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Sun Jun-07-09 09:20 AM by CorpGovActivist
Some of you know that I have written about growing up as a gay Pentecostal in the Southern coalfields of West Virginia.
The small town where I grew up is named Hotchkiss. It has no post office of its own. We took our mail from a rural mail carrier in Slab Fork, where the Slab Fork Coal Company employed many of the fathers nearby.
Bill Withers is the most famous native of Slab Fork. His music means more, I think, if you know the beautiful, haunted hollers in which he grew into a songwriter.
This old thread at DU explains a lot about me, I suppose.
I digress.
Hotchkiss has its own chapter in my autobio at 17. At 17, the hurt of being ripped from my childhood home - my native soil - was fresh.
At 37, it still hurts.
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If you read only one chapter in that autobio, the Hotchkiss chapter should be it.
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Strange place, Hotchkiss. All that beauty. All that Evil.
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To understand Hotchkiss, you must understand Jedediah Hotchkiss, the cartographer to the Confederacy.
To understand Jedediah, you must understand his relationship with the slaveholding Virginia branch of The Halsey Family. A Google of Hotchkiss and Halsey reveals much.
The letters on file at UVA reveal much. The Morton-Halsey Papers, alone, reveal much.
Losing the Civil War, some slaveholders just wouldn't - couldn't - let it go.
They held the grudge about the western counties of Virginia splitting away during the conflict about as tightly as they could hold it.
"Fine! They took away our ni**ers. We'll enslave their kids instead."
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Before charging forward, let us pause to note: in every Clan Feud, there are good apples in the rotten barrel, and rotten apples in the good barrel. If you forget that each apple is an individual, and label the whole barrel, you'll miss the whole point of the sermon.
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The boy I loved more than any other, growing up?
Andrew Michael Hartsog
I honestly don't remember a time when I don't remember Andy. His mom and my mom arranged play dates for us from the time we were in diapers.
His maternal aunt was our next door neighbor in Hotchkiss. On the distaff side, Andy is a Halsey.
Growing up, Andy yammered all the time about how he wanted to grow up and become the next Bull Halsey - an admiral who helped win World War II, for those of you not up on your 20th Century Notables.
Bull Halsey was from the more "upscale, Up North" branch of the Halseys. His best friend and he spent one year at UVA. I bet they tore the place up right.
: )
Call it a hunch. Halsey boys and their best friends are apt to do that.
I would know.
*snicker*
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Before I go on with the sermon, it probably should be noted: the pedophilia and drug rackets run out of Appalachia go back for ... well, time out of mind.
The hushed-up methed-up BoiToi Scandal that threatened Poppy Bush`s White House in Summer 1990?
I turned 18 in January 1990.
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Does the congregation have any questions so far?
- David

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