very young children and parents and even though the day was very hot, we were cool enough in the shelter. The librarians at Wheeling's Main Library planned well and the even went without a hitch--the children were roasting marshmallows over the fire as we packed to leave.

As we left Wheeling, the skies opened up. Tremendous displays of lightning lit the skies and the rain poured as we snaked our way down Route 2 to the Wells Inn. I had hoped to be able to do some night-time rambles around the town, getting a sense of its history and atmosphere but the weather canceled that idea. So we stayed in our room and watched the light show outside from the vintage comfort of the old inn:


Our room featured a beautiful iron bedstead, and blue paint around the window and doorframes, so we could feel safe from evil spirits (insert glance over shoulder).

(The room really didn't look as spooky as this photo makes it--that's the light from the television.)

I stood gazing out at the rain and thinking about this little town that once had a population to rival the biggest cities in the state. What stories did the town's history hold? Next day, I began my research to find out just that.

Because, you see, that is my new project. I am working on developing a ghost stories tour of Sistersville after the owner of the Wells Inn suggested it. I think it's a very good idea. In an oil boom town such as Sistersville was, certainly there are plenty of stories to be found. I went to the library the next day and began looking through old microfilm newspapers, seeking stories of strange, unexplained events. I have now logged 8 hours of reading and have only completed one year's worth of newspapers. Even so, I have found stories--funny, strange, sad, happy and everything in between. It's the tip of the iceberg.

Before we left the next day we found the oldest cemetery in the town, the resting place of the founder, Charles Wells, and his family. I will post photos tomorrow of the cemetery; it's well worth a visit should you happen to be in the area.

So now I have caught you up with our doings up until last Tuesday! Maybe one day I will get caught up--do you think it's possible?
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