By Jeanette Riffle


Swarms of dragonflies hit our area this week and we heard of them all around us. Our dog was barking and looking up in the air one night and when hubby went to investigate, it was bats after those flies. My friend, Susie Cook, that lives up Tague in Braxton Co., called me and said that she was outside one day, putting things away for the fall and winter, and saw a big cloud of something coming up her hollow and she thought, “What in the world is that?” She called for her son to come outside and see it. They determined that it was a swarm of dragonflies. She said she had never heard of them swarming like that, before. They went right on up the hollow. I think they eat mosquitoes out of the air and they aren't harmful, but I did read that they will bite. I wondered where they came from and why are there so many. I did a search on them and came up with some interesting things. They not only eat mosquitoes, but several fly species, also. They swarm because of the high abundance of insects found in certain areas. They will disturb the small insects in your grass and cause them to fly around more than they usually would do. The prey draws the dragon flies in and swarms form.

The National Weather Service of Cleveland, OH, posted an image of the radar from OH, PA and IN showing the insect invasion. Fox 8 viewers reported seeing thousands of them in five different counties. In Cleveland, massive amounts of dragonflies were spotted over Ohio on Tuesday of this past week. Some people view them with a spiritual meaning and some have a hobby of dragonfly watching just like bird watching. They come in different sizes and different colors. We have had katydids coming in on our front porch and I saw a butterfly one day this week. For some reason , the butterflies will come to the front porch before they take off on their journey south.

The death angel came for two of our friends this past week. Cousin Richard Vanhorn, of Fairmont, passed and his funeral is September 18 at Fairmont where he and wife, Sandy Brady Vanhorn, have lived for several years, now. He was a retired Church of Christ minister. Also, Carrell Leon Burns, of this area, took his journey home. He was a well known bluegrass singer and played guitar. He did music with many bands. He jammed with us here and did bookings back when I had a bluegrass gospel band. He sure will be missed. Until next time, watch for those dragonflies. Take care and God bless!

It's been wonderful to see Glenville State College students back on campus. I love seeing the students walking around and seeing them from the front porch of Glenville Newspapers as they walk up and down Court Street.

Glenville State College and its students are very important to Glenville and Gilmer County. Period. I think the majority of the business owners understand just how important those students really are.

I felt like this summer droned on and on because there weren't any students on campus. I certainly hope the new administration does not make that error again. Only having classes on-line during the summer hurts the town and county. It also hurts the students.

I've taken what was (low those many years ago) correspondence courses. The internet didn't exist. I needed to take my French courses at a time that I wasn't taking 21 other hours of college work, so I opted to take the correspondence courses through the University of Kentucky. At the time, very few universities offered those types of classes.

I was sent course work and completed my tasks. I learned very little to nothing. Maybe I am old (we all know I am) and maybe on-line classes are more interactive than the old correspondence courses. And, maybe you actually do learn the subject matter you are studying.

But, there is nothing like learning in a classroom with your peers and a teacher who actually cares about the subject he or she is teaching. You learn through discussion, lectures and note taking. I feel that classroom learning is important to everyone involved.

When I was in college, I would return to Glenville in the summers to work as a lifeguard and take summer courses at Glenville State College. That is how I took several classes that weren't in my majors. Those classes that I wasn't really interested in were easier to take in the summer. I got them out of the way quickly and didn't have to worry about classes that were not part of either of my majors when I was at Marshall University.

I am advocating for at least one semester of in school summer school classes next year. I hope the powers that be will agree with me. Students need to be in the classroom in Glenville and Glenville needs students to be in town.

Glenville State College is the heartbeat of Gilmer County. Make no mistake about that. We need the college and the college needs the community support. Students add life, too!


Webster's Dictionary defines a dream as a “series of thoughts or visions during sleep.” Biologists say dreams are our brain's way of organizing, storing and remembering what we have seen the day before. Psychologists say dreams sometimes help us work out our issues and emotional problems. Most people, however, think dreams are unimportant and do their best to ignore or forget them.

Lately, my own dreams have had a lot of visitors. While my brain has been remembering what happened the day before and my heart has been working out my issues and problems, I keep seeing my dad, mom, nana and friend Kai. The funny thing is all of them are deceased. None of them have been a part of my daily life for years now. While I remember them all with love, I have no issues or problems to work out with any of them. Why do they visit my dreams night after night?

When I see my dad, mom, nana and Kai they all seem younger and healthier than they were when they died. They have no pain in their faces and their smiles share only love and joy. They seem to be there only to comfort me, to reassure me, and to give me strength to face life and live it with love. Each time I wake after one of these dreams I feel at peace again and thank God for their visit.

Maybe there is more to dreams than just what the dictionary and scientists say. Maybe our dreams have a way of letting us see out of this world and into the next. Maybe our loved ones come to us in our dreams to let us know that they still love us, they still are watching over us, and they are waiting to see us again when our days on this earth are done. Maybe time, like death, is just an illusion and only love is real. I wish you all sweet dreams.

The town of Burnsville invites you to stop by the Burnsville United Methodist Church on Oct. 5 from 8:30 am to 5 pm for a bake and rummage sale! We're hoping for a big crowd this year, so come on down!

Happy Birthday to all those who were born in September and October!

The Kreamy Korner ice cream shoppe in Burnsville has closed for the year. They'll be back next year for a new season!

Mark your calendars now for the Burnsville Christmas Parade! December 14, 2019! All fire departments, churches and high school bands are welcome! If have any questions or need more information call 304-853-2605!

Little by Little


Our next to the youngest granddaughter, Rachel Bosley, that lives in MD will be 12 years old this week. Happy Birthday wishes go out to her!

Our sympathy goes out to the Burns family on the loss of their loved one, Carrell. He will be missed by his family and many friends. We have enjoyed Carrell's singing for many years. I have some of his tapes that I cherish.

I enjoyed a nice chat on the telephone with Sonya Richardson. She is still in a PA hospital and would enjoy hearing from her friends back home.

We had our CEOS meeting Friday with several in attendance. We had a good meeting with several things in the planning.

We need a good soaking rain to help the late gardens. The ground is so dry it is cracking open.

The Tiny Acorn

Little by little,” an Acorn said, as it slowly sank in its mossy bed; “I am slowly growing every day, hidden deep in the earth away.”

Little by little it sipped the dew; downward it sent out a threadlike root; up in the air sprung a tiny shoot. Day after day, and year after year, little by little the leaves appear; and the slender branches spread far and wide, till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.

Remembering 9/11


As I entered the Grantsville Senior Center today, the CCCOA Choir was singing patriotic songs in honor of the fallen victims, and their loved ones, of the terrible tragedy in New York, the Pentagon, and SW Penn.

There were tear-filled eyes this morning as that fateful day was remembered.

Prayers are offered from hearts everywhere for the safety of our nation and for our leaders. We ask that such a terrible, murderous thing would not befall this country again.

Those towers went down, but our prayers go up to ONE who can change the hearts of would-be terrorists and assassins of any country.

I want to mention that a Beltone representative comes to Minnie Hamilton Health Systems on the second Friday of each month for those who need it.

By Toni Wine


The Lord is near to the broken hearted. Save those who are crushed in the spirit. Psalm 34:18

I'm excited for football season to be here! I hope the GSC Pioneers have a great season!

I hope, also, that my home team, Braxton County, has a terrific season this year!

I want to say Happy Birthday to all those who have birthdays in September and October! And special Birthday Wishes go out to cousins David Pardue, whose birthday is Aug. 29; Bobby Pardue, Aug. 29; and to little John Posey, who was also born on Aug. 29.

I also want to congratulate Kaylee Butler on her wedding! They had a private ceremony on Aug. 31.

It's never too early for Christmas! If you're interested in entering in the Burnsville Parade, contact our Mayor's office at 304-853-2605.

I am not yet ready to retire from Precision Services in Gassaway. I've worked there for almost 37 years, now. It's been great.

By Jeanette Riffle


Actually, there was 78 present at our church, Labor Day weekend. 77 people and a cow. It looked like she might have come across the creek and up the bank to the church. She didn't want to leave the road. My husband and a couple other guys persuaded her to get back in the field where she belonged. I remember a time, after we first moved back home to the farm, that I was at an evening service up there. and some cows got out of their field. We were coming out of the church and going down steps and I heard a woman in front of me saying, “Shoo, shoo.” I was looking in the dark trying to see what was out there and then I heard, “Be careful and don't step in cow piles.” I could smell the cows. Country perfume! I would a lot rather smell that then the smog coming in from Detroit.

When we lived in Lincoln Park, about 12 miles from Detroit, we were in an upstairs apartment and there were times that I had to shut windows because of the foul odors coming in from factories in Detroit. We had a laundry room with a wringer washer and clothes lines in there. I would wash clothes and hang them on the lines for aroma therapy.

One time when I was growing up, I had to get a cow back in her field. She had jumped the fence of her pasture field and crossed the road to a corn patch, just up the road from our house. Dad was so mad at that cow that he told me to go put her back in the field. I walked up the road, down over the bank and grabbed up a club. She was in between the rows of tall corn. I ran down the row yelling and waving the club, and to my surprise that cow went right back the way she had come, jumped the fence and went right back up the pasture field. I must have had an angel watching over me. Dad couldn't believe it. She was afraid of me and went back so easy.

Dad raised us to be tough. He would send me and the two older boys after the cow every evening so he could milk her. We would find her about half way between us and Papaw Warner's house. There she was up a hill, on a flat, lying in the shade under trees. Dad had taught my oldest brother how to shoot a 22 rifle , when he was 6 years old, and he always took the lead with the gun. I was right behind him and my middle brother behind me. Dad told Brock to shoot if he saw a fox. He said, ”Don't wait to see if it is foaming at the mouth or acting strange.” We had that rabbi fox scare back then and at times, you could hear them barking up the hill behind our house. That was too close for comfort. One came to the back porch one evening about dusk. It was eating out of the dog food pan. My youngest brother saw it and told me. When I checked, it was gone.

Until next time, enjoy the cooler fall weather. Take care and God bless!

When You Drop A Word


By JoAnn Woodyard


Our Church of Christ had our monthly covered dish fellowship dinner on Sunday. There was good fellowship and a great meal.

Our sympathy goes out to all the families that have lost their loved ones this past week. They will be missed by family and friends.

Sorry to hear that Sonya Richardson is back in the hospital. She would really enjoy hearing from her friends.

Wayne and I did pretty well again at the Farm Show this year. We had won first, second, and third place on things that we took for the judging. There were some pretty neat things on display!

The farmers have had some nice weather to put up hay lately.

Cedar Creek State Park will have their next meeting to form a Foundation on Sept. 21. I hope there will be a nice turn out. Come out for the meeting!

By Myra Chico, 

County Editor


Newspapers are becoming a thing of the past. Sadly, local newspapers are quickly going away. Daily papers are turning into weeklies, and small weekly papers are folding.

Your local newspaper depends on local advertisers in order to continue to do business. Selling subscriptions is wonderful. The more you sell, the more readers you know you have, but advertising is what keeps the lights on and the presses running.

In small towns, there aren't a lot of businesses who need to advertise. It's a little known fact that selling subscriptions basically covers the cost of getting that newspaper into the subscribers' hands.

Although we more than appreciate the advertisers we have and we certainly hope that those advertisers get a lot of business from their ads, newspapers, in general, are competing against radio, television, social media, magazines and many more outlets for advertisers. All of our advertisers want shoppers to do their purchasing locally. It's important, not only to the business who is doing the advertising, but to the consumer, as well.

Our readers, who are on Facebook, have surely seen the meme that says “Shop locally. Amazon isn't going to sponsor your child's (insert sport) team.” That small saying sums up a lot of life in general.

Newspapers need advertisers to continue printing. Local businesses are the advertisers and they need customers to keep their doors open. When you shop locally, you are helping, not only your local businesses, but many other businesses and area teams and clubs.

As Dave Corcoran Sr. wrote in his column a few weeks ago, more than 2,000 newspapers have closed their doors in the past 20 years.

One of my friends from Pikeville, KY, wrote an interesting post on Facebook about the local newspaper situation. Sara George, former Editor of the Appalachian Express, is a strong advocate for newspapers.

Her words are: Without strong, news-oriented community newspapers, important local events and situations go unnoticed. Local government has no watchdog. Local talent has one less outlet for recognition. People have one less way to learn details of broadcast media's “headline” stories. Legal notices that inform people of public meetings, blasting schedules, pending government ordinances, even cemetery relocations, are diverted to regional or statewide newspapers which, by default, become the “paper of largest circulation” in the county.

Yes, community newspapers have limitations, easily criticized by the very people they serve (there's nothing in the paper; they don't cover xxxxx, I don't like their politics, blah, blah, blah.) However, their very existence means that the public's right to know is protected at the local level, that government officials are held accountable to the people they serve and, yes, that every high school senior whose mother has spent years on those memory books can document her cheerleading and softball career with published proof.

Absentee ownership and management, fewer reporters, reduced publication frequency- every level that a local newspaper is removed from the communities, it serves diminishes those same communities in ways that cannot be replaced, not by radio, television; and certainly not by social media platforms.

That was Sara's post about local newspapers and she truly knows what she is talking about. Her post was triggered by media mogel Gannett's possible merger with GateHouse Media. Those giant corporations are well known for their lean newsroom staffs and emphasis on high profit margins.

In recent weeks, HD Media, the new owners of a lot of southern WV newspapers, has turned the daily newspapers into weeklies. The Charleston Gazette-Mail does not print on Monday. Newspapers across America, not just in WV are having a tough time.

As I have said before in this column, newspapers are the only way you can get all the details of a story. Radio and television can not give you all the details of a story in the 30-60 seconds they allot for narrative.

Newspapers. We can cover it all and give you every detail of each event. We paint pictures with words and give you pictures to boot!

Support your local businesses and your local newspaper. That support is actually an all-inclusive cycle that is more important than most people truly realize.

It was a cloudy gray morning. I was sitting at my kitchen table eating my oatmeal and sipping my coffee. From the living room, I could hear the television news droning on about the latest millionaire to be arrested for financial fraud. I glanced in and saw pictures of his lavish mansion and luxury cars. It made me look around for a moment at my own little home, battered and beaten by rough housing boys, energetic dogs, and my own poor attempts at home repair. I thought, too, about my tiny ten year old car sitting in the driveway and lack of any real savings.

I found myself frowning at these thoughts until I heard, “I love you, daddy!” I turned around and saw my 31-year-old son looking at me. Autism had left both him, and his brother, mentally handicapped, yet his spirit was far wiser and more loving than my own. He leaned his balding head down and I kissed it and told him I loved him, too. I heard his brother laughing down the hall and thought what a blessing they had both been to me. I felt a brush against my leg and saw my aged, partially blind dog gazing up at me. I smiled, leaned down, and scratched her ears. When I stood up again I glanced out the window and saw my beloved daughter in front of her home walking her dogs, as well. I could feel my spirits rising, and they soared even higher when the sun suddenly broke through the clouds and a single butterfly floated by the window. I laughed, and realized that I was truly the richest person in the world.

Perhaps it is time for our society to redefine what real wealth is. It isn't fancy cars, money, or mansions. It is the love within us. It is the love that we share, and the love that get from Heaven above. God loves us all and God asks us to share that love with the world. What life could be richer than that? The next time you wonder who the richest person in the world is then, just look in the mirror. Because if you are living in love, you are.

By Joseph Mazzella


I was 10 years old and I was going on an adventure. It was summer break and my family had traveled south, to TN, to visit my Uncle Richard and Aunt Charlotte. But, while my older brothers had been allowed to go all over the place, I had been stuck in the house for most of the visit. Now, however, my mom had decided to let me go alone to a corner grocery store at the end of the block. She had given me money to pick up a loaf of bread and extra change to get myself a popcicle. I felt so grown up as I made the journey, bought the food, and headed back.

When I was about half way back to the house, though, I found my path blocked. A large black dog was looking at me and growling. I had never had a dog look angry at me before and my heart started to pound faster and faster in my chest. I didn't know what to do. Should I run? Should I scream? Suddenly, I felt a calmness come over me. It felt like it was coming from outside of me and within me at the same time. I knew what to do, too. I stood up as tall and straight as I could, looked over the dog, and said firmly, but kindly, “Go home, boy!” The dog stared back at me for a moment, then turned and trotted off.

I walked on, feeling very brave and very scared at the same time. I saw my mom and Aunt Charlotte sitting together on her front porch. I skipped up the steps and sat down in between them. My mom gave me a sip of her soda while I shared what had happened with her. I relaxed in her arms feeling adventurous, but also safe, secure, and loved.

Looking back on that moment reminds me that life itself is an adventure and only the bravest of us fully live it. It is full of fear and love. It is full of lessons and learning. It is full of pain and joy. Yet, through it all we are watched over and loved. God is everywhere and in everything, including us. Embrace all the adventures life gives you, then, be they big or small. Face them without fear. Use them to become the person you were meant to be. Let your entire life here be an adventure of love. And always let God's love live through you.


Joseph Mazzella is a free-lance writer from Nicholas County and a GSC Alumnus.

Welcome back to Glenville and Glenville State College!!! And, to all you new freshmen, welcome!! I hope a new world of opportunities opens up to you and you have a wonderful college experience while you are attending Glenville State College.

People say that your high school years are the best of your life. I have found that is not true for me. My college years stand out as the best! The most fun, exciting time!

Your years at Glenville State College can be the best years of your life. GSC can not only offer you an education that will last a lifetime, but friendships and memories that will too.

I've stolen some common sense items that I am going to share with you to help make GSC the best experience of your life and help you to succeed in your future.

1. Go to class. Period. Regardless of whether the professor says you have to be there or not. Just go. You will learn so much more by being in the actual classroom listening than you will reading the book. It's a good habit and a good mindset for every class you take.

2. During the first day of class, get two people's phone numbers from each and every class. No, not the hot guy or beautiful girl. Get those phone numbers because, at some point during the semester, you will have a question. If you have the telephone number of classmates, you can compare your memory of what was said during the class. If anything social works out, well that would be great, wouldn't it?

3. Take notes by hand. You can't make up an excuse that I haven't already tried. You won't remember everything to type it later unless you are Sheldon Cooper, and most of us aren't. Write the notes by hand, during class with your phone in your pocket on silent. That's how our brains encode information most effectively.

4. If you really want to get good grades to keep those scholarships or just to be as successful as possible, after class or the next day, rewrite your notes. You can outline the information, highlight important points, note what page of the textbook the material is covered on and make a list of questions.

Rewrite your notes! Rewriting helps dedicate that information into your memory.

5. Being a student is your job! If you don't do any of the suggestions in 1-4, simply do number 5, you will probably make it through college with flying colors...literally.

College is your job. Your full-time job is to be a student. So you need to be a student 40 hours a week.

Look at it this way, if you have a 15 hour class schedule, you have 25 hours each week to study or do any assigned work.

I know that sounds like a lot, but if you spend from 8 a.m. until 5 p.m. everyday, Monday through Friday, in class or studying then you have every evening and weekend free to have fun!

If you start your college career doing these things, they will become habit and you will be able to better gauge how much time you actually need to spend studying in the future.

6. Go see each of your professors during their office hours. Introduce yourself and get to know them just a little bit. You will have a much better experience in class if you go talk to the professor and introduce yourself. If your professor knows you are making an effort to connect with them and that you are interested in their class, they will look at you during lectures and the look on your face will tell them whether you understand the concept they are teaching or not. They will notice. If the professor can tell you aren't understanding, they will explain it again, in a different way, so that you can grasp the concept.

7. This is the last one, I promise! Do the reading before class. I understand that you have never done this before and that you can usually get away with not doing it at all, but try it. Professors like it when you can participate in class. And seriously, if you want to be successful in life, you have to do things that you've never done before.

To summarize: You are a student and that is your job. Spend 40 hours a week on your classes and you will have a lot of time for fun! Do the reading, go to class, talk to your professors. Take responsibility for your life and your education. After all, the education you are obtaining only benefits you!

Make the most of college! It really is the best time of your life!

An unusually hot and wet spring this year was followed by an extremely hot and wet summer. Sunny skies were constantly giving way to heavy showers, only to be replaced with more sun and heat. This combination has made for a few changes from our regular summer here, in the mountains of my home. The limbs on the trees are growing twice as fast as usual and their leaves are huge. The Queen Anne's Lace, Daisies, and Black Eye Susan's are growing waist high in the meadows and on the sides of the roads. The bush in my front yard is shooting up as fast as a sunflower. The grass in my yards is thicker and taller than ever. Butterflies and bumble bees are everywhere, as are the yellow jackets and hornets. Mama deer and their babies can be seen coming out of the woods to feast on the abundance of crab apples on the ground. Squirrels with acorns are scurrying up the trees and baby birds are flying out of their nests. Everywhere I look there is an explosion of growth and life. It is incredible to see.

We humans are a little different than the rest of nature, however. Yes, our bodies do grow best in optimal conditions. We grow healthy and strong when we have good food, clean water, fresh air, and plenty of exercise. On the inside, though, it is often during the hardest of times that we grow the most. During the times of death, loss, and suffering is when our souls grow stronger and closer to God. During the bleakest wintertime is when our hearts grow more loving. During the worst times of our lives is when we help each other the most.

Why is it that we grow kinder, stronger, and wiser during the toughest times, as well as the good ones? Why is it that the worst in this world often brings out the best in us? No one knows for sure, but I am happy with the mystery. Live well, then. Love much. Grow strong. Be the person God meant for you to be during the winter nights, as well as the summer days.


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