Proud to be a West Virginian
Montani Semper Liberi ... Mountaineers Are Always Free



These words adorn the state flag and state seal of the Great State of West
 Virginia.

 Yes, that state that continually comes in last in every statistic kept by
 the federal government.  We're last (or next to last) in just about every
 failing of humankind ... obesity, tobacco use, high school graduation
rate,and teen pregnancy. You name it; we're number one or number fifty,
 depending upon your perspective.

 West Virginia is one of the poorest states in America.  Our median income
wouldn't buy a cheeseburger, fries, and a coke in New York City.

 Our elected politicians are, by and large, good ole boys.  We're the butts
 of many a joke around the country.  The largest employer in the state IS
 the state.  The largest single city in West Virginia barely has 50,000 people.
We're mostly known for coal mining, yet the lion's share of dollars from
 mining leaves the state, and ends up in the hands of the land barons
living elsewhere.

 No United States Presidents were born in West Virginia.  I don't even
 believe any Vice Presidents were born here; but we are the home of Senator
 Robert C. Byrd.

West Virginia doesn't have a professional sports team.  We're not big
 enough. We don't have any major TV markets that would be attractive to any
 owners.  We don't have any national monuments ... no Grand Canyon, or
Mount Rushmore, or even a Disney World; no NASCAR tracks (yet), no Great Lakes,
no international airports, no Opryland, no sky needles, no eight lane
highways, no beaches, no Ivy League colleges.  We don't have any skyscrapers, or
worldfamous vacation spots, or motion picture studios, or amber waves of grain;
 no subways, no Emmy Awards, no Mardi Gras, and no Rose Bowl Parade.

 With all of the things West Virginia doesn't have, why would anyone bother
living here, you ask?

 Well ...West Virginia has some things that a person doesn't realize they
 wanted until they were here.

West Virginia has mountains.  The Appalachian Mountains extend from New
York to Georgia, but in no state are they more majestic, or part of the renown,
 than in West Virginia.  The highest point in West Virginia is Spruce Knob,
 one mile above sea level.  Yes, there are higher points in America, but
none more beautiful.

Because of our mountains, we have rivers.  The oldest river in the Western
Hemisphere, the New River (quite appropriately named, don't you think)
endsin West Virginia.  We have the Gauley river, which confluences with the
New River in a magnificent cascade to form the Kanawha River, which in turn
 flows through the center of the state, and directly through the capital
 city of Charleston, the largest city in West Virginia.  These rivers in
addition to the Cheat, Blackwater, Tygart, Monongahela, and countless others offer
 tremendous recreational opportunities.

The tallest building in Charleston is barely 25 floors tall, which, if you
think about it, is a plus; how could you possibly build a skyscraper more
beautiful than a mountain?  The capital city stretches throughout the long
 river valley, encompassing both hill and dale.  The Charleston airport,
the Charleston, including the entire population of the Kanawha Valley (around
 200,000), reflects that of the entire state ... the lowest in America.  No
more than a handful of murders are committed each year.  Charleston has no
 subway systems, but, truth be known, you can get from one end of town to
other, even in rush hour traffic, in less than ten minutes.  There are
 threemajor interstate systems going through Charleston, the smallest city in
 America to make such a claim.  The entire state has six different
interstate systems, meaning, from Charleston, you can reach Cleveland, Columbus,
Cincinnati, Pittsburgh, Louisville or Charlotte in four hours or less.

 Ah, but, once you leave the interstates, the drive becomes a thing of
 wonder.  Two lane roads, winding up and down the mountains, offer amazing
 views and historic places ... small towns, poor in wealth but rich in
 history.   West Virginia is the birthplace of Mother's Day, in Grafton;
Father's Day, in Fairmont.  We have the oldest covered bridge still in
use. We have walnut festivals and strawberry festivals and apple festivals and
 pumpkin festivals and buckwheat festivals, and arts and crafts fairs and
 stern wheel regattas and ramp dinners.  We have Bridge Day, on the New
 River Gorge bridge over 800 feet above the New River; the only standing
structure in the United States that, one day a year, allows parachuting and bungee
 jumping.


We have college basketball, and minor league baseball and hockey, and,
 like all of America, Friday night high school football.  We have white
water rafting, and skiing, and hiking, and caves, and waterfalls, and camping in
 every direction.  We have Sundays where a leisurely drive in the car can
 take eight hours, and only cover 100 miles.  We have bed and breakfasts,
and resorts, and golf courses, and museums, and the Greenbrier Hotel. West
 Virginia has more natural beauty and wonder than any person could ever
imagine.

We have all of this, and yet ... our greatest asset is our people.

 West Virginians are good people.  We care about each other.  We talk to
our neighbors over the backyard fence.   We grow tomatoes for the entire
 neighborhood.  We turn around in each other's driveways, and yell "howdy"
 when we do.  We sit on the porch on warm summer evenings, listening to
crickets, and watching kids catch fireflies.  We loan a hammer, or a cup
of sugar.

 We don't take two-hour lunches, but we do spend a few minutes each day
with a cup of coffee, and our feet up on our desk, shooting the breeze.  We
 rarely get in a hurry.  We have relatives just down the street.  We don't
 just loan someone a socket wrench, we help them fix their car.  We share
 recipes, and gardening tips, and our last cup of coffee.  We baby sit each
 other's kids, we house sit for each other's dogs while we're on vacation,
 and we loan each other our cars if we have to get to the drug store.  We
ask each other if we need anything as we're going to the market.  We celebrate
 each other's accomplishments, and we cry over each other's
disappointments.

 We are a friendly folk.  We are West Virginians.  Mountaineers are always
free.  Free to take the time to enjoy life, and hold each moment in our
 hearts, forever.

 

West Virginia IS Almost Heaven!!!!!



    On a pleasant, short-sleeved afternoon in Morgantown, W.Va., under a
brilliant, almost cloudless sky, a shaggy-haired, bespectacled John Denver
ambled toward the 50-yard line to, in effect, christen the new 50,000-seat
Mountaineer Field, home of West Virginia football team.

    It was September 6, 1980, and the university wanted to do something
special to introduce both its new stadium and  a young first-year WVU coach
named Don Nehlen. So Denver was invited to sing one of his signature songs -
"Country Roads" - during pregame festivities.

    Denver, who died in 1997, accepted the invitation apparently under the
impression that he would perform a  quick novelty gig, hop off his
helicopter, take an escorted ride into the stadium, sing "Country Roads" and
then bail out.   But that's not exactly what happened.

    Denver entered the stadium and found his microphone at the center of the
field, amidst the 325-member Mountaineer  Band, which around him had formed
an outline of the state of West Virginia. Then as he crooned the opening
lyrics - "Almost heaven, West Virginia" -   Denver was joined by about
50,000 backup singers.

    Those who were there say the crowd's collective voice swelled to a
climax at the conclusion: "Country roads,take me home, to a place where I
belong. West  Virginia, Mountain Momma. Take me home, country roads" .
Those attending also say that when Denver finished his song, he gazed in all
directions - perhaps dumbfounded at the reaction.  Some among the crowd
wept. Most just cheered for a long time.

    "I'm pretty sure he had no idea what that song means to this state,"
said Dan Miller, an executive with the West Virginia Coal Association and an
unofficial Mountaineer football historian. "I was stationed in Germany in
1971 the first time I heard 'Country Roads,' and I'm not ashamed to say that
while I was listening I started crying," Miller said.   "It means a lot when
you come from a place that most people don't appreciate or understand. And
here's someone singing about its beauty."

    West Virginians, you see, feel they're underdogs - almost always
fighting an uphill battle.

    Economists tell West Virginians it's tough for their state to prosper,
because the mountains are so steep and rugged that land development is a
challenge.  Educators used to say it was tough for many West Virginia
children to get ahead, because transportation to schools was difficult and
winters are harsh.

    In the sports realm, there annually aren't many young top-tier athletes
in the state, in part because most schools are small and competition is not
as daunting as in denser population areas. There are, of course,
exceptions - many of them.

    Native West Virginia athletes include Jerry West (basketball), John Kruk
(baseball) and Mary Lou Retton  (gymnastics). Author Pearl Buck was a West
Virginian; so was Tuskegee Institute  founder Booker T. Washington. Nobel
Prize winning mathematician John Nash was from West  Virginia. So is country
singer Brad Paisley. Actor Don Knotts is from the Mountain State, as is
actress Jennifer Garner, who still speaks fondly of the "hillers" and
"creekers" from her alma mater, George  Washington High School in
Charleston.  Most have spoken of both loving life, and overcoming tough
times, in West Virginia.

    So when Denver sang about Blue Ridge Mountains and the Shenandoah River,
it doesn't matter to most West Virginians that the Blue Ridge is primarily a
Virginia-North Carolina strand and the Shenandoah runs only a  few miles
through their state's Eastern Panhandle. To people who have lived their
lives fighting uphill battles, hearing someone tell them their home is
"almost heaven" was more than music to their ears.

    West Virginians love their state.