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Wonderfully put toghether. Definately would read it again!
This is the most complete WV ghost book in existance.

Not history - it's happening nowNote that this book deals with events of 1880 - 1920 -- so why is it important today? Because what was done to Central Appalachia in that period is being done to the rest of us today under the guise of "economic globalization." For example, the people of McDowell County, WV, are powerless in the face of Norfolk Southern (railroad company) because NS owns 85 percent of the land in the county. Just exactly what do you think will happen when "global" corporations own the factories, the minerals, and the workers? The experience of Appalachia with industrial and political exploitation is the same experience that awaits all of us under "economic globalization."
A Comprehensive View

Memories of Some Small WV Railroads Brought Back to Life
Exellent and rather concise treatment of a somewhat obscureYou can still ride on one of them. The Cass Scenic Railroad climbs the mountain on switchbacks just like it did when they hauled timber down that same railroad. The book contains mostly black and white pictures, with a few in color in the very back. It also discusses the main types of logging locomotives, the Shay, the Heisler and the Climax. All were "geared locomotives" meaning that the pistons drove a driveshaft that was linked by gears to all the axles. They were slow, they made a lot of noise because the pistons moved faster than the train seemed to move due to the gearing.
The Elk River Coal and Lumber Co. Shays ususlly crossed the creeks with out the aid of bridges and the cover painting depicts one doing just that! Why bother to build bridges that you were going to abandon in a few months anyway?
I have been to Cass and ridden up the mountain behind a Shay and the pictures brought it all to life again.
The world will not see the likes of the mountain lumber railroads again and this book explains it very well.
There is one picture showing many acres of stacked hardwood in the edge of Rainelle, WVA in 1952 that you will not see the like of again.


Utterly empoweringAnd this is a book that I read and re-read on a rainy or sunny day and a book that changes my life everytime I read it.
Excellent! A quiet contemplation of simple living!

A Literary TreasureToday, for many people, home is a state of mind. Home of the past and the home of the future. "Wild Sweet Notes," Fifty Years of West Virginia Poetry l950-1999, edited by Barbara Smith and Kirk Judd is a literary treasure for not only West Virginians and others of the Appalachian region, but for readers of poetry and prose of any geographic locale. This collection contains a rich texture where universal themes are rendered with evocative voices.
The editors are to be complimented on their artful selections and placement of this diverse range of poetry and bringing together a cohesive book of superb quality. Certainly, the pride of West Virginia comes through; and as a West Virginian, I feel there is much to celebrate with this publication. The writers represented cry out on issues that are all about humanity.
The word "confluence" comes to mind--a word that the late Willie Norris used to describe his world of the South. Yes, there is a confluence in this collection where the personal becomes public and the public becomes personal because of the intense commitment to the landscape, family, and friends. A strong appreciation exists for what money can't buy--the feeling that a person is a part of something larger than the self.
Several of these writers have a national reputation as poets and as writers of fiction and nonfiction. However, every writer represented in this book is equally worthy and deserves the highest praise and recognition. Reading this book you say to yourself, "One is as outstanding as the other." When I studied creative writing with Lester Goran (Isaac Singer's translator) at the University of Miami, Goran repeatedly said, "The arts are not about a democratic process." It took a few years of experience writing and submitting my work to appreciate his words. Thus, I believe in giving equal tribute and praise when deserved, and I particularly feel this way in regard to this anthology.
Striking images appear in the late David Jarvis' poems that breathe with keen observation and emotion. I have a bias for what he created having read his chapbook, The Born Again Tourist. Jarvis' work leaves much for the reader to complete in his or her own mind. It is the same kind of feeling that I have when I view a Walker Evans photograph. Following is an excerpt:
Sometimes I hear them call my name at night.
Why do they make me wear these chains
And stake me to this land,
Land stained with their sweat and blood
And rich with their bones
This faceless choir that's chanting now from mountaintops
An ageless aria that penetrates the rock
And writes through hollows
Where streams rush like their ancient bloodlines. ***
Joseph W. Caldwell's, "BELLS ON PARCHMENT CREEK" resonates with an immediacy of the kind that lasts for decades, and you sense it will be handed down to the next generation as an historical document. Excerpts of the first and last stanzas are as follows. (Stanzas two and three are extraordinary in lending to the development of this poem but are omitted here because I believe it is unfair to reveal too much in a review).
ON THAT FEBRUARY MORNING
DINNER BELLS SURGED AND SWELLED ALONG THE CREEK
CARRYING SHARPLY IN THIN AIR,
SENDING THE WORD SOMETHING
HAD HAPPENED AT THE HANNING FARM.
EIGHTY-NINE YEARS LATER
SHE RETELLS THIS STORY
ABOUT A MOTHER SHE HARDLY KNEW,
AND THE BELLS STILL TOLLING.
Barbara Smith's Apple Pie Dying has a personal quality, the kind of a reflective conversation where, as the reader, you feel she is conversing with you and sharing intimate thoughts. She causes you to pause and think about your own life. An excerpt of the first stanza is as follows:
How I wish I had been with her
As she measured the flour and the salt,
Cut in the shortening
And sprinkled on water,
Baling the dough,
Rolling it out, lifting it--
Peeling the applies, slicing them
Spicing them and crimping the crust,
Listening to Paul Harvey or Cokie Roberts
Or Oprah in the background,
Mopping the floor and changing the beds,
Filling the birdfeeder while the pastries were baking,
Then cooling, then being basketed and backseated
And on to the church.
In Wilma Stanley Acree 's "At Honanki," she takes you on a journey with her where you examine the vastness of space and time--understanding that which flees and what still remains. An excerpt from the first stanza is as follows:
At Honanki (the Badger House)
the guide,
Arizona Hopi face
framed by gray braids,
leans against the red cliffs,
points at the pictograph, and recites, "This is
Kokopelli,
the Sinagua symbol
of fertility,
fertility of soil,
of woman,
of action and thought.
See the raindrops he scatters."
One of the most compelling pieces I have ever run across on the importance and the beauty of the written words comes in Grace Cavalieri's poem entitled Letter. This will be a piece that I will read at my writing workshops at The New School, in New York City where I teach. Excerpts are as follows:
If you ask what brings us here,
starting out of our lives
like animals in high grass,
I'd say it was what we had in common
with the others--the hum of a song we
believe in which can't be heard,
the sound of our own
luminous bodies rising just behind the hill,
the dream of a light which won't go out,
and a story we're never finished with.
We talk of things we cannot comprehend
so that you'll know about
the inner and the outer world which are the same.
Someone has to be with us in this,
and if you are, then,
you know us best. And I mean all of us
the deer who leaves his marks behind him
in the snow, the red fox moving through the woods.
The poetry and prose that is here is accessible and creative in form. This book can serve many purposes--the main one for the pure and simple joy found in reading. It also makes a lovely gift, which is how I came to know this book. It was given to me as a birthday gift from my brother, Sam Kessell, and Larry Halsted. They also happen to be friends with the late David Jarvis' brother. A West Virginia heritage is like that--we find one another, one way or the other, sooner or later. On another level,"Wild Sweet Notes," has tremendous academic and historical value, which can make a strong contribution in an academic setting. The voices are authentic, direct, and powerful. They serve as excellent examples of fine writing in terms of language and form.
--Reviewed by Mary Sue Kessell Rosen
Bio: I teach writing workshops The New School in New York City (An Essay Writing Workshop and The Bloodroot of Our Voices Workshop, a multi genre course).
As compelling as a novel

With Their Own Blood -A side note: The Pennington family homestead was recently rediscovered and preservation efforts will hopefully save the remaining structure.
This was an excellent book!

Truly lives up to its title and claim

Refreshing reading for survivors of corporate costuming...

Great Writer

The Bible of FiestawareI give this book a 10, but I hope the next edition - which is rumored to be out in 1998 - will address the new Fiesta line as some colors are now very collectible.