Ballads About Train Wrecks Hold Lessons For Modern Life

Starting in the late nineteenth century, trains were everywhere in southern Appalachia. And so were songs about them.

Starting in the late nineteenth century, trains were everywhere in southern Appalachia. And so were songs about them.

“People are riding on trains, interacting with them. Witnessing crashes with them, building them,” said Scott Huffard, an associate professor of History at Lees-McCrae College in Banner Elk, North Carolina. “And we have this sort of rich history that these songs spring from.”

Huffard’s book, “Engines of Redemption: Railroads and the Reconstruction of Capitalism in the New South” was published in 2019 by the University of North Carolina Press.

“These songs emulate the train. The image of the lonesome whistle has such a powerful meaning,” Huffard said. “ It’s not just songs about trains, it’s songs sounding like trains.”

Sometimes, train sounds were created by bending the pitch on the fiddle across strings. Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs’s version of The Wreck of the Old 97 is a great example of that technique.

Musicians also used open guitar tunings and specific fingerpicking techniques to imitate the chug of the train.

“The thumb is going from the sixth string to the fourth string. Back and forth. Boom, boom, boom, boom; boom, boom; boom, boom; boom, boom,” James “Sparky” Rucker said.

Rucker, a folklorist, storyteller, historian, and singer has performed southern Appalachian train songs for decades. He also described the bottleneck technique, developed by early Blues musicians in the Mississippi Delta and made its way to Appalachia.

“A lot of times, the old musicians would take the neck from an old bottle and break it off, slide it over either their long finger or their ring finger,” said Rucker. And then if you pluck it while that slide is on the string, it makes it sustain longer. And that gives you that feeling of the train going, he said. He demonstrated the “whaa -whaa” sound of the train whistle – on pitch – through a crackly land-line phone interview from his east Tennessee home.

Rucker uses the bottleneck technique in his arrangement of John Henry, which he said is one of his favorite songs to play.

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Sparky Rucker, a folklorist, storyteller, historian and singer performing with his wife, Rhonda.

Huffard says there’s a reason so many of Appalachia’s train ballads and songs focus on wrecks and rough working conditions.

“You know, the region had the highest rate of train wrecks in the entire country by the 1890s,” he said. “I’d say for Appalachia as a whole, the railroad has sort of darker meanings.”

Trains were used to haul mail and other goods across the country. And train companies enforced strict delivery schedules. The pressure to run trains on time was huge – and accidents were bound to happen.

In September of 1923, a mail train careened off a railroad bridge near Danville, Virginia. It was going way too fast – about 90 miles per hour – to make up time. The accident was immortalized in the song, “The Wreck of the Old 97,” which was also performed by Johnny Cash.

Well, they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia,

Said, “Steve, you’re way behind time,

“This is not 38, this is Ol ’97,

“Put her into Spencer on time.”

The “Wreck of the Old 97” was the first American record to sell one million copies.

In fact, there are several train ballads written about wrecks in Appalachia. There’s “Engine 143” and the “Wreck of the Virginian,” for example. And there’s a ballad, “Fate of Chris Lively and His Wife” with a strong West Virginia connection. Blind Alfred Reed wrote the cautionary tale about a man who drove his horse-drawn carriage across a railroad junction in Pax, West Virginia in 1927.

Warnings and lessons were sometimes written into the chorus or the final verse of railroad songs. In Fate of Chris Lively and Wife, the lesson comes in the final verse.

Now good people, I hope you take warning,

As you journey along through this life,

Every time when you see “Railroad Crossing,”

Just remember Chris Lively and wife.

Turns out there are folks still writing railroad ballads today, and still including warnings and lessons.

Trevor McKenzie grew up near Rural Retreat, Virginia. He was fascinated by a panoramic photo of a train collision that hung in a local restaurant.

“You could see these two trains that had basically become fused together. They had telescoped is what you call it,” he said

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“The Wreck At Rural Retreat” from Marshall University’s digital scholar archive.

Two trains one headed east, the other, west, collided because both trains pulled off onto the same siding. A siding – or a sidetrack – is kind of like a two-way shoulder on the side of the road. It’s a place to get out of the way. The trick is to make sure train engineers know when to pull onto a siding.

On October 20, 1920, the number 14 westbound train entered the siding even though its engineer was not instructed to pull off the main track.

“This engineer was overconfident and took his side,” McKenzie said. “Thinking he had memorized his orders and it turned out that the other train was right there and they just collided.”

Both trains were going about 30 miles per hour, which doesn’t sound very fast.

But, as McKenzie pointed out, when several thousand tons of metal collide at any speed, it “creates quite a mess.” Three men died.

McKenzie’s song tells the story of the accident, almost like a documentary. And most railroad ballads had a lesson in them too – like the song about the husband and wife who were killed when they drove onto the tracks. In McKenzie’s song, the lesson is in the chorus:

Let it roll across the cross ties in your mind

Let it roll

Just take time and know 

your sidetrack from your line

But McKenzie said there’s a deeper meaning to it.

“Railroad ballads had sort of these moralistic undertones that would sneak in at the end. And I wanted to play to that, but not in the traditional way,” he said.

There are sidetracks in life and McKenzie told me that “it’s handy that we’ve taken that railroad term and made it into this sort of universal thing.”

“I’ve just enjoyed the creative process of writing this song,” he said.

Turns out that minding your time – and sometimes taking your time – is something we can learn from Appalachia’s train ballad tradition.

This story is part of the Inside Appalachia Folkways Reporting Project, which is made possible in part with support from Margaret A. Cargill Philanthropies to the West Virginia Public Broadcasting Foundation. Subscribe to Inside Appalachia to hear more stories of Appalachian folklife, arts, and culture.

Sustainably Harvesting Ramps Also Supports Clay County Community

On a bright, sunny day in mid May, my mom pulled up on a gravel road near H.E. White Elementary School in Bomont, West Virginia. A man was waiting, and he stepped up to the driver’s side.

“Are you looking for ramps?” he asked.

“We sure are,” she replied.

Tucked in along Porter Creek in Clay County, West Virginia, about seven miles from Clendenin, Bomont is home to one of my mother’s favorite ramp dinners. She was especially anxious to get to this year’s event because the COVID-19 pandemic meant many ramp dinners were cancelled.

This year’s dinner was still different. It was a drive-through affair because some pandemic restrictions were still in place. Cars lined up on the road leading up to the school, where Principal Jamela Krajescki greeted drivers and took orders. A small tent was set up in the shade, where community members sold sassafras tea by the gallon. You could also pick up freshly dug roots to make tea at home.

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Several members of the Bomont community in Clay County, West Virginia go out and dig ramps in preparation for the annual dinner. Sandy Mitchell (middle, in hat and sunglasses) has been digging ramps for decades, since she was an elementary school student. Brud Taylor (seated, in hat) who taught her how to dig ramps passed away last November. Even though there was no community dinner in 2020, the crew got together to take Brud out for one last dig. They harvested enough ramps to hold a small, private meal.

“It’s ladies day out,” said Krajescki, greeting my mom and her friends. “I love it.”

A few minutes later, my mom and her buddies convinced the folks in charge to let them set up at a picnic table. They dug into takeout containers full of ham, beans, potatoes, and ramps, carefully removing cornbread from tin foil wrappings. As they ate, I started thinking about what’s involved in putting on a dinner like this.

How many ramps did it take?

Principal Krajescki told me the dinner at Bomont takes 75 milk crates full of ramps each year. And the entire community is involved in the dinner.

“We have every single person, usually female, usually over the age of 55 or 60 in our gym all week long, sitting at the tables, cleaning those ramps, crate by crate, by crate,” she said.

That’s a lot of ramps.

And there’s been a lot of conversation in recent years as ramps have become popular among food aficionados in larger cities outside of Appalachia. Some experts worry that the plants are being overharvested due to rising demand.

That’s why places where ramps grow, like the Monongahela National Forest in West Virginia, have guidelines in place to protect against overharvesting.

Amy Lovell, an ecologist with the U.S. Forest Service, says ramps can only be harvested for personal use in the forest. And there are limits.

“Personal use is defined as two gallons per person in possession at any one time,” Lovell said.

That’s about what fits in a plastic grocery bag from Wal-Mart or Kroger. Lovell says the other rule of thumb for ramp harvesters is to leave most of the patch unharvested.

“We recommend that you only take about one-fifth or 20% of the plants within a patch,” she said. “And if there are fewer than 100 plants in a patch, we encourage folks to find another place to dig them.”

Although he lives in southeast Ohio and harvests ramps in patches there, chef Matt Rapposelli essentially follows forest service guidelines. Rapposelli is executive chef at the Inn at Cedar Falls in the Hocking Hills area. He’s also the author of the cookbook, A Taste of the Hocking Hills.

“I use about three paper grocery bags full of ramps each year for recipes,” he said.

Rapposelli gets ramps at local farmer’s markets when they are in season, and sometimes he forages for them himself.

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Once they are cleaned, ramps are stored in milk crates on the school’s gym floor.

“I just go along and I take a little pair of shears and I just snip and collect them and bring them back,” he said.

Rapposelli doesn’t “dig” ramps — he does not harvest the bulbs — which means taking out the roots too. By leaving those parts of the plant in the ground, he increases the odds that it will produce again next year.

But not everyone is as careful as he is.

“I had a conversation with somebody just a couple of months ago who was going out to harvest

them and didn’t realize that you couldn’t just lay waste to the entire patch and pull the whole things out,” Rapposelli said. “I was like, ‘oh, geez,’ You know, so I had to explain to him, you know, about sustainability and those types of things.”

Stories like this one raise questions about sustainability, but also about who profits from foods like ramps that are foraged from Appalachia and wind up on dinner plates in urban markets.

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About a week before the dinner in Bomont, I’m standing in a wooded ridge in southeast Ohio. Scattered around me are a half dozen or so small patches of ramps. I discovered them a few years ago near my apartment in Athens, Ohio where I attend graduate school.

I’ve been telling Emily Walter about the patches for weeks, and she finally made it out to my place for a ramp tasting. She’s being careful too, cautiously using her car key to cut a single leaf from a healthy plant.

“Mmmm,” she says, chewing away.

Emily is relatively new to the world of ramps. This summer, she’s teaching environmental education workshops for Rural Action, a non-profit based in southeast Ohio. One of the organization’s focus areas is sustainable forestry in Appalachia.

It takes seven years for a ramp plant to produce a flower stock.

“Little dark-purple-y black berries that I think are wind dispersed,” she said. “And then they kind of migrate down the hill.”

Seven years. That’s a long time.

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Which brings us back to the ramp dinner in Bomont and the dozens like it that happen every spring in West Virginia and other parts of Appalachia.

“We live off the ramp dinner all year long,” said Krajescki. The annual ramp dinners are an important fundraiser for the elementary school. This year’s dinner netted $8,500 and that money funds school field trips, among other things..

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Ham, corn, potatoes, and ramps are classic combinations found in many ramp dinners across Appalachia. The dinner at Bomont includes sauteed ramps as a separate dish as well as ramps mixed with potatoes.

“Students that have perfect attendance, we use this money to buy them a brand new bicycle at the end of the year,” Krajescki said. And every student in the school gets a Christmas present. “All that comes from the ramp dinner funds as well.”

The dinner at Bomont has gone on for decades. Sandy Mitchell is in her 50s, and she remembers the dinners from her time as a student at the school. And she is part of the team that harvests ramps each year for the annual dinner.

Mitchell said that she takes harvesting ramps seriously.

“We spend two to three weekends before the ramps are really up, scouting them,” she said.

One spot this year was nearly at the top of the mountain. A place where acres and acres of ramps were growing.

“As far as you could see downhill out the hill and back up the hill, nothing but ramps,” Mitchell said. “It was a sea of green.”

The Bomont crew uses shovels to dig and they pack their ramps out in 30 pound feed bags, bulbs and all. But they never decimate a patch. In fact, they pretty much follow the 20% rule. “Where we dig, once we are done, you still can’t really tell we’ve been there,” said Mitchell.

And ecologist Amy Lovell said that ramps are doing just fine in the Monongahela Forest.

“They do seem healthy,” she said. “And I don’t think that we’re at the point where we’re seeing over-harvesting on the forest.”

Lovell thinks the forest’s guidelines are working. That there is growing awareness about how to sustainably harvest ramps. Folks in Bomont say it’s simple logic.

“Common sense,” said Mitchell. “We have to leave a crop to grow and you can’t decimate an area and expect that to grow back. That’s just irresponsible.”

McDowell Food Pantry Partners With Calif. Non-Profit To Get Clean Water For Locals

The Five Loaves, Two Fishes food bank sits on a narrow strip of land between Elkhorn Creek and U.S. Route 52 in McDowell County, West Virginia. Behind a black fence with a gate sits what looks like a bunch of small solar panels. The panels make a strange noise – almost as if a spaceship is about to take off.

Turns out these aren’t solar panels – they’re hydopanels.

“Basically what they do is pull the moisture out of the air,” said Bob McKinney, who manages the Appalachian Water Project. “And send it into those panels. And it’s filtrated. I’ve had it sampled and it’s pure drinking water.”

McKinney has worn many hats in McDowell County over the years – teacher, electrical contractor, and pastor to name just a few. Now, he manages the hydropanel project for Dig Deep, a non-profit organization that works with the local communities around the country to solve water access problems. In McDowell County, a lot of water infrastructure was put in by coal companies decades ago, and it’s simply wearing out.

“Some of the lines are getting pretty old, and they’re going to have to be replaced. And the pump houses and things like that are getting pretty old and they’re going to have to be repaired,” McKinney said.

In the meantime, Dig Deep helped install the hydropanels because people kept coming to the food bank asking for the same thing: water.

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Bob and Linda McKinney say that people ask for water as much or more than they do food when they come to the Five Loaves Two Fishes Foodbank in McDowell County, W. Va.

Bob’s wife, Linda, who runs the food bank, greets clients who stop by. Jenny Jones, 88, is among those picking up water.

“I never thought I would be in a water line. And I thank God every day for these wonderful people working here,” Jones said.

But the hydopanels only produce about 200 gallons of water a month. Most people use about 100 gallons a day. So they help, but they don’t go far enough. Mavis Brewster, general manager of the McDowell County Public Service District – or PSD – said that people have to figure out their own solutions right now. For example, on Bradshaw Mountain, there is essentially no water system.

“They are having creek water hauled and they’re paying $30 for 1,000 gallons of water that they can’t do anything with except maybe flush their commodes,” Brewster said.

In Northfork Hollow, there is a water system, but it’s old and needs to be completely replaced.

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24 hydropanels sit on a grassy lot behind a fence next to the Five Loaves Two Fishes Foodbank in McDowell County, W.Va. The panels use solar power to draw moisture from the air, eventually converting it into safe drinking water.

“That includes a water plant, lines, meters and fire hydrants so you’d be able to offer good, reliable water service to all of Northfork Hollow,” Brewster said.

That’s just one project the county needs.

None of this comes as a surprise to George McGraw, Dig Deep’s founder and CEO. In 2015, “CBS Sunday Morning” aired a feature highlighting the non-profit’s work in the Navajo Nation.

After the segment aired, McGraw’s office was flooded with calls from potential donors who wanted to help. But Dig Deep also got calls from people living across the country – from Texas, Alabama, and West Virginia – who also had no running water.

Dig Deep started looking for any data on U.S. water access, but ran into a big problem.

“No one could tell us how many people there were in the U.S. without running water and where they lived and why they were experiencing it,” McGraw said. “We may be one of the only countries in the world that’s not measuring [water access] on an active basis,” he said.

Dig Deep stepped into the gap, partnering with the U.S. Water Alliance and researchers at Michigan State University to figure out where access to potable water in the U.S. was a problem.

Appalachia and the Navajo Nation were two of several places that stood out. Despite radically different geographies – West Virginia is steep, rocky, and compressed, while Navajo Country is flat, arid, and spread out – the two communities struggle with access to potable water.

Emma Robbins, who directs the Navajo Water Project for Dig Deep, said not having access to basic running water is a lack of a basic human right.

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McDowell County residents collect donated water during a water distribution at Five Loaves and Two Fishes Food Bank on Saturday, March 6, 2021, in Kimball, W. Va. Photo: Lexi Browning/DIGDEEP

“It’s really important to remember the vastness of the Navajo Nation. There are just all these different communities that are very far from water lines or they don’t live near a safe water source,” Robbins said.

Dig Deep works on a range of solutions across the reservation, Robbins said. During the pandemic, they’ve helped residents to pay water bills. They’ve also installed home water systems in another part of the reservation.

Sometimes, problems require their own unique solutions. “It’s not a cut-and-paste solution. People will say, ‘Well, I worked in a developing country somewhere else so this is going to work,’ and that’s not always the case,” said Robbins.

The organization is applying the same approach in McDowell County. The hydropanels are what McGraw calls a “welcome mat” project. Small projects like the panels help the organization get to know the community, he says.

Since installing the hydropanels last July, the organization has partnered with the PSD and local residents with a goal of extending high-pressure water lines to 150 homes in McDowell County this year.

For McKinney, it’s about improving the quality of life for people in McDowell County, something he has worked toward for decades. Clean water for everyone in McDowell County may not happen in his lifetime, he said. But you never know.

“I get a little frustrated things don’t happen when I want them to, but that’s just the way it is,” McKinney said. “We just have to be patient.”

For now, McKinney focuses on getting water to people when – and where – he can.

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