The Homeplace Restaurant Was Once The Morgan Farm

 

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Construction of the John William Morgan Home -1907. Photo credit The Homeplace Restaurant Catawba VA. Via Margaret Johnson

“I helped work my way through college shoveling manure on a dairy farm in Catawba Valley, Virginia.

It was unusually warm on that Monday morning in June 1958 as I sat on that old Case farm tractor staring down the rows of that large corn field on the western border of the Morgan Farm. My mission that day was to cultivate each row exposing the many weeds that had grown during the Spring rains. This would be the last cultivation for the corn crop because in a week the corn stalks would be too high to run the cultivator through the field without damaging the crop.

I sat there thinking about things that had been on my mind since I turned 18 in April while collecting my Andrew Lewis High School diploma in May. Now it was June, and I was back at work on the Morgan Farm where I had worked since age 11. I guess I was at a crossroads in my life pondering what lay ahead for me.

My Daddy had spent nine years at the Catawba Sanatorium and was cured of tuberculosis although it had weakened him greatly. He was still employed at the Sanatorium and had lived full time at home for the past four years. My three sisters were no longer at home, so it was me and Daddy and Mama. I had registered for the Draft, but the Korean War had ceased, and the U.S. involvement in Vietnam would not become active until the early 1960s under President John Kennedy. In the meantime, we were at peace around the world under President Dwight Eisenhower who would end his 8th year in 1960. I felt good about living in the 1950s and still feel that was my best decade ever.

As the tractor started up the silence was broken, and that old Case headed for row number one. Back and forth I would go cultivating headed west until I reached row’s end made the turn and started east. A peace that farming brings came over me as the narrow plow points turned over soil and released that earthy aroma that all farmers know so well. I was at peace and I knew God would direct my path. I loved farming as did my Dad before he got sick and my Grandad Carroll who managed the Sanatorium Farm before his tragic death in 1941.  Yes sir, I just might continue to be a farmer.

2Cultivating corn is a slow process since speed kills the corn stalks, so it was an endurance effort this day. As I made another turn and headed down a new row, I saw a car stopped on the Creek Road (Blacksburg Road) near the field and someone waving at me. I waved back and stopped as a man made his way towards me. I sat on the tractor and waited not knowing that my life would soon be drastically changed.

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Ted Carroll

The man approaching me was Murphy Scott, whom, along with Jim Peters ran the vocational agriculture program, Future Farmers of America (FFA) at Andrew Lewis High School. Those two men had had a tremendous impact on my life and the lives of many boys throughout Roanoke County, including Catawba. There was a class taught in the Roanoke County Schools called Vocational Agriculture (Voag) and was being offered starting in the ninth grade for boys who chose this course. During the 1940s and 1950s, there were many farm boys attending Andrew Lewis High School.

The emphasis was put on general agriculture, focusing on animal and crop management. The course also involved a Shop class whereas a student would get “hands-on” training in woodworking, welding, blacksmithing, pipe-fitting and how to operate all kinds of machinery. It was designed specifically for boys living and working on farms. A new addition to house the shop had been completed equipped with all the modern machines and tools of that 1950 decade. All boys who took Voag had the option of joining the Future Farmers of America (FFA) which was an organization on a local, state and national level. The FFA offered competition in many areas such a public speaking, conducting meetings, animal projects, etc.

Everyone was required to write and give a speech in front of the class. This was the best thing that ever happened to me as I had been shy being around anyone other than family members. The three year period was a great experience for me in building my confidence and self-esteem. I served as President of the Andrew Lewis Chapter of FFA, and in my Senior year, I was elected State Secretary of the Virginia FFA. So, Murphy Scott, the man walking towards me was a man I would be grateful to for the rest of my life. At that moment I did not realize just how much.

I cut the tractor motor off as the first words were coming out of his mouth in the form of a question: “Are you going to ride that tractor the rest of your life?” I answered that I was just trying to finish the field by day’s end. He looked up at me and said, “Ted, you are going to attend V.P.I. come Fall.” (Virginia Tech University was known as V.P.I. back then). I looked at him and stated what I thought he already knew, that my family could never afford to send me to college. But, Murph had the answers, and he had done his homework.

Without my knowledge, he had been searching for a scholarship for me to attend V.P.I. in Blacksburg. And he had found one that nobody had applied for, and it was for the School of Agriculture. He had all the papers, and all I had to do was fill them out, and he would take me up to Virginia Tech in a couple of days for submission and approval. (That happened, and I was enrolled in the School of Agriculture at Virginia Tech University majoring in Animal Husbandry.) It appeared to be a different man riding that tractor the remainder of the day. After Murphy Scott left, I sat there on the tractor processing what had happened in the past twenty minutes. It seemed surreal, but I knew that my next four years had been laid out and this was the reality of that moment.

Still sitting on the tractor, staring at that cornfield, my mind started backtracking to seven years prior in 1951 at age 11 that marked the beginning of my farming experience at the Morgan Farm. I had already been bitten by the farming bug during my earlier years spending summers up at the Garman homeplace where cousin Gene lived with father Paul, mother Stacil and sister Wilma. As boys during our years of 8-10, Gene and I did many different kinds of things on the farm to the extent our size allowed. We helped with haymaking, harvesting, feeding hogs and chickens, gathering firewood, carrying water from the well house to the main house as well as any and all other things deemed necessary. Milking cows twice a day is the most vivid memory I have, probably since that is what we did the most. I learned a lot even at that age from just being exposed to it and asking questions. Gene is still farming on a part of the homeplace as of 2018.

My association with the Jerry Morgan farm started as a result of playing with Johnny Lopez, who lived at the big farmhouse called “The Summit”. He lived there with his mother Ella Lopez and older brother Ralphiel. Ella was kin to the Morgan’s through marriage and lived at The Summit in the time she was a teacher at Catawba School in 1938-39, and 1943-1945. I was around inside the house, in the barns, and on the property on a regular basis. The farm owner Jerry Morgan was called Uncle Jerry by those kin to him and those not kin to him. He was Uncle Jerry in life and after he died in 1974 (age 94), he remains Uncle Jerry in memory to this day.

Interesting History of the Morgan Farm

The Morgan family bought the farm from Captain W.W. Brand in 1904 who resided there with his wife Mary Thomas Brand who was the daughter of Elias Thomas, Sheriff of Roanoke County from 1848-1850. Sheriff Thomas owned the land before Captain Brand buying it. Captain Brand was described as, “a splendid citizen,” active in all church and civic affairs and was for many years superintendent of the Catawba Methodist Church Sunday School.  Captain Brand had given the land for the original church to be built on in 1884. That church would remain there for over 75 years until it was razed in 1962.

In 1904 the Brand Farm of about 900 acres would become the Morgan farm. After purchasing the 900-acre farm for approximately $14,000, the Morgans sold the western 300 acres to J.B. Andrews at $50 per acre.

4.jpgA year after buying the Brand property, the original house burned and the Morgans built a large, nine bedroom farmhouse in 1907, calling it “The Summit”. It would double as a boarding house through the years, as well. Jerry Morgan would oversee the workings of the farm until the early 1970s. He passed away in December of 1974. He, like Captain Brand would be described as a “splendid citizen.”

The Wingate family would purchase the house and farm buildings in 1978 and it opened for business in 1982. It would be called “The Homeplace”, a very successful family style restaurant, but that’s story itself for a future time.

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The Homeplace Restaurant
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Left to right: Madeline Edwards Crawford (on floor), Stella Painter, Viola Grisso, Viola Martin, Essie Morgan, Maxie Morgan

During my time being a part of the Morgan farm from 1951-1962, there was a number of family members living there. George Morgan, a brother to Jerry, was a skilled electrician, wood craftsman, and inventor. He died in 1957. Annie Morgan, an unmarried sister, lived there until her death in 1953. Another unmarried sister, Esther (Essie) Morgan was there and passed away in the same year as brother Jerry, in 1974.

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Bill Bishop

Jerry Morgan had two grandsons, brothers Bill and Landon Bishop who resided there and did the farm work. An unmarried daughter Maxie born five years after the farm’s purchase in 1909 lived there until the farm was sold. She died in 1982.

A black man, Jessee Blaney who lived in the close-by “Colored Town” community was a full-time employee and taught me a lot about farming. He was a fine man and highly respected. Emory Garman worked there in the summertime for several years. I noted earlier that another Morgan relative, Ella Lopez lived there for a few years, along with her two sons.

 

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Needing Some Wheels

In 1951 at age 11, I desired a bicycle, preferably a Schwinn so that I could ride to places like cousin Jimmy Garman’s home, Sanatorium and to nearby farms like the Brillharts and Sanatorium Farm to work and earn money. My chances of getting a bike were about as good as getting a pony, 22 rifle or the many other things that I dreamed about.

We did not even have enough money at times for necessities. I had decided that I would just settle for a pair of Keffer Store, Wolverine high top work shoes since I would be walking a lot. But God was about to smile down on Teddy. Mama told me one day that Uncle Jerry had talked to her about one of their cows having birthed a calf and in doing so had died, leaving a healthy calf behind. When a calf loses its mother, no other cow would nurse it. It happened from time to time on local farms, which required someone to bottle-feed that calf until it could eat solid food. Uncle Jerry said they did not have anyone to deal with raising that orphan calf, but if Teddy wanted to do it, then they would furnish the milk. Like I had to think about that? That calf will be transformed into a new Schwinn bike!

We got a couple of RC Cola bottles, some nipples and my raise-a-calf project started. There was a barn on our property, so everything was set up. The first attempt at bottle-feeding the calf failed since the calf wanted mama cow’s teat not a piece of rubber. Now what?

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My mother came to the rescue since she had done this on the Garman farm growing up. First, you have to sprinkle some milk on your fingers and let the calf suck the milk off. When that occurs, trade your fingers for the nippled milk bottle and the calf doesn’t know the difference. Worked perfectly for me and the nursing began. After a couple of weeks, I would gradually start to feed the calf some cow feed purchased at Minor Keffer’s store. Finally, the day came for the calf to go to the market. Landon Bishop, from the Morgan farm, hauled the calf away in the farm truck, and I got a check that would enable me to purchase a bicycle. It was a sharp looking 26” Schwinn bike, and now I had transportation.

During the summer of 1951, I would spend even more time at the Morgan farm and could not get enough of the farming activities. I, also, was asked to do jobs around the farmhouse grounds like, clean out the chicken house and help plant and maintain the huge garden behind the house. I was paid fifty cents per hour. The garden plot was one-half acre in size and required a lot of work to maintain it. A large part of the garden harvest went into canning which filled a huge pantry in the large kitchen area of the house. Other produce was dried or kept in a root cellar. I recall, vividly, the day I was given a bundle of 200  tomato slips to plant. That was a chore and a half to do that. I would stretch a line from one side of the garden to the other so I could lay off a straight row. The plants would be planted in a hill about three feet apart. Each plant got a cup of chicken manure mixed with the soil at the bottom of the hole. After reaching the end of each row, I would carry a bucket of water down that row applying a cup of water to each plant. That was indeed a long day. All in all, I liked to garden and see things I planted pop through the soil crust and eventually, blossom and bear much fruit. The soil in that garden was very productive.

When you go to the Homeplace Restaurant today and park in back, you are parking on that garden spot. Why would the Morgans want such a big garden? I believe every garden in that day and time was oversized. However, it always seemed to get used or preserved in some manner for the future. People then were quick to share when they had a surplus. The Morgan family and those who boarded there ate vegetables year around, whether fresh or preserved. Teachers, circuit preachers, visitors to Catawba Sanatorium all patronized the Summit.

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Annie and Essie Morgan were the co-chefs of the farm kitchen, assisted by Maxie and Ella as needed. Annie and Essie always seemed to be in the large kitchen, cooking, frying, and baking. Johnny Lopez and I always had a kitchen visit scheduled for milk and cookies. I have eaten many meals there over the years and I tell people today that the food served by The Homeplace Restaurant always brings back those memories of delicious and plentiful country cuisine.

I developed many skills doing any and all tasks, whether requested by Uncle Jerry or Miss Annie or Essie. Around the farmhouse and yard area, I pruned hedges, mowed grass with a push mower, planted flowers, raked leaves, picked up tree branches and repaired and painted the yard fence. But the allure for me was the farm work. I loved being around the farm machinery, especially the tractor, and all the haymaking equipment. There was a machinery shed/workshop equipped to fix machinery that would break down, which on a farm is almost daily. There was a forge for blacksmithing and an acetylene torch, which they taught me how to use. Due to my young age and skinny body, I would be limited to smaller jobs, but that was fine with me as long as I could be on the farm. You might say I was upward bound physically and vocationally.

My big break comes as opportunity knocks

The farm had two trucks: A long bed pickup truck that Landon used to haul milk cans to Roanoke three days a week and a flatbed larger truck for hauling hay bales during haymaking time. The big truck was once a school bus. I assume it was discarded in favor of a more modern bus and sold by Roanoke County schools at auction. The Morgans had bought the old school bus and removed the enclosed part consisting of sides, roof, front, and back. The “naked” bus then would become a flatbed with a driver’s seat and a hood over the motor. A frame was built just behind the driver’s seat the width of the truck and five feet high. This would allow rectangular hay bales to be stacked on the truck starting at the front frame and moving backward the length of the bed. When finished it looked and functioned like a flatbed truck. It was a straight drive of course with a clutch and a gear shift that stood tall off the floor.

10Usually, there were only two people hauling hay which had one downside. Someone would have to drive the truck to each bale in the row, stop, get out and pick up the bale tossing it on the truck for whoever was there to do stacking. I was about to get my driving lessons a little early in life. The plan was to put me in the driver’s seat on a cushion so that I could reach the brake and clutch. I may have been skinny, but I had long legs so reaching the pedals was no big deal. They would put it in gear, and the truck would creep along in low gear with the clutch released. All I had to do was steer the truck to the next bale. When the truck was loaded, I would press the clutch down and push the brake down and put the truck out of gear. Someone else would drive the truck to the barn to unload it.

Uncle Jerry found out about me driving the truck and wanted to put a stop to it for fear I would get hurt, but after seeing me do it and always on flat ground, he relented. In a year’s time, I was able to handle the truck pretty much like a pro. Two year’s later at age thirteen I was driving the truck and the tractor.

At age fifteen I was able to use all the machinery, including all the haymaking equipment, plow, disc, harrow, plus the seed drill. In 1957, at age 17 I was put in charge of all the crop work. This would be my most busy year of all not only on the Morgan farm but on the Brillhart farm and at Keffer’s store as well.

I remember, vividly, putting up hay from the field near Catawba creek that was called the meadow. It always had a thick hay crop. For reasons I cannot remember, Bill and Landon were not available. I mowed the meadow, raked the field into windrows and after it dried, I hitched up the baler and baled the entire field. I would then get the old school bus “truck” out and haul load after load to the big barn beside the road. That was the hardest I ever worked at the Morgan farm. Surprising what all you can do when you are that age.

New Modern Milk Barn Built

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In 1950 a new 30-cow milking parlor had been installed in a rectangular cinder block building. This new milking system contained a six-can milking cooler, hot water heater, and milking machines, making the whole twice a day milking process much more efficient. Cleanup and maintenance time was cut in half. I never was involved in the dairy aspect of the farm, which was handled by the Bishop brothers, Landon and Bill (mostly Bill). Operating a 30-cow dairy operation was very time consuming, which did not permit Landon and Bill to be of much help with the crops, especially haymaking. Landon made three trips a week to Roanoke to deliver the milk to the processor. Although not directly involved in the dairy part, I would be responsible for an important byproduct. Animal waste!

Job Description: Animal Waste Removal- 50 cents per hour.

It was the first job (and the last job) I would ever have where I started at the top and worked my way down! Let me explain. Dairy cows have to be milked every single day and twice a day. That’s it, and it is non-negotiable.

In the late Spring until late Fall after each milking, the cows would return to pasture for grazing. However during the cold weather months, unable to be pastured, the cattle would return to an enclosed barn for shelter and hay that was harvested in the summer. During those winter months, they would eat, sleep and go to the bathroom in that barn. The amount of liquid and solid waste they deposited would mix with the hay strewn about building slowly but surely a rising level of manure from the barn floor up. This accumulation of manure occurred since the barn was, in essence, a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom for the herd. That was the cause. The effect was about three feet of manure on the floor that had to be removed and spread on the pasture farm fields. That would be my responsibility.

Landon and Bill thought it was funny, mainly because they would not have to do it. Uncle Jerry looked at it the first day and felt sorry for me; I suppose because he raised my pay from fifty to seventy-five cents per hour. I did manage to get in about twenty-five hours in a week’s time.

The process involved backing the manure spreader up to an open window on the barn’s east side and fork/shovel the manure out the window into the spreader. When the spreader was filled up, I would drive the tractor -pulled spreader to a field and spread it. That was not a pleasant experience when the wind was blowing hard. Bottom line, it was a humbling experience.

The Family

I felt a part of the Morgan family during my decade-long association with them. And they treated me like one of their own. I had many a meal there and ate some good food that Miss Annie and Miss Essie prepared. I am one of the few living now that enjoyed home cooked meals at the Summit and The Homeplace. Both then and now are deserving of five stars.

Miss Essie worked in the post office of which Uncle Jerry served as postmaster. This was when the PO was located in Keffer’s Store. Not sure if Miss Annie worked in the post office at times or not.

Maxie, Uncle Jerry’s daughter, was the youngest and very friendly and outgoing, maybe a little hyper at times. She was a dedicated churchgoer and worker. We had ice cream suppers at the school for church fundraisers and Maxie’s specialty was pimento cheese sandwiches. She made her own pimento cheese and made the thickest sandwiches you ever saw. You got your money’s worth and then some. Maxie was always interesting to be around.

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George S. Morgan used the cart as a means of attending to the livestock on the farm.

Uncle Jerry’s brother George was a genius in my opinion. He could make just about anything and fix everything. In the new dairy barn, he designed and installed all the electrical work and lighting. He made a wood lathe that was pedal operated and taught me how to use it. George said he wanted me to have it when he died, but that somehow did not happen. He was a very interesting person to talk to.

Landon and Bill Bishop were brothers and with limited education. Bill, in particular, was challenged although he had the major responsibility of the milking parlor operation. The two brothers argued all the time it seemed but never got mad or physical. Bill was always against what I was for. I would argue with him at times because he expected it. Whenever alone he would engage in self-dialogue, which is another way to say “talking to oneself.” I enjoyed working with them and got along fine especially when I would make them laugh.

Landon was never stressed about anything, always predictable, regardless of any situation. He and Bill shared a room at the farmhouse and ate their meals there. Landon would haul the full milk cans to Roanoke on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to sell the raw milk to the processor. He would bring back the empty cans to be refilled during the next two days before taking another load to Roanoke.

There were times when my Mama would need to go to Roanoke and she would ride with Landon and come back home with him later in the day. I remember riding with her and Landon on some of those trips. Landon would drop us off downtown and Mama would put me in the Rialto movie theater where I would watch a western, cartoons, etc. until she came and got me so we could ride back to Catawba with Landon. Sometimes we would ride the Abbott bus and do the same thing. I liked that because I got to see movies which was a treat for sure. And Mama got to do her shopping.

When I was actively trapping and had accumulated some hides to sell, Landon would take them to Roanoke and sell them for me. I guess the modern name for Landon today would be Uber driver.

I treated the farm like I was a family member.  I did most all of my hunting on the mountain part of the Morgan farm. Mostly squirrels, but grouse and deer also. I was a trapper for several years, ninety percent of the time on the Morgan farm property and creek. I trapped the creek for mink and muskrat and the fields for skunks. I got sent home when in the seventh grade for going to school with skunk odor on me. I stopped trapping skunks after that——-at Mama’s request!

I fished and did frogging on Catawba Creek, but fishing was hit and miss. Got frogs pretty easily and Mama would fry frog legs. Yes, they do flop around in the skillet when cooking.

Our church youth and neighborhood kids would enjoy the Morgan farm for sleigh riding every winter. The hills there were perfect for sleighing and building bonfires. The Methodist Youth Fellowship would have sledding parties with hot dogs and marshmallows roasted on a stick.

When doing this article on the Morgan Farm, my thoughts wandered back to those who had been there before, namely, the Catawba Indians. I hunted, fished and trapped where the Native Americans did. I farmed where the first settlers including Captain Brand did. Native Americans have always felt that one would have a kinship to the earth. I experienced that to the fullest. It will always be special to me that I experienced those years on the Morgan farm. I would have welcomed living in the 1800s but I guess I came as close to it as I could have. What a blessing the Morgan Farm was to me, thanks to Uncle Jerry.

The Morgan Home, Catawba, Virginia

John “William” Morgan married “Sallie”, Sarah Adeline Wysong, on July 5, 1870.

They had nine children, Ellen, Nancy, Willie, Francis, Jerry, Annie, George, John, and Essie.

The family moved from Dublin, Pulaski County VA after the 1900 census but prior to the 1910 census.

John William died January 12, 1911, age 78. Sallie died April 25, 1944.  They are buried at the Morgan Cemetery in Catawba.

~Photo credits – Dawn Johnsson

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Old School Part Two

Introduction

The intent of this “Part Two” is to prepare an official account of all the schools that were in the Catawba Valley from the first school in 1871 (Narrows) to the last school in 1981(Catawba), a period of 110 years. All statistical information, names of schools, teachers, etc. are from the documented records of the Roanoke County Schools. Thus providing Catawba with a Historical Document Reference of Catawba Schools 1871-1981. This document will be printed, along with all other 2018 Blog posts in the book Echoes From Catawba Volume 1. This book will be available in mid-November, 2018.

Thanks to the Roanoke County Schools for sharing their records and overall assistance.

Who Educated Granddad & Grandma?

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Shiloh School 1912  Students in front of Shiloh School in Catawba Valley. 1st row, L to R: Hortense Deeds, Eva Reed, Gladys Grisso, Edna Wright, Mary Garman, Paris Wright, Roy Hall, Claude Garman, Nelson Alls, John Garman, Kermit Garman, Roy Brillhart, Clyde Brillhart, Kenneth Deeds, Grattin Hall and Matthew Wright. 2nd row, L to R: Pearl Bain (teacher), Vera Deeds, Mary Reed, Violet Custer, McKenley Damewood, Leo Garman and Oscar Garman.

We know about one-room schools in Catawba that started in 1870, but how were children educated in the early 1800s? Compared to the Northern states, the Southern states were 100 years behind in setting up educational systems. Before the Revolutionary War, pathfinders, explorers and early settlers were crossing the looming mountains of the Appalachians.  History down through the ages tells us that education was ongoing, but not in the form of Public Education.

God created us with the capability to absorb and retain knowledge. Children were taught at home by their parents or in larger families by older siblings. It is certain that all kinds of trades or skills were handed down but basic reading, writing, and arithmetic would have had to be taught. The process would have been somewhat similar to “homeschooling” today. Wealthy parents (and they were few) could have hired a qualified tutor or they might have sent their children to a private school if available. But by and large, education was handed down, as was work ethic, manners, and commitment to God and family. This method of schooling although very helpful was limited in many cases due to the educational and economic status of their parents. But education by whatever method was available.

Roanoke County was founded in 1838, having evolved from an oversized Botetourt County. It is believed that about 5,000 residents lived within the bounds of Roanoke County at that time. Virginia moved slowly but surely in setting up a school system for the education of all its children. Localities throughout Virginia reacted differently as politics, cultures and various socio/economic approaches would drive the decisions of free school for all. But Roanoke County would step forward in 1846 to establish a county-wide school system according to the requirements of the General Assembly of Virginia. School Districts were set up and Catawba was one of those Districts.

After setting up the necessary school districts in 1846, very little if anything happened. As a matter of fact, there was very little progress until 1870 when the state system began. The Civil War had interrupted the process in the 1860s and the recovery after that was slow. But things were about to change for Catawba and other county schools. The Virginia Legislature was committed to getting the system of public schools up, and state superintendent William Ruffner was given 30 days to present a plan.

Roanoke County organized a school board for each of the four magisterial districts.  In Catawba district, John John was elected chairman, Captain William Brand was elected clerk, and one other member was elected, a man named John Gordon.

The following plan was adopted and published with an explanation in the county paper (The Roanoke Times):

Persons living in the vicinity of any schoolhouse in the county (Catawba) may have a free school established among them by complying with the following conditions:

  1. Provide a comfortable school house with all the necessary furniture.
  2. Admit to the school all the children of the proper age within a district of such size as will secure an average daily attendance of twenty scholars for five months.
  3. Employ a teacher who has a certificate of qualification from the county superintendent.
  4. Raise by subscriptions or donations and amount equal to one-third of the teacher’s salary.

Catawba’s Early Schools

The first schools were built as one room structures, occasionally upgraded to two rooms. Some were log structures and some were framed structures.   Just like homes in the Valley, water had to be carried to the schoolhouses and they were heated by wood.

Each school was required to have at least 20 students signup in order to qualify for County support. The school year would have a length of three, four or five months, preferably five. Attendance was sporadic, especially with boys since they were needed on the farms. Teachers were brought in from wherever they could find them. There were teachers from some Northern states that would come and take jobs in Roanoke County.

The schools that were in the Catawba area that were part of the Catawba District in the 1870’s through the 1920’s were Narrows, Shiloh, Gravel Hill, Catawba, and Catawba Colored.

According to Roanoke County School Board archives, Narrows School started in 1871 and was condemned in 1926.  The children from Narrows were then transported to Gravel Hill.

Shiloh school began in 1872.  A new Shiloh school was built in 1916. In 1928 Shiloh school closed and the children from Shiloh School attended the newly built Catawba School.  The Shiloh school building was dismantled and rebuilt at Mercy House on the County Farm.

Gravel Hill School began in 1897 and closed in 1928.  Those children from Gravel Hill would attend the new Catawba School.

The Catawba Colored School was started in 1872 and closed in 1954.

The original Catawba School was started in 1872 and met until 1877. The location of this school is described as near Brand store.  Records show that the school began again in 1883 and met through 1888 and again from 1906 until 1928.

The location of the original Catawba School has been verified as being on the Catawba Sanatorium property (Catawba Hospital) today. It was located on Hwy 320  which is called Catawba Hospital Drive  on the left  at the ridgeline, top of the hill not far from the Pumphouse. As a young boy I had walked all those fields and woods during my youth. It stuck in my mind that there were foundation ruins there at the time. During these time- consuming school posts I have always felt there was an original Catawba School and had research that suggested such. I am dedicated to writing based on facts, especially since I want this position to be the official record of Catawba Schools. My instincts told me that this aforementioned property was the Catawba School location. Steve Hall, whose dad told him years ago that this was the location he attended school. As a matter of fact, on one occasion a teacher there walking up the snowy path one school morning slipped and fell sliding all the way to the foot of the sloping field. Clay laughed at the site and was punished for doing so. Deedie Kagey’s History of Roanoke County states there was a school near Brand’s store. Another historical source states a school near Catawba Methodist Church. Although this information pointed towards the Catawba Sanatorium/Catawba Hospital location as the exact location of the school, I was still hesitate; Until Alan Lee stated that his Great Aunt Edith Lee Smith told him that this area was the location of the first church/school in Catawba.

A new Catawba School was built in 1928 where the schools would be consolidated, with the exception of the Catawba colored school. The Black students from that school would enter the new Catawba School in the mid 1950s. The 1928 Catawba School would close in the spring of  1981.

 

Narrows School                                  Shiloh School                                       Gravel Hill School

Visit the Old School Photo Album

These listings, by school, date, teachers, enrollment and closing are all from the Roanoke County Schools archives of official records.

NARROWS SCHOOL
1871-1926  
Teacher Enrollment
1871–1872 Unknown
1872–1874 McCulloch, Nannie S. 33, 31
1874-1875 McConkey, George G. 35
1875–1876 Henderson, _____ 39
1876–1877 Rex, B.L. 31
1877-1883 No Record
1883-1884 Bennett, John S. 38
1884-1885 Woods, Jane 38
1885–1887 Gordon, Frank B. 33, 39
1887–1888 Woods, James P. 34
1888-1889 Thomas, Jennie 31
1889-1890 John, John J. 36
1890-1891 Eakin, Mrs. Abba 42
1891-1893 Lewis, Mary S. 41, 12
1893-1895 Beahm, J.C. 42, 42
1895-1896 McWhorter, A.W. 45
Doosing, W.T.
1896-1897 Doosing, W.T. 47
1897-1898 Wilson, Miss. M. S. 28
1898-1900 John, L. Annie 25, 27
1900-1901 Price, Laura E. 30
1901-1903 John, L. Annie 33, 30
1903-1904 Reynolds, Berta M. 27
1904-1909 John, L. Annie 26, 25, 24, 19, 17
1909-1910 Bain, Pearl 19
1910-1911 Eakin, Alice 19
1911-1912 John, L. Annie 16
1912-1913 Bell, Fay 21
1913-1914 Eakin, Alice 26
1914-1915 Fox, Gladys 17
1915-1916 Mays, Julia 19
1916-1917 Murray, Lottie 21
1917-1918 Aker, Myrtle 32
1918-1919 Hanley, Mary 29
1919-1920 Aker, Myrtle 33
1920-1921 Baker, Cora 27
1921-1922 Campbell, Virginia 30
1922-1923 none
1923-1924 Arthur, E. W. 27
1924-1925 Lancaster, Harry 29
1925-1926 Ritger, Miss Meta 30
1928 (spring) Closed
SHILOH SCHOOL
1872 – 1928  
 Teachers Enrollment
1872-1873 Henderson, Harry 32
1873-1875 Anderson, Elmer 26, 47
1875-1877 Wilson, William 44, 32
1877-1883 No Record
1883-1884 Crawford, W.A. 36
1884-1885 None
1885-1887 Woods, James R. 46, 42
1887-1888 Henderson, P.M. 41
1888-1889 Wells, James M. 49
1889-1890 Scott, J.J. 44
1890-1891 John, John J. 46
1891-1892 Crawford, Ballard W. 40
1892-1893 Bradford, Josie 36
1893-1894 Cameron, J.B.R 39
1894-1895 Spessard, Sallie 39
1895-1896 McWhorter, M.T. 34
1896-1897 Beahm, Lucy R. 43
1897-1899 Sink, H.C. 41, 32
1899-1900 Cameron, J.B. 31
1900-1901 Bernhardt, Dora E. 29
1901-1902 Cameron, J.B. 33
1902-1903 Barnett, Maggie D. 35
1903-1904 Smiley, Marie 21
1904-1905 Humbert, Weta 23
1905-1906 Compton, Olivia 29
1906-1907 Jamison, Hattie 26
1907-1908 Hatcher, Belle 30
1908-1909 G_____, Ethel 30
1909-1910 Peters, Flora 30
1910-1911 Crantz, Lucy 30
1911-1912 Bain, Pearl 23
1912-1913 Brown, Minnie 24
1913-1914 Merchant, Almira 31
1914-1915 Price, Louise 34
1915-1916 Carter, Jessie 35
1916-1917 Prillaman, Annie 41
1917-1918 Brown, Minnie 41
1918-1919 Payne, Eugie 38
1919-1920 Neighbors, Mrs. J.W. 38
1920-1921 Rowe, Sallie 38
Tredway, Letitita
1921-1922 Flora, Fannie 40
1922-1923 Flora, Fannie 41
Flora, Pearl
1923-1924 Bostwick, Junia 39
Flora, Pearl
1924-1925 Thompson, Mrs. Ollie 26
Angerson, Mary
Lipes, Lucille
1925-1926 Crumpacker, Mary (Principal)
Garst, Louise 30
1926-1927 Eakin, Alice 24
1927-1928 Rumburg, Miss. Dimple 28
Edwards, Myretle
19289 Spring) Closed
GRAVEL HILL SCHOOL
1897-1928
Teachers Enrollment
1897-1898 Agnew, Miss. H.M. 31
1898-1899 Doosing, W.T. 30
1899-1900 Haslep, Miss. Inez 27
1900-1901 Jamison, John 27
1901-1902 Wiley, Miss Gracie 36
1902-1903 Garst, Levi 34
1903-1904 John, Miss L. Annie 34
1904-1905 Ikenberry, Martha 30
1905-1906 Reynolds, Rufus 32
1906-1909 Eakin, Alice 30, 32, 34
1909-1910 Trice, Bertha 33
1910-1911 John, L. Annie 28
1911-1912 Hall, Maude 31
1912-1913 Wells, Dora 25
1913-1914 Light, Gold 29
1914-1915 Martin, Dorcas 20
Graham, William
1915-1916 Cummins, Bessie 28
1916-1917 Heard, Irene 27
1917-1922 None
1922-1923 White, Frances 11
1923-1926 None
1926-1927 Lavinder, Helen 25
1927-1928 McDermed, Ruby 23
1928 (Spring) Closed
CATAWBA SCHOOL
1872-1981
Teachers Enrollment
1872-1874 McConkey, Mary P. 28, 25
1874-1875 Rogers, Miss L. A. 31
1875-1876 Peele, Christine E. 14
1876-1877 Peele, Julie 22
1883-1884 Woods, James R. 29
1884-1885 Brent, James 31
1885-1886 Wade, J.T.S. 30
1886-1887 Burnett, Edgar W. 24
1887-1888 Scott, James J. 29
1890-1891 Lewis, Mary 49
1891-1893 Lewis, Delia 18, 19
1893-1894 Spessard, Sallie 27
1894-1895 John, Annie 24
1895-1896 Garst, Mary 27
1896-1897 Lewis, Delia 29
1897-1899 Jenkins, H.T. 22, 23
1899-1900 Ferguson, Laura 23
1900-1901 Moore, Retta 22
1901-1902 Lewis, Delia 26
1902-1903 Woods, Bertha 28
1903-1904 vacant
1904-1905 Compton, Olivia 25
1905-1907 Cameron, J. B. R. 36, 32
1907-1908 Fringer, Mrs. Geo. 29
1908-1909 Logan, Sallie 23
1909-1910 John, Annie 35
1910-1913 Gilbert, Blanche 38, 35, 33
1913-1914 Hamilton, Margie 30
1914-1915 Barnett, Kathleen 26
1915-1917 Price, Nellie 33, 35
1917-1918 Eaton, Bess 30
1918-1919 Hall, Elizabeth 27
1919-1920 Barnett, Kathleen 37
1920-1921 Barnett, Kathleen 34
Hall, Elizabeth
1921-1922 Barnett, Kathleen 46
Baker, Cora
Hall, Elizabeth
1922-1923 Fringer, Kathleen 38
Basham, Virginia
1923-1924 Graham, Elsie 34
1924-1925 Johnston, Margaret 29
Penley, Blanche
1925-1926 Eakin, Alice 40
Burch, Ida
1926-1927 White, Grace 43
Burch, Ida
1927-1928 Morehead, Katherine 40
Fitzpatrick, Susye
Burch, Ida
1928-1929 Myers, Mr. B.P. 109
Burch, Ida
Davis, Hazel
McDermed, Ruby
1929-1930 Stone E.L. – Principal 114
McDermed, Ruby
Davis, Hazel
Burch, Ida
1930-1931 James, W. Robert- Principal 145
Wood, Verba
McDermed, Ruby
Davis, Hazel
Burch, Ida
1931-1932 James, W. Robert-Principal 137
Vaught, Mr. E. E.
Brown, Mr. F. P.
DeLong Jr., Mr. W. J.
McDermed, Ruby
Conner, Josephine
Bowers, Eleanor
1932-1933 James, W. Robert-Principal 135
Marmon, Mr. W. Fain
McDermed, Ruby
Conner, Josephine
Bowers, Eleanor
1933-1934 James, W. Robert-Principal 153
Marmon, Mr. W. Fain
McDermed, Ruby
Conner, Josephine
Garrett, Eleanor B.
1934-1935 James, W. Robert-Principal 148
Marmon, Mr. W. Fain
Richardson, Hazel
Reynolds, Charlotte
Garrett, Eleanor B.
1935-1936 James, W. Robert-Principal 145
Enger, Charles
James, Margaret
Moran, Marian
Garrett, Eleanor B.
1936-1937 James, W. Robert-Principal 116
Richards, Dan
Leonard, Mabel
Moran, Marian
Garrett, Eleanor B.
1937-1938 James, W. Robert-Principal 148
Richards, Dan
Leonard, Mabel
Moran, Marian
Fagg, Betty
1938-1939 Miller, W. H. – Principal 144
Argabright, Eileen
Chick, Dorothea
Lopez, Ella
Leonard, Mabel
Adams, Sylvia
1939-1940 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 107
Harris, Elizabeth
Adams, Sylvia
1940-1941 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 112
Mason, Edith
Adams, Sylvia
1941-1942 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 121
Mason, Edith
Bowers, Elizabeth
1942-1943 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 130
Davis, Margaret
Mason, Edith
Painter, Ethel
1943-1944 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 138
Brillhart, Lucille
Lopez, Ella
Painter, Ethel
1944-1945 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 138
Brillhart, Lucille
Lopez, Ella
Painter, Ethel
1945-1946 Leonard, Mabel-Principal 137
Brillhart, Lucille
Layman, Alice
Wood, Lucille
1946-1947 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 138
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
LaPrad, Julia
Layman, Alice
1947-1948 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 129
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
LaPrad, Julia
Layman, Alice
1948-1949 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 125
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1949-1950 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 124
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Hinson, Ila
1950-1951 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 114
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Hinson, Ila
1951-1952 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 113
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Hinson, Ila
1952-1953 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 111
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1953-1954 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 107
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1954-1955 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 112
Brillhart, Lucille
Dunn, Kitty
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1955-1956 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 103
Dunn, Kitty
Garman, Lucille B.
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1956-1957 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 108
Davis, Edythe
Dunn, Kitty
Garman, Lucille B.
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1957-1958 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 107
Burks, Barbara Ellen
Dunn, Kitty
Garman, Lucille B.
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
1958-1959 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 103
Dunn, Kitty
Eichelberger, Marjory
Hall, Minnie
Layman, Alice
Orr, Jane Joy
1959-1960 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 93
Dunn, Kitty
Eichelberger, Marjory
Hall, Minnie
Shockey, Ann Carol
1960-1961 Hall, Mabel L. -Principal 89
Dunn, Kitty
Garman, Lucille B.
Hall, Minnie
1961-1962 Harper, Kenneth-Principal 85
Garman, Lucille
Hunter, Kathleen
May, Mary
Teass, Richard F.
1962-1963 Harper, Kenneth-Principal 85
Garman, Lucille
Purdy, Lois
Teass, Richard F.
1963-1964 Harper, Kenneth-Principal 84
Bell, Virginia
Davis, Edythe
Garman, Lucille
Teass, Richard F.
1964-1965 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 84
Bell, Virginia
Davis, Edythe
Garman, Lucille
1965-1966 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 87
Bell, Virginia
Davis, Edythe
Garman, Lucille
1966-1967 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 95
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucille
McMullen, Helen
1967-1968 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 86
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucille
Neal, Mary
1968-1969 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 80
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucille
Neal, Mary
1969-1970 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 85
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucile
Neal, Mary
1970-1971 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 76
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucile
Neal, Mary
1971-1972 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 88
Bell, Virginia
Garman, Lucile
Neal, Mary
1972-1973 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 78
Bell, Virginia
Cockrum, Linda
Freis, Katherine
1973-1974 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 83
Bell, Virginia
Freis, Katherine
Goodall, Phyllis W.
Ridout, Elizabeth J.
Sprenger, Suzanne
1974-1975 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 72
Bell, Virginia
Freis, Katherine
Jones, Miss. Terry A.
Sprenger, Suzanne
1975-1976 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 66
Bell, Virginia
Freis, Katherine
Jones, Miss. Terry A.
Sprenger, Suzanne
1976-1977 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 53
Bell, Virginia
Franks, Doris
Freis, Katherine
Jones, Miss. Terry A.
Sprenger, Suzanne
1977-1978 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 51
Bell, Virginia
Crabtree, Laurie
Freis, Katherine
Sprenger, Suzanne
1978-1979 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 47
Bell, Virginia
Brammer, Lynn
Crabtree, Laurie
Freis, Katherine
1979-1980 Thompson, Donald L. – Principal 56
Bell, Virginia
Brammer, Lynn
Freis, Katherine
Romano, Nancy
1980-1981 Lonker, Steve L.-Principal 49
Beaver, Sharon
Bell, Virginia
Brammer, Lynn
Eary, Martha
Kaplan, Debbie
Key, Pamela
Puckett, Vickie
Romano, Nancy
Young, Deborah
CATAWBA COLORED SCHOOL Teachers Enrollment
1872-1954    
1872-1873 Thomas 32
1873-1874 Beane, James 25
1874-1876 Beane, I. H. 40, 38
1876-1877 Ricks, M. W. 36
1883-1884 Young, J. F. 33
1884-1885 Williams, Anne 42
1885-1886 Wilson, William 51
1886-1887 Persinger, Toney 43
1887-1888 Wilson, R. W. 37
1888-1889 Sigler, J. W. 30
1889-1890 Sigler, J. W. 41
1891-1922 No Record
1922-1923 Noe, Margaret 36
1923-1926 Penick, Miss Jessie 26, 26, 24
1926-1927 Clayter, Marie 21
1927-1930 Jones, Jessie P. 21, 26, 25
1930-1931 Kein, Helen 29
1931-1934 Jones, Jessie P. 23, 19, 23
1934-1935 Coleman, Martha 15
1935-1937 Harper, Mary 18, 15
1937-1939 Blaney, Mary 11, 15
1939-1940 Johnson, Gwendolyn 20
1940-1942 Cooley, Marie 16, 18
1943-1945 Lynch, Letita 16, 13, 15
Rayford, Christine
1945-1946 Burke, Dorthy 14
Lynch, Letita
Traynham
1946-1948 Burke, Dorthy 20, 22
1948-1954
Closed 1954
Poindexter, Marguerite 20, 18, 25, 21, 18, 17

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Little White Church in the Wildwood

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Catawba Methodist Church

“It didn’t make no never mind to me, no how, if that hound dog got saved during that sprinkling-baptism that occurred during the ceremony by Preacher Reynolds. I know I did!”

A large hound was licking water off my shoe as I stood at the front of the church with cousin Jimmy Garman as Preacher Reynolds sprinkled water on our heads, which is the Methodist version of baptism when folks accept the Lord and become saved. In the old Catawba Methodist Church which was built in 1884 and razed in 1962, we had, literally, an open door policy.

In the summer months, the two front doors would usually be open to give air circulation in the church. It was not unusual to have a dog, cat, or occasional bird come to the service. Along with plentiful moths and winged insects drawn to a light. That was life in any country church in the mountains.

INTRODUCTION

Let me introduce s special lady, a friend and native of Catawba who has been removed from the Valley for several decades, however, Catawba was never removed from her. In November 1964, Eleanor Jean Brillhart Avery diligently researched and prepared this “heartfelt” memoir, dedicating it to her daughter Amy Brillhart Avery. Beautifully composed, a mother shares her heart, mind, and soul to a daughter of what this Little White Church in the Wildwood has meant to her life. This story will enlighten you, uplift you, bring a tear to your eyes and leave you inspired. How Blessed I am to have my friend Eleanor Jean to be a guest writer on Echoes From Catawba. You are about to receive that Blessing.

MORE THAN JUST A BUILDING
THIS IS CATAWBA METHODIST CHURCH—-MY CHURCH
By Eleanor Jean Brillhart Avery
November 1964

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A church is a building   It may be modest or fine   It may be red brick Or rough hand-hewn pine   If CHRIST is at the center   I know that’s a sign   This is a church I’d be proud to call mine.

CATAWBA——A strange sounding name for a place that I love, but it brings to me memories of a beautiful blue mountain with brown and green knolls, crossed by the Appalachian Trail. There is a lush green valley patchworked with alfalfa and corn fields and stamped with white farmhouses. A creek, called Catawba creek, gliding through sweet meadows that produced lush hay crops from the loamy soil in the “bottom” fields.

As Catawba Creek hurried along in its Eastward path it would pass by a Settlement of sorts that had a General store and a miniature post office. Very close by stood the little red schoolhouse, called Catawba School that I attended. Across the road from the school stood a newly built Catawba Methodist Church that replaced the original one-room structure that was built in 1884. Nearby was Catawba Sanatorium, which was once the site of Roanoke Red Hotel, an outstanding summer resort for many years.

In years past there was a railroad from Salem to the foot of the mountain on the Mason Cove side. It was built, originally, to haul crushed sandstone from the quarry located on the mountain. The train also hauled coal for the Sanatorium and had one passenger car that took Catawbians bound for Roanoke to the streetcar lane at Lakeside. In turn, it would bring to Catawba the ministers who conducted the services at our little white church, as well as to other churches in the Valley.

Even before there was a train track or a summer resort or sounds of hymns filling the air, there were people who roamed about this rich limestone valley. This area was the hunting territory for the warring Shawnee and Cherokee Indian tribes. One of the greatest Indian trails in the country passed over Catawba Mountain.

The memories of Catawba will always be a part of me for this is where I first opened my eyes to the world, first smiled, played my first games, kissed my first boyfriend and all the other “firsts” that go along with growing up. Outside of my home, I know now the most important influence in my young life was the little one-room white church. It was at the very center of life in the community. Here the people gathered on Sunday for worship and also for the fellowship that comes with mingling with neighbors and friends reviewing all the latest happenings in the neighborhood.

There is a saying that “Home is where the heart is.” Though many years have gone by since I have been away from the blue mountain and the green valley, the little red school, and the little white church, a part of my heart still belongs there. For the many years that lie ahead, when I hear that strange-sounding Indian name, Catawba, it will still mean, “my home” to me.

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Eleanor Brillhart Avery

Author: Eleanor Jean Brillhart Avery

Dedicated to Amy Brillhart Avery
“To give her interesting highlights about my first church home and an understanding of the meaning this church has had for my life.”

Credits: (historical facts)  Jerry Morgan, Essie Morgan, my parents: Marvin & Amy Brillhart.

Photo credits: Betty Keffer Munsey, Barbara Carroll Shelor
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