Editor's Note: Readers, please feel free to write any of the following, if you can help them. Our readers are so kind, and many of you do help. For this, we are thankful!
I want to thank you for publishing my inquiry about the location of Bethel College in the October 2000 issue of The Kentucky Explorer. I am very pleased. I have received 14 responses, enough to convince me that Russellville, Kentucky, is the institute I wanted to find. I now have a lot of background information.
I look forward to each issue. I go through each one, page by page. I find a lot of useful information in your magazine. I am especially interested in the genealogy of my family, which I have traced back four generations.
My father, Robert (Bob) Vernon Poynter, was killed in 1964, when I was 12 years old. He and his siblings were born and reared in Lancaster, Garrard County, Kentucky, and spent most of their lives there or in surrounding counties.
I've been told that he and two of his brothers, Ive and "Smiley" Jack, played and sang in a country music group during the late 1940s and early 1950s. I don't know the name of the band, but I understand it performed live for the radio station in Danville and at the Renfro Valley Barn Dance.
I remember Daddy working at the Dr. Pepper bottling plant and at an Ashland Oil gas station near the train station in Danville, Kentucky.
Daddy also served in the Army from February 1943 to January 1946. He was in Company C, 801st Engineer Aviation Battalion, stationed in Europe and Asia.
If anyone remembers my father, his music, his Army stint, or for any other reason, please share those memories with me.
Regina Poynter Hoskins
You printed two literary gems in the January 2001 issue of The Kentucky Explorer, which were written by Edwin P. Lakes and Oscar Davidson. I know Mr. Lakes, and after reading Mr. Davidson's article, I feel as if I really know him.
When memories of my youth overwhelm me, I yearn for those days again, then reality soon returns. I remember having to break the ice in the creeks, so that the livestock could have water to drink. I also remember carrying in firewood in the snow and a few other chores.
I am thankful for all the amenities of life that we have now. I really don't desire to return to that lifestyle.
You are publishing a magazine that has no equal. Keep up the good work.
Woodrow W. Deaton
I am looking for information or photos of the Old Ben schoolhouse, located two to three miles into Jackson County, on Route 89. It is close to the Lear Cemetery.
Also, I would like information or photos of the Durham schoolhouse, in Horse Lick or White Oak, Kentucky. It was off Route 89.
I would like to thank you for putting the article about Marvin Huff in The Kentucky Explorer. My sister called to tell me that she enjoyed it immensely, while shedding a few tears with the rest of his family.
The article also brought me a letter from a friend I had not seen but one time in the last 50 years. She and I attended the one-room school at Hopeful, Campbell County, Kentucky, when we were children. She married one of my best friends, and the two of them devoted their lives to the ministry.
Your publication does far more for people than bring news and stories about Kentucky. It brings old friends together, and it makes new friends along the way. Many thanks for your kindness in this area, and many more thanks for publishing the article about Marvin. I received letters from as far away as Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, telling me of others who served their country in time of peace and war, all heros in their own way.
Also, many thanks for printing my story about making sorghum molasses in the November 2000 issue of The Kentucky Explorer. Many more thanks for including the pictures. The pictures did far more for the story than the story itself in bringing back memories about making sorghum molasses.
I have received many letters from people who read your magazine. While most of the letters are from people living in Kentucky, I have also received some from people living in other states. Those people are former Kentuckians, who remember making molasses at their homes or at neighboring homes.
One person, a former Kentuckian from Leslie County, now living in Kernersville, North Carolina, told about a farmer he met in North Carolina, who still makes sorghum the old way.
My sister called from Ohio after she read the story, and we talked for some time about making molasses and the one-room schoolhouse we both attended when we were young.
Again, I extend many thanks for your kindness and The Kentucky Explorer. I am already looking forward to the next issue.
William W. Milburn
Hopefully, you talented people never tire of the "dream" that started years ago and will continue the magazine that so many enjoy.
The expression "You've come a long way" certainly applies to The Kentucky Explorer. How you must have labored and sweated at first. Not many would undertake such a daring venture.
Thank you for tackling such a project and fulfilling your dream. Thank you for all the enjoyable literature you'll be providing for us in the future.
In the little town of Hindman, Kentucky, in Knott County, his hometown, on the steps of the courthouse stands a statue of Carl Dewey Perkins, a Congressman for 36 years.
I had known Carl since I was a small child. I recall he would give us small children change from his pocket; a nickel, dime, or whatever he had. We thought it was great. He visited my parents, Milton and Rose Anna, often. My mom gave him haircuts, as she was a good home barber. I still have the shears and combs she used. I very plainly recall the old cloth she would put around the shoulders of numerous people who happened to be in need of a haircut.
Carl would eat whatever we had, cold or hot. I recall his favorite foods were dried apples and cushaw pie, and of course, a glass of fresh sweet milk with crumbled cornbread in it.
Carl never forgot his people and was friendly to all. We can truly say he worked hard for all of us while in office.
Carl was born October 12, 1912, and died August 3, 1984. He is buried near his home at Garner, Knott County, Kentucky. He was a cousin to me.
Thanks, and keep up the good work.
Keep this wonderful magazine coming to me.
I really enjoy it. It is the best money I have ever spent.
I would love to hear from anyone who is related to my mother, or anyone who grew up with her. I don't know too much about her dad's family. I would love to hear some childhood stories from anyone who knew my family.
Thanks again for such a great magazine.
Patty Sexton Holcomb
I am a Floyd Countian. My brother read your January 2001 issue of The Kentucky Explorer and wrote me about the Hall family from Prater Creek. He is too young to know them, but I am 77 years old and lived among them for years. They lived on my creek, Little Mud, at Honaker, at one time. I knew all of the brothers, uncles, aunts, and the grandfather; but I didn't know Onedis and Ether's children. Their Uncle Clyde is married to my cousin, Fanny Parsons.
When Paralee and Onedis were young women, they came to visit Clyde and Fanny, who lived by my parents, at the time. They would come over to our house to get my mother to play the organ for them. I was only seven years old then, but I remember it well.
I want to thank you for doing such a good
job on your magazine, The Kentucky Explorer. I read every issue
from cover to cover. I have been a subscriber for a very long
time, and I can relate to most of the stories.
Once my granddaughter asked me to write a paper for her on what a day in school was like for me. She was doing a class project. I did as she asked, and she came home and said, "Pa, you won't believe the excitement it caused my class. My teacher gave me an A+ for my project."
My school was built in the late 1800s. There was a Methodist church close by. Revival time came, and there were night and day worship services. Day worship services were at 10:00, so the teacher would line up all the children and march them right inside the church.
This was long before the days when religion had no part in the educational process. The way I see it, religion and the educational process go hand in hand. After all, I don't recall there being any violence in my school days. As far as I know, the people I attended school with turned out to be decent, hardworking, God-fearing citizens.
I remember December 7, 1941, all of us boys were sitting out behind the school eating our lunches. Our teacher, Mr. Rush, looked at us and said, "Everyone of you boys will probably be in the Army before all of this is over with."
As I recall, Mr. Rush was right. All of us went into the Army. After WWII was over, one of the younger boys I went to school with was lost in the Korean Conflict.
There is so much I could say about the people I attended school with. These people have accomplished so much. They have reared families and become outstanding citizens.
I am sure many of your readers have similar stories to tell. Keep up the good work, and thank you very much.
I enjoy your magazine very much.
In the October 2000 issue, there was a story about the 24th Union Regiment of Kentucky. My great-grandfather, Elihu Green Lawson, of Menifee County, was with the Union Army.
I was wondering if he was in the 24th Regiment. If anyone could tell me how I could find out, I would appreciate it.
I would like to find some friends of mine. Their names are Glen and Ruby Seigler. The last account I had, they lived in Mead, West Virginia.
I really enjoy your magazine.
Thank you for everything.
I was delighted to see the photo of children at Lower Crane Creek School, on page 78 of the September 2000 issue of The Kentucky Explorer. A few of my cousins were in that photo.
I contacted the gentleman who submitted the photo, and he called me. We had a very exciting conversation about all the nice people in Kentucky. We discussed the great help that The Kentucky Explorer is in finding lost friends and relatives.
Please don't ever get tired of helping us find our friends and family.
If anyone has any photos taken at the Lodge Hall schoolhouse, on Lower Teges Creek, in Clay County, Kentucky, please share them with us readers. I went to school there in the mid-1930s, until the mid-1940s. My older ancestors attended the one-room school, also.
I would love to hear from anyone who has information about this school.
Helen Barrett Sandlin
My father, Wilfred Wagner (1/13/1892 - 7/2/1983), lived most of his life in northeast Christian County, Kentucky. He often recited a poem, Samuel Slick, to his children and grandchildren. It tells of a man and his mule.
I was wondering if anyone knew the origin of this poem. I would appreciate hearing from you, if you have any information.
I really enjoy and appreciate your magazine.
Wanda M. Johnson
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