For the last two years, it has been my great pleasure to piece together the life of a man who lived a bit before our time (I was 4 years old when he died) just around the mountain from us on Peters Mountain near Lindside, WV. Henry Lake Dickason’s life, from a rough cabin to the President’s mansion at two colleges, was one of success in spite of the obstacles placed in his path by society. I was driven to tell his story, mostly because it was inspirational and partly because his story is not well-known even in his hometown. A reader commented recently that as she read, she began turning each page gently, as though it was sacred. That’s the way I felt as I wrote.
Let me introduce Stella, a West Virginia mountain woman. She’s faced down a bunch of troubles that life has thrown in her way. Did it all with a pretty dramatic flair, too. She’s complicated. Even though she taught Sunday school for years, from time to time she packs a “Pink Lady” pistol. She dearly loves her animals, but nearly shot her own brother, in church, no less.
You can’t meet Stella without meeting Jonas, either, a big bearded Inupiaq guy that just swept her off her feet. Together they try to do right, seek God in their lives, take care of family and be as honest as they can, which is a challenge. After waiting nearly 30 years to marry, they travel to the Arctic for Stella to meet his family. And what a family! If Jonas’ family wasn’t enough of a handful, Stella’s brother Timmy Lee and his meanness continues to plague the daylights out of the happy couple.
So far, there are two books in this series, Tales of Stella and Jonas, and one more to go. The two books that are published, Drunk on Peace and Quiet and Hung Over with Grandma are available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble (links below) or if you’re anywhere near southern West Virginia, message me and we’ll figure out a way to get you an autographed copy.
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Miss Mary Mary Beatrice Hargro Ross, my good friend, passed away the day after her 87th birthday, back in January. I had known her for nearly forty years. Her health failed suddenly. Mary was one of the few people still with us who had known Dr. H.L.Dickason, the...read more
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I was honored to be asked to sign my latest book, Try and Be Somebody," at the annual Monroe County Historical Society Wine and Cheese Party at Salt Sulphur Springs, WV. Over a hundred people attended, some in Civil War era clothing. The setting was delightful:...read more
Want to find out more about Dr. Dickason, the subject of my latest,Try and Be Somebody? Check out these links: http://www.bdtonline.com/gallery/video-dr-henry-lake-dickason-honored-in-lindside-sunday-may/video_88e655cc-07e4-11e5-93b6-cbf4e25b8242.html...read more
The evening air cools down quickly these days as the sun retreats below the mountains. Brightly colored maple leaves carpet our yard and the football announcer can be heard as we drive through Peterstown on Saturday nights. Fall is here! I look forward to the whirl...read more
Bluefield State College Founders Day Celebration Such a beautiful day on Friday, both outside and inside the BSC Student Union. It was an honor to take part in the Founders Day program and heart-warming to meet those who had known Dr. Dickason. We sold several copies...read more
“A remarkable book about a remarkable man.” -James Leedy, Archivist, Bluefield State Collegeread more
Thirty copies of a galley proof of "Try and Be Somebody" (a biography of Dr. Henry Lake Dickason) arrived last Thursday and have been distributed for review and corrections. To say I am excited is an understatement! When I get calmed down, I'll post a photo of the...read more
The shipping notice was sent yesterday that the proofs of Dr. Dickason's biography are on the way! It feels almost like two years of pregnancy and the baby is finally coming... Will update and post a photo when they...read more
We live near an old slave cemetery high on Peters Mountain that needed tending. During the Boy Scout Jamboree, there were inquires for work days for the thousands of troops visiting north of here. We applied, troops from middle Tennessee cam to work in the summer...read more