Monday, January 2, 2023

ANN EATES CHOSEN WOMAN OF THE YEAR IN MONONGAH

 


Ann Eates, widow of Joe Eates, was named Woman of the Year by the Monongah Christmas Lights Committee.

Christmas Lights Committee president and founder Susan Staron posted:

“Ann Eates she's very well known in town and a beautiful women who is a huge supporter to our town. We honored her with a banner of her and her husband Joe who passed away a while ago (2020). Monongah Mayor Johnboy Palmer came with a bouquet of roses. It was an unforgettable experience. Just beautiful.

In 2010 Ann and Joe were named Monongahfest Citizens of the Year. Both are Class of 1945. 

They were leaders of the Monongah Heroine Committee which, with a major financial boost from the government of Italy for the $75,000 project, put up a statue honoring the wives of the 362 miners killed in the 1907 mines explosions in Monongah.

 

Ann and Joe, whose home is at the bottom of Bridge Street hill, are the godparents of John Larry Olesky of Tallmadge, Ohio, the only son of John Olesky, Jr., Class of 1950, who also lives in Tallmadge.

Ann’s  parents were Anthony and Lucy Damico DeMary. Ann's siblings Jimmy DeMary, Virginia DeMary Rossi and Anthony “Plumber” DeMary, Jr. are deceased. Plumber was in the Class of 1950 with me and Joe’s brother, Tony Eates.

 

Tony Eates lives in Fairmont with wife Lucy Cann Eates. Other siblings, all deceased, are Nick Eates, Class of 1935; Dominick Eates, Class of 1946, a former Monongah High football punter who married the late Mary Larry Eates from Carolina; Mike Eates; Mary Eates; and Angeline Eates.

 

Mike, who passed away in 2008, was married to the late Clarksburg Washington Irving High graduate Jeannie Eates.


Wednesday, December 28, 2022

MY 2 MONA LISAS HANGING OUT WITH KING DAVID IN MY LIVING ROOM

 


This is the gift I have to my 3 children, 7 grandchildren and myself along with Oil and Ivory, which explains the connection.

That’s my son, John Larry, climbing the ladder to install the famous Mona Lisa painting (a copy, of course) above by living room window where I watch birds, deer, squirrel and other animals feast on the food I put in my 2 birdfeeders, one with “WV” on it.

On the right is the finished product.

To the left of the Mona Lisa modeled by Lisa Gherardini del Giocondo, a wealthy silk mercant's wife and the mother of 5 children, are 3 photos on the wall of MY Mona Lisa, who made my life Heaven on Earth for a half-century before she passed away in 2004. Mona Lisa was my play on her birth name of Mona Elizabeth (aka Lisa in my mind) because the doctor mispelled her name on the birth certificate. It should have been Monnie, for Monnie Compton, her grandmother.

To left of that are my imported photos of Leonardo da Vinci’s great work of art and MY Mona Lisa in blue top and pearls at the 30-year anniversary of her graduation from Williamson (WV) High School.

In my living room to the left of the Mona Lisa painting, my Mona Lisa and me in loving embraces is Michelangelo’s statue of King David.

This one is only 19.5 inches tall. The one in Florence is 17 feet high and carved from one solid block of ivory. It took years to complete.

Along with the Mona Lisa and King David I gave everyone and myself a copy of the book, “Oil and Ivory,” which explains how Leonardo and Michelangelo, living less than a mile apart in Florence, conceived and begin working on 2 of the greatest works of art of all time in the early 1500s.

I’ve been 10 feet from the Mona Lisa, behind glass to prevent vandals from throwing stuff on the painting, and seen King David and Rodin’s The Thinker, 15 feet tall if you include its pedestal in a 7.5-acre garden.

And meandered in the Sistine Chapel so long marveling at Michelangelo and Raphael’s great paintings on every wall, including the Last Judgment on the entire back altar wall (floor to ceiling, left to right) of people ascending into Heaven and descending into Hell, with the face of Pope Julius II who tried to rush Michelangelo to finish his great work as one of those descending into Heaven that Vatican police forced me to leave so that others could enjoy the mind-numbing masterpieces.

Never mess with a great artist. He’ll immortalize you as a bad person even if you are the Pope.


BIG FRANK MICHALSKI'S FAMILY TOGETHER FOR CHRISTMAS FOR FIRST TIME SINCE 2018

 


The family of the late Big Frank Michalski, who started with Monongah High Class of 1949, and his wife, Ramona Fullen Michalski, Class of 1949, still living in her Front Street Extension home on the hill just outside the Monongah town limits, had its first Christmas get-together since 2018.

Big Frank – who had an awesome Lions football career alongside fellow fearsome Bob Cottrill, Class of 1951, who lives in Melbourne, Florida these days, was smiling down on them, I’m sure. Big Frank was my playground protector at Sts. Peter and Paul School who warned those who made fun of me because of my cleft palate speech distortion to never do it again. Standing in Big Frank’s giant shadow, they never did for the rest of my time with the magnificent nuns at the school, particularly Sister Agnes who instilled in me a love for words and storytelling that led to my 42-year newspaper career in West Virginia (Morgantown, Williamson and Charleston), Florida (St. Petersburg) and Ohio (Dayton and, for the final 26 years, at the Akron Beacon Journal where it was such a joy to “work” there that I ran to work every day.

Marcia Michalski Westfall, Class of 1974, told me:

There were 38 of us all together and the children had special Christmas games to play and the adults did a gift exchange game. We missed 22 family members and of course all our deceased family.

“It had been since 2018 that we’ve gathered on Christmas Eve. So much food and laughter with those that could make it.

“It’s great to celebrate the holidays together again.”

Indeed, Marcia. My annual family Christmas gathering included my 3 children, their spouses, 4 of their children (4 of my 6 great-grandchildren). And FaceTime phone visit with my grandson in Wisconsin, his wife and 2 children so everyone alive was there in one way or another. And I’m sure My Mona Lisa, who passed away in 2004 after us being together for a half-century, was smiling down on us, too.

Let Marcia continue her story:

This was at mom’s house on Christmas Eve. Mom (Ramona, my “Monongah bureau chief” for this blog for years because I phoned her so often for guidance when I’m working on an article about Lions) was there in her chair enjoying her company.

“Those in attendance included deceased sister Mary’s daughter Tracy and husband Josh and their son, Liam.

“(Brother) Mike (Class of 1969) and his wife, Jan, and their son, Tony, and wife, Holly and their son, Anthony.

“Marcia and husband Dave (Westfall, Class of 1972) and their children Brandie and husband, Kiley and their children Caleb and girlfriend, Grace, Kiley Marie and boyfriend Julian, and Aiden.

“Daughter Amy and husband Chad and their children Ally and boyfriend Sam, Brevon and Ethan.

“Son Davey and wife Nichelle and their children Lucy and Forrest.

“Deceased sister Carol’s husband Bob (Drake). (Carol was Class of 1968.)

“Monie (Ramona’s daughter Ramona Marie Michalski), Jay and wife Debby and their grandson Caiden and son Brad and wife Britney and their children Bailey and Bryce .”

Big Frank and Ramona's daughter, Mary Gapen, was a legendary teacher in Barrackville.

And Big Frank smiling down on all of them. And protecting me, as usual.


Tuesday, December 27, 2022

CATCHING UP WITH BOB COTTRILL, CLASS OF 1951

 




Bob Cottrill, Class of 1951, made a most welcome Christmastime phone call to me and we caught up on a lot of things about other Monongah High graduates.

Bob exchanges phone calls with Arlene Marteney Decker Edgell, Frances Wimer Miller and Duane Harbert, all in Bob’s Class of 1951. Arlene lives in Fairmont, Frances in Tulsa with husband Ken Miller and Duane is a widower living in Marlton, New Jersey. 

I got together with Arlene and husband Okey Edgell, Class of 1944, at Monongah High reunions and the gathering of Lions I arranged in 2014 at the Three Ways Inn in Fairmont in the recent decade. 

Duane and I communicate with each other regularly, too. Arlene has another birthday coming up on January 18. 

Duane’s mother, Goldie, taught at Worthington Grade School. Duane’s father, Frank Harbert, was principal of Thoburn Elementary in Monongah. Duane’s brother, John Harbert, Class of 1955, and his wife, Karen Colvin Harbert, also class of 1955, are deceased.

Bob also had a reunion a few years back with Delores Vingle, part of the musical Vingle family at Monongah High, “a great singer” who also lives in Florida.

Arlene, Bob said, “is having a hard time with her health problems.”

Bob was the toughest player on the Lions’ football team, knocking out more than one tackler who tried to stop him. Bob didn’t evade tacklers. He mowed them down.

Bob fondly remembers how “Big Frank Michalski,” as Bob calls him, and Bob would pair up on defense. Bob said he told Frank, who was my protector against playground bullies at Sts. Peter and Paul School who made fun of my cleft palate speech defense (one warning from Frank and they never did it again):

“You do the body blocks (to take our offensive linemen) and I’ll do the rest.” Big Frank did. Bob did. Big Frank’s widow is Ramona Fullen Michalski, Class of 1949, still living on the hill of Bridge Street Extension just outside the Monongah town limits.

Bob said he was reminiscing with his son, Randy, who lives in Tampa “three hours from us” in Melbourne, Florida, about his Monongah High football days, which came before Monongah High won 5 state titles in 1952, 1955, 1968, 1969 and 1973.

Bob’s daughter, Rhonda, lives 9 miles from Bob and his second wife, Thelma. Bob's first wife was Barbara Henderson, whose best friend was Thelma, who still visits family and friends in North Carolina where she was living when she took trips to see Barbara and Bob.

BBob noBoBob no longer drives because of macular degeneration and no longer jitterbugs after he fell doing that in 2019 when he tried to slide and his “wrong kind of shoes” didn’t go along with his move. Lions opponents’ defenses couldn’t take him down, but his cracked thigh bone did. “Other than my walking,” Bob said, “everyone is spot on” health-wise.

“My traveling days are over,” Bob said, “and I’m not driving any more.”

Bob worked with his father in the coal mines while attending Monongah High. He also drove a Marion County school bus to help pay for his Fairmont State education and helped Steven “Bucky” Satterfield, get a job as a Marion County school bus driver, too. 

Bob attended college on the GI Bill after he left the Navy in 1956. Bob graduated from Fairmont State in three years, began a teaching career in biology and general science and coaching at Ohio's Wapakoneta High School – astronaut Neil Armstrong’s hometown.

Just as I credit math/algebra/geometry teacher Mary Turkovich for instilling discipline in me, Bob credits Kathleen Snoderly, a social studies teacher at Monongah High, for instilling in him the importance of discipline if you want to be a good teacher. 

Bob was an education administrator in Northfield School District in Summit County, Ohio, about 15 miles from where I live in Tallmadge. He became an expert on school financing and integration.


KITTY MORRISON FALLS, GETS BRUISES

 


Kitty Morrison, Class of 1968, fell and banged her arm and knees.

Kitty reporter:

“At least didn’t open up and bleed when I hit arm. Knees are bruised. Left feels swollen. Have ice on. Going to buy a huge roll of bubble wrap.”

Kitty dealt with elbow, wrist, thumb and hand pain in June of this year. And gastro problems in January.

In December 2021 she had a cat scan to try to figure out why she was having pain in her right side. In 2017 she was dealing with a kinked esophagus.

Kitty has a lot more fun galivanting around Aruba, which is only 21 miles long and 6 miles wide. I’ve been there. Paula and I traversed the entire shoreline in one day. Nice sand and warm place, though, unlike Ohio in the winter.

As I know, at the age of 90, aging brings on problems. But then I see Monongah High alumni and friends passing away and I know that my aches are minor compared to what their families are going through over the dearly departed.


Monday, December 26, 2022

RAIN SHORT-CIRCUITED 7 OF MONONGAH'S CHRISTMAS STREET LIGHTS ... AGAIN AND AGAIN

 Rain, rain, go away

So Monongah’s Christmas street lights

Can shine on Christmas day!

 

No matter how hard Susan Staron Sanders and her Christmas street lights committee tried, “There are a few that we just could not get turned on for Christmas,” the Angel of Thomas Street reports.

Actually, all 64 street lights were sparkling and brightening the skies but, as Susan explained:

“They were all lit for a while till the rain started which trip the plugs (on 7 of the Christmas street lights). Ryan from Rogers Electric came back out 3 tmes to turn them back on free of charge. (When the rain darkened the lights again) we could not keep asking him to do that.”

Boy, this sure is an example of raining on Monongah’s parade!

Susan continued:

“I promise you we tried but know this, next year will be bigger and better. This was a huge experience for us with 22 extra lights (for a new total of an astounding SIXTY FOUR Christmas street lights!).

“We thank you for being so kind and understanding. It was hard on all of us.”

Seven street lights that didn’t get lit up this holiday:

Candle – Walnut Street

 Reindeer - Upper Traction Park

 Frosty – Thomas Street, Susan Sanders’ light  

Reindeer - Shooting Star - Cook Brothers new apartment complex

Tree - Lyndon Ave

Holly - Lyndon Ave

Shaver Street - Angel & Tree

My pearl in a seashell on Church Street next to my childhood home dodged a bullet and lit up U.S. 19, Church and Thomas streets.

This is a great tradition that has been bestowed upon Monongah, but it’s costly, too.

Like $1,570.55 for 24 Faceplate kits to hang the newly acquired Christmas street lights on.

And $3,271.94 to Mon Power to pay for the electricity.

If you can help out, send your donations to:

Susan Sanders
Monongah Christmas Lights Fund
Post Office Box 9051

Monongah, WV 26554.

The name on the check should be to:

Monongah Christmas Light Fund

Astronauts in space will continue to see Monongah lit up every Christmas if you do.

This Charge of the Lights Brigade, as I like to call it, started in 2015 when White Hall replaced 7 of their old street lights and donated the old lights to Monongah. Susan took over from there, and in 7 years it’s up to 64 Christmas street lights in Monongah in 2022.

Maybe Susan and Monongah should consult McAdenville, North Carolina, which has fewer than 700 residents (nearly 300 less than Monongah) but is known as Christmastown, USA because it has lit up the town for more than 60 years with red, white and green lights, including more than 375 trees adorned with lights.

 

Bernville, Pennsylvania, a 2-hour drive from Philadelphia, has more than ONE MILLION bulbs lit up. But it doesn’t say how many Christmas street lights displays, like the angels and other symbols on Monongah’s streets, are in Bernville.

 

Santa Claus, Indiana has a 1.2-mile-long Christmas lights display.

 

As E.T. would say, the Monongah Christmas street lights light up my heartlight!

 

And I say to Susan what Keys said to Elliott in the E.T. movie: “It’s a miracle. And you did the best that anybody could do.”

 

Monongah is SO lucky to have The Angel of Thomas Street, Susan Sanders, who also is the town’s councilman!

Saturday, December 24, 2022

LIONS ROAMING THROUGH MY MEMORIES AT CHRISTMAS

 


Christmastime gathering of Rosemary Raymond Pagliaro, Father Meo, Brenda Manzo Vandetta and Greg Vandetta, a photo taken by David Manzo, stirred memories for me.

Rosemary, Class of 1958, was Monongah High three-sport athlete Bobby Raymond’s peanut-sized sister. One of the few girls at Monongah High smaller than me, who weighed 99 pounds still my growth spirt between my junior and senior years shot me up to 125 pounds.

Bobby and I were best friends living one door from each other, the Olesky family the last house on Thomas Street before the Raymond house on Church Street that my parents eventually purchased from Consolidation Coal Company when Rosemary and Bobby’s parents Angelo and Mary moved to their Frogtown area home near the Swisher Hill part of U.S. 19.

Such good friends that, when I began first grade at Sts. Peter and Paul School but Bobby was too young to attend, he ran away from home and came to the school to be with me. The nuns got a kick out of it and called Bobby’s mother Mary Dudiak Raymond to pick him up.

Greg Vandetta was a GREAT mayor for Monongah. His Vandetta Construction company helped the town fix things. I ran into Greg and wife Brenda Manzo Vandetta in the Light Blue Lot before a WVU game in Mountaineer Field one year. Greg is Class of 1975, Debbie, Class of 1973. Their children are Jessica, Bethany and Greg II. They also have at least 6 grandchildren, maybe more since I last checked.

My Monongah memories, at the age of 90, are SO heartwarming. Yours, too, I’ll bet.  

My most treasured Monongah High memory is Robert “Satch” Kasper, Class of 1950. He mailed me a Christmas card in 1955 about “old times, old friends” at Christmas. I sent him my card. Every Christmas after that we sent those 2 cards back and forth with the year and family members’ names on it. Since passed away this year I keep one card on my den wall as a constant reminder of our 84-year friendship. Bob’s son, Steven, kept the other card to show his children – Satch’s great-grandchildren -- the value of a long and deep friendship.

Satch and I (as June Bug) were part of what I faceitiously labeled The Gang That Terrorized Marion County. We were mischievous but didn’t terrorize anyone just acted out like teenagers do. Also in our harmless gang was Ronnie “Cooley” Delovich, Anthony “Plumber” DeMary, Tony Eates, Frank Franze, Lawrence “Sonny” Godby, Donald “Jake” Halpenny, Donald Duane Harbert, Joe Manzo (who survived being a medic in Vietnam), Steven “Bucky” Satterfield and James “Judge” Starcher. Cooley, Plumber, Tony, Sonny, Joe and Judge have passed away but remain in my memories.

Bucky was Class of 1949. Plumber, Jake, Tony, Sonny, Satch, Joe, Judge and me were Class of 1950. Cooley was Class of 1952.

I’m sure you have similar memories of your Monongah High days. If you email (jo4wvu@neo.rr.com) or Facebook them to me I’ll put together and article about other Lions’ memories of Lions. In particular I’d like to hear about your MHS classmates you still are in contact with today.