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Each Day Is New-Would Jamie Oliver Approve?


I love getting a call and someone asking if the grandkids can be dropped off at my office.  Emily needed to go to the doctor with her mom so Matt and Lauren came to my office after school.  I called it a day around 4pm and we headed to my house for fun and good times!

On the way we discussed what they wanted for dinner.  I made several suggestion, but they said they would like to have “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Of course, grandma wants to please the kiddo’s. 

We buy Steve Evans Sausage at WalMart and it tastes like homemade sausage from down on the farm.  So…….I fried sausage, scrambled eggs fresh eggs, pancakes with sugar free syrup, milk and OJ.   Breakfast for Dinner is not something we do often, but it is nice for a change.

I am sure Jamie Oliver would not approve and neither would I if it were done everyday.  But you know, some wonderful memories were made by doing something out of the ordinary.  They will remember coming to Pawpaw and Mawmaw’s Hudson’s house and swinging on a tire swing, helping water the flowers, planting a pine tree, looking at a bird nest on my door and eating Breakfast for Dinner.


Each Day Is New- WV..My Home Sweet Home


I can’t compare living in WV to another state.  I was born in WV and I have lived here all my life.  My ancestors before me chose rural Lincoln County and my legacy began.

My mother’s maiden name was McClure and our ancestors originated from Ireland.  The first McClure in our line was Richard McClure and he arrived in Culpeper, VA in 1700.  Other McClure’s in the clan soon arrived in Culpeper and headed out to claim their own farms.  These people were wild, brave and adventuresome.

It just blows my mind to realize that the McClure clan traveled by wagon (there were no car’s and few roads) from Culpeper to Yawkey, WV.  This is a long trip, even by car. 

Over a hundred or more years later their legacy lives on in the families that still lives, works and plays in WV.  We have kept our roots in a state of which we are proud.  Yes, we are unique.  We talk different than someone from Illinois, but we shouldn’t apologize.  Our speech is who we are and from where we live.  As West Virginian’s, we have built our homes here, spent our lives in the workforce, established our places of worship and voted for the political figures that lead the state. 

Stand up and be counted as a proud West Virginian.  Pass on your heritage and the great stories of our ancestors to your children and grandchildren.  Pull out those old family pictures and tell the children how their ancestors arrived in West Virginia and how they survived hard times. 

My Home Sweet Home

Each Day Is New- Grandpa McClure Was a Little Boy


      I have a little history on our family. Ireland and Scotland seems to be our origin. Richard McClure born about 1700 in Raphoe, Ulster County, Ireland Died 1774 Culpeper, Virginia is our earliest family in the USA.
     The picture above is the family of William and Emily McClure and their children.  My grandpa, Arch is the little boy on the left in the back row.  This is the first picture of ever saw of grandpa as a child and I have been so excited.
     My mom, Deloris McClure Woodrum and I stayed with grandpa McClure while my dad, Donald was in World War II.  Grandpa was the only dad I knew during those times of war and dearly loved me.  I have nothing but fond memories and loving thoughts of this man…who I forgot was a little boy at one time.
     I just received this picture of week ago and I have gone bonkers looking at it and wondering about the people.  William and Emily McClure had 13 children and as a little girl I can remember most of them. We had McClure Reunions during the summer and most everyone attended.   Of course, the red hair (from Ireland) was scattered through the family.
     From Ireland, to Virginia and then to a rural WV farmland.  It all seems so complex.  They settled in Yawkey, WV and it is 25 miles from Charleston, WV.  Why did they choose such a remote place?  Did they know where they were going when they traveled to the Yawkey, WV area?  Why did they choose a home-site that was a mile up a road and hill?  I would love to be able to have a glimpse or an image of that time and era.  However, all I can do is imagine.
     I noticed the children on the front row are holding a toy or a doll.  I am sure they didn’t have a toy box full and this was probably their only toy.  I wonder if Great Grandma Emily made the dolls?  There were very few stores and they lived about a mile up a hollow in Yawkey, WV. 
     Grandpa William McClure had acres and acres of farmland and with 13 children to feed, everyone had to help with the crops.  The farm was eventually divided and Albert, Arch and Luther either bought or were given many acres for their own farmland.  Grandpa Arch’s farm is now owned by his son James.
     I wonder where all these people slept?  Years ago my mom and I walked up the the old McClure home place and the old house was rather small.  I am so privileged to have had the opportunity to walk through their house years after anyone lived in it.  Mother showed me the room where Grandma Emily died and you could almost feel a presence there.  Mother said Grandma Emily kept her gold coins in a jar in the corner of her bedroom.  The wallpaper had been pretty, but was stained with time and wear.
     Mother told me a story while we were walking through the old farmhouse and it is supposed to be true.  After Grandma Emily died and was buried, some of her grandchildren came to the house and were stealing gold coins, pictures and other belongings.  Well…..they heard something strange and so they say, a ghost appeared.  Those involved in the stealing actually told the story and they were so scared they ask for forgiveness and started going to church.
     My mom had a tall glass fruit compote that belonged to Grandma Emily and before mother died, she gave it to me.  It has a special place in my home.  I hope the ghost of the past doesn’t come looking for it.
     I never personally knew Grandpa William and Emily, but they sure produced a wonderful Grandpa Arch McClure. 

Each Day Is New-


 Hudson FamilyWe have been going through an old trunk and sorting out some family pictures.  The old trunk is full of pictures of those we loved and adored.  Basil and I would pull out some pictures and remember the event or laugh at the fashions. 

I found this picture of my husbands family.  This is the Clinton D. Hudson and Eufa Hudson family of South Charleston, WV.  (left to right children) David, Paul, Ester, Naomi on dad’s lap, Basil on mom’s lap, Annabelle standing and Carter.  A few years later Rachel and Sharon would be added to this family.

This family lived on the Middle Fork of Davis Creek most of their lives.  Paw-Paw Hudson worked at Carbide Chemicals and spent long hours to provide for his family.  Of course, Maw-maw was a stay at home mom until later in her life. 

I wonder how people were able to take care of laundry for such big families.  Most everyone at that time washed clothes by hand or by a wringer washer.   Many country people even had to carry their wash water…..and we think we have it hard.  Can you imagine feeding nine children?

The Hudson family in general were always noted for their musical and singing abilities.  Even to this day, many of these children are play the piano, lead the church choir and sing solo and in groups. 

I married Basil 48 years ago and I became a member of a wonderful family.  I am glad that his parents were Christian examples and taught him to love God. 

I wonder if anyone will find an old picture of us in 30 years and laugh at our silly fashions?  Will our current mode of living not be understood by our grandchildren?  Oh no, what if all our pictures are on a disk and so outdated that non of the new tech can open them?  I had better go to CVS tomorrow and have all the pictures on the disks printed.

Each Day Is New–Reading the Beginning



Some of the most interesting post on this blog begin with some of the earlier post.  I would like to suggest that you go back and read through some of stories about country life, life in a WV Coal Camp and many stories about grandparents.

I will be picking up on some new stories that happened in the ’60’s in the next few days.  In the meantime, look back and read some of the earlier posts.

I really invite you to leave comments.  It is nice to know if any of your writing touchs anyone else.

Reflections in My Mirror–Grandparents Everywhere


Much of my early blog writing was centered around all the fun times at Little Granny’s house.  I am happy to say my children would also get to experience fun times with the same people.

Our children had LOTS of grandparents.  My mom and dad were  MawMaw & PawPaw Woodrum.  My other grandparents were Granny and Grandpa McClure and  Little Granny and Pee Paw.  Basil’s mom and dad were MawMaw & PawPaw Hudson. Basil’s grandmother was Granny Lore. All of these grandparent were well, alive and very much a part of my children’s lives.  Don’t you think a little child would be confused with all these old grey and gooing people?

I am thankful my children got to experience some of the same “time at granny’s house” that I loved as a kid.  Grandparents leave lifetime memories that are pulled up in our mind from time to time.  I love to be talking to my sister, Beverly and have a “remember when” moment that just puts that twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face.  My kids sat on the same porches, swang in the same swings and were caressed with the same arms that held me.

As we sit around our Thanksgiving table soon, we will remember how my mother always liked my cranberry salad and said it was the best ever.  Memories will play through our minds of the precious moments long ago that just seemed like yesterday.  I can still remember the smell of granny’s turkey cooking in the oven and see her made from scratch pumpkin pies on the kitchen counter. 

Our Thanksgiving time will be joyful, but a little sad when we remember all of our loved ones who have passed on.  Perhaps we need to let their lives be an reminder that we need to take time to leave wonderful memories for our grandchildren.  Good memories are made with patience, time, love and caring.  I need to remember this each day.

A Classic Thanksgiving


thanksgiving-dinner.jpgThe only time Granny Woodrum used her dining room  table was Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Thanksgiving meant we had been promoted from the kitchen table to the dining room.  The table is covered with a white linen table cloth with a lace trim.  The good china and the glasses on a stem are all sitting and just waiting for the guest to arrive. 

You walk up the pitted out concrete steps and as you walk in the front door the smell of turkey greets you.  The menu will consist of turkey, dressing with oysters, cranberries, mashed potatoes, yams with brown sugar glaze, home canned green beans, cold slaw that only granny could master, iced tea, pumpkin pies made from scratch, pecan pie, mince meat pie (for my dad), lemon cheese cake and angle food cake.  This was the menu every year for many years.

gold-teeth.jpgAunt Blanche and Uncle Wattie would usually come to eat with our family.  They always seemed to be a notch above everyone else.  Aunt Blanche always talked like she was from New York and she had never been out of Lincoln County.  She was very fashionable and always had jewelry that jingled and jangled.  Uncle Wattie was always wore pants with a deep crease and a dress shirt that was without a wrinkle.  He had a gold tooth in front and I always wondered where he bought it.

My dad tolerated Aunt Blanche.  She was notorious for using God’s name in vain and my dad didn’t like it.  It was just My G……this and My G…..that.  Using God’s name in vain was a BIG NO NO for everyone except Aunt Blanche.

Grandpa Woodrum got to sit in the chair with arms on it.  He would offer grace or ask one of the other men to pray.  Back then, the women had to listen and weren’t ask to pray.  After the prayer, everyone was ready to dig in and share the meal.  Oh, oh, I can almost taste the dressing and it is 60 years later.

After dinner the men would go to the living room to talk about whatever men talk about.  The women would usually linger at the table with a cup of coffee and just laugh and chat.  Granny smoked and she would usually light a cigarette at the end of the meal.  I was just a little girl and I loved to sit and listen to all the women talk.  Sometimes they would sort of cover their mouth and whisper and I would get so mad.  I think they were telling about someone being pregnant and you just didn’t talk “out loud” about that sort of thing.

These were precious Thanksgiving memories with family who have already lived all of their lives.  Of the people who ate at this table only me, my sister and a few cousins remain.  Life is precious.  Live it and love it.