Tri-City Roundup

Places to eat, things to do, sights to see in the Morgantown, Fairmont, and Clarksburg, West Virginia and surrounding area.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Miss Elizabeth Tabler

I just came from a belated memorial to Miss Elizabeth Tabler. She died at 97 nearly blind and enfeebled of body, but,I’m told, bold in spirit and still sprightly of mind. She taught English and Journalism at Mannington High School for about I guess about 40 years. I heard many, many eulogies,and memories of the woman. I heard the words “inspiring, inspiration, fair minded” over and over. Three former students who later became English teachers rose to the rostrum and told us that they were inspired to the profession because of Miss Tabler. And left little doubt that they cribbed her teaching methods if not their lecture notes from her. I know of two other English teachers didn’t attend the Memorial who were inspired to the teaching of English by Miss Tabler. And no doubt they’re passing back slips of paper with a circle in the middle and the note “deposit gum here”. It was uplifting to see the outpouring of genuine love from these people. From everyone. From preachers to politicians, they all came to praise her, remember her as a teacher, and as a human being. There is little doubt that if everyone in the world had a little Miss Tabler in them, our fears would be over.

Some of the things I learned from Miss Tabler

Reading does not damage the mind. but

Reading the Classic Illustrated version of the novel will get you a D on the book report no matter how good the art work was.

Parsing a sentence for homework is a hell of lot easier than doing it at the blackboard in front of the entire class.

“Is this a dagger I see before me,
It’s handle toward my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, yet I see thee still.
art now fatal vision sensible to feeling as to sight?”

You don’t have to raise your voice to be heard. If what you say is important, students will listen. It’s in the tone, the intent look, the unflappable confidence.

if you have to judge, Judge people solely on their merits.

Go gently in the world and like Midas change everyone you touch.

Socrates wrote

Education if the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.

Elizabeth Tabler was an enabling educator...and a class act. A lady through and through. The world is less for her passing.

Classmates......We owe her...We must make up the difference...

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Class Reunion

You go to your class reunion loaded down with preconceptions of the people you'll see. You don't know who all will be there, but you know very well those who actually show up. After all you spent twelve very long/short years with some of them chipping away at your collective ignorance. While there's very little debris around this writer's base, some of your classmates have soared high. We didn't learn much of any real value while in school, or perhaps more accurately things of real value weren't taught. Oh we learned to spel, some of us did anyway, and add numbers, and construct a sentence or two that actually conveys information. We can all read the comics section in the newspaper, but where did they teach us to be successful at the dance of life. Then at the reunion you see the smiles on most everyone's faces, and you suddenly realize you're surrounded by some very successful people.

The all-class reunion of Mannington High School held yesterday was a veritable smorgasbord of smiles, just miles and miles of smiles. The laugher, giggles, guffaws was just glorious. People you forgot you knew, with smiles. Classmates, whose outward appearance had changed so drastically you weren't sure they were human, coming up to you with their hand over their name tag, daring you to guess who they were, with smiles. Classmates who forgot that at reunions your persona reverts to what it was in high school, and try as they might to get you to call them Lew, you say "Yeah Louie, you're joking, right?" With smiles.
Classmates in queue to chow down, gabbing, gossiping, adding to the general din of merriment, all accompanied by the ubiquitous smile.

The City of Mannington and everyone connected with the reunion deserve a pat on the back and put a smile on your face folks, cause you were all pretty damn successful yesterday.

Well done!

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Golf Tournament

I'll be working as a volunteer Thursday and Friday at the Pete Dye golf course for the Golf Channel. Worked last years tournament as a spotter, this year I'll be a sound person. Catching the sound of the club strike. Spotter is more fun, but you walk the entire golf course, something I'm not up to right now. So today at 12:30 I'll don my golf shoes, golf channel hat, headphone set, and be a part of one great area event.

If you're remotely interested in golf, please get out to Pete Dye this weekend. The golfers in the tournament put on one hell of a show. There were some great shots last year, will be plenty this year. I saw last year's winner, D.A. Points, save par with a fantastic shot from a lie deep, deep in the tall grass. And he did it with humor and style. That shot made me an instant fan of his, and I've followed his name ever since then.

Monday, May 02, 2005


What a great area of the county to live and work in. The Morgantown, Fairmont, Clarksburg area has a full rich history, with all manner of things to experience culturally. That's what this blog is about. What to see and do in the Tri-City area.
From Prickett's Fort and the Round Barn, to the free Donna the Buffalo concert at Hazel McQwain park August 20th in Morgantown. Pepperoni Rolls, Hot Dogs, Ramps to Elimination Dinners. Mountaineer Basketball to Equestrian events. Valley Falls, Cooper's Rocks, Curtisville Dam (really good fishing). What turn's you on in Northern West Virginia?

And just to start a fire, who could conceive of the polar opposite expressions of the Hot Dog, namely the Dog served at Yann's in Fairmont and the one served a block away at Lupo's. I love them both, but it's like two different food groups. While my favorite has to be the Dog served up at Eighth Street Confectionary, the area abounds with hot dog stands, and everyone has their favorite. What's yours?