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<strong>March</strong> <strong>2007</strong> <strong>March</strong> <strong>2007</strong><br />

<strong>Blackwater</strong> Heritage<br />

In Memory and Honor...<br />

Honoring those that went before us and preserving what they left behind in this magnificent mountain landscape.<br />

Treasured Mountain Memories<br />

For someone who<br />

grew up in the Guyandotte<br />

Valley, and<br />

roamed the ridges<br />

along its river, looking<br />

down upon Canaan<br />

Valley, was a sight to<br />

behold.<br />

Gosh, was my first<br />

expression. My little<br />

sister, standing beside<br />

me, had not spoken.<br />

It took her some time<br />

to make a sound. “I<br />

didn’t know, West<br />

Virginia was this<br />

beautiful”, finally she<br />

managed to say. I<br />

agreed, as we stood<br />

there taking in, all<br />

below us.<br />

We had spent 7<br />

hours driving in my<br />

old 1947 Chevy. And<br />

other than stopping<br />

for gas, this the first<br />

stop to look around.<br />

Driving across the<br />

valley floor, you sure<br />

couldn’t tell, that the<br />

view would look<br />

anything like this. I<br />

was thinking, this looks<br />

more like what you<br />

would seen on<br />

Television, when they<br />

show some movie<br />

scenery. In the next<br />

year, I would come to<br />

know the land, like the<br />

back <strong>of</strong> my hand.<br />

Before school started,<br />

I made friends with<br />

several <strong>of</strong> the boys,<br />

that were growing up in<br />

Davis. Soon they were<br />

taking me, on the old<br />

jeep roads, that their<br />

dads had shown them,<br />

while<br />

going deer hunting. The<br />

old jeep roads winding<br />

around<br />

Canaan Valley floor<br />

were something else.<br />

Beavers seemed to<br />

think, ah a road, I will<br />

build a dam here. Most<br />

<strong>of</strong> the old jeep roads<br />

were under water<br />

because <strong>of</strong> the<br />

beavers. It didn’t do<br />

the Game Officers any<br />

good, to tear them<br />

down. The beaver was<br />

back building his dam,<br />

the next day.<br />

I spent the days<br />

before school, learning<br />

the lay <strong>of</strong> the land,<br />

and it was mighty easy<br />

to get lost with no<br />

fence on the land. My<br />

“I heard <strong>of</strong> the efforts <strong>of</strong> some, to destroy what Mother Nature had so<br />

graciously made for mankind to enjoy, the news brought tears to my heart.”<br />

Who is Shadowcloud?<br />

Shadowcloud is Randell Midkiff, who describes himself as growing<br />

up in the town <strong>of</strong> Pleasant View in Lincoln County. He says<br />

Pleasant View was a small town, home to Guyan Valley High<br />

School; a town without a sidewalk. He went to Davis in 1964 to<br />

visit his father who was a Union Boilermaker Construction worker<br />

and stayed. As he so beautifully stated, “I fell in love with pure<br />

Mountain country, its beauty, uncluttered with mankind.” He tells<br />

me that in 1966 he left Davis to join the Navy where he learned that<br />

oceans can have mountains, too. Bless you Shadowcloud, for you<br />

possess the heart <strong>of</strong> a warrior and the soul <strong>of</strong> a poet.<br />

encounter with my<br />

first Black Bear, was<br />

for me to look at him,<br />

him to look at me, and<br />

each <strong>of</strong> us took <strong>of</strong>f in<br />

different directions.<br />

Canaan Valley was like<br />

a treasure chest, over<br />

each hill, a different<br />

lay <strong>of</strong> the land.<br />

Standing up on the<br />

Mountain and<br />

looking down on the<br />

By Shadowcloud<br />

valley, it all looked flat,<br />

but that, sure wasn’t<br />

the way it was, once<br />

you started walking it.<br />

Phooey, you needed to<br />

be a mountain goat to<br />

get around down there.<br />

There were plenty <strong>of</strong><br />

little hills, “flat lander<br />

hills”, my new friends<br />

called them. Most <strong>of</strong><br />

them had never been<br />

anywhere other than<br />

Davis or Thomas. So<br />

to them, the hills that<br />

were in Canaan Valley<br />

were just “flat<br />

lander hills”. They were<br />

used to the Mountains<br />

around them.<br />

They showed me my<br />

first view <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>Blackwater</strong> Falls, and<br />

soon thereafter were<br />

taking me on trails,<br />

their dads had taken<br />

them on, trails that led<br />

you around the winding<br />

canyon <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Blackwater</strong><br />

River. It was<br />

wild untamed land,<br />

with laurel so thick you<br />

could not crawl thru it,<br />

so you had to take a<br />

longer way around, to<br />

get where you wanted<br />

to go. And the word<br />

go, meant adventure<br />

to me.<br />

Its been only a year<br />

or two since I drove<br />

up to Davis. I took my<br />

daughter and Mother<br />

to <strong>Blackwater</strong> Falls<br />

for a Sunday Drive. I<br />

wanted to show my<br />

daughter the most<br />

beautiful place I had<br />

ever been, which<br />

included four years<br />

in the Navy, traveling<br />

overseas four times.<br />

To me, Canaan Valley,<br />

and <strong>Blackwater</strong> Falls,<br />

were the prettiest<br />

places I had seen. Not<br />

too awful long ago, I<br />

heard <strong>of</strong> the efforts <strong>of</strong><br />

some, to destroy what<br />

Mother Nature had so<br />

graciously made for<br />

mankind to enjoy, the<br />

news brought tears to<br />

my heart.<br />

george breiding 1917 - <strong>2007</strong><br />

West Virginian, Naturalist, Educator................Inspiration<br />

George Breiding, 89, Naturalist and teacher, died<br />

peacefully at his home in Morgantown on Feb 02,<br />

<strong>2007</strong>. He remained alert, active and busy until his<br />

final moments.<br />

George was born in Wheeling, WV on August 11,<br />

1917. At an early age he developed a love for the<br />

outdoors. He became deeply interested in nature<br />

study, wildlife and resource conservation, and in<br />

particular, ornithology, the study <strong>of</strong> birds. This interest<br />

was to last a lifetime and he shared it with all those<br />

he met.<br />

George at Lowry Field in 1943.<br />

He graduated from<br />

Central Catholic High<br />

School in Wheeling and<br />

went on to serve as a<br />

Sergeant in the Army Air<br />

Force from 1941 to 1943<br />

at Lowry Field, Colorado.<br />

He attended the<br />

University <strong>of</strong> Denver in<br />

1941-42 and graduated<br />

from Ohio State<br />

University in 1948 with<br />

a BS in Wildlife Conservation.<br />

He went on to work for the Ohio Division <strong>of</strong><br />

Conservation and the National Park Service.<br />

From 1950 to 1963 George held the position <strong>of</strong><br />

PASSING OF A PIONEER by J. Lawrence Smith<br />

Director <strong>of</strong> Nature Education and Naturalist at Oglebay<br />

Institute Nature Department, Oglebay Park, in<br />

Wheeling. During that period he also wrote a weekly<br />

nature column in the Wheeling Intelligencer and<br />

participated in nature education oriented local radio<br />

broadcasts. He was also published in the ornithology<br />

journals The Auk and The Wilson Bulletin and popular<br />

publications such as Wonderful West Virginia<br />

Magazine and Bird Watchers Digest<br />

In 1963 he accepted a position as State Program<br />

Leader for Outdoor Recreation with the WVU Extension<br />

Service in Morgantown. He retired in 1979.<br />

In his lifelong pursuit <strong>of</strong> furthering his nature<br />

education, George travelled widely. He explored 49 <strong>of</strong><br />

the 50 states and travelled to Africa, Australia, Costa<br />

Rica, Puerto Rico, Mexico and the Galapagos Islands.<br />

George used his constantly expanding knowledge to<br />

educate others about the world <strong>of</strong> nature, wildlife and<br />

resource conservation. His lifelong teaching passion<br />

was evangelical in scope, longevity and importance<br />

and he touched the lives <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> people<br />

while spreading the gospel <strong>of</strong> loving,<br />

understanding and appreciating the world <strong>of</strong> nature.<br />

In his memory a scholarship fund is being<br />

established for Oglebay Institute’s Junior Nature<br />

Camp.<br />

George atop Dorsey Knob in 2006.<br />

Donations in honor <strong>of</strong> George Breiding’s<br />

memory should be sent to:<br />

With the recent death <strong>of</strong> George Breiding, West Virginia lost a native son who was an interpreter, defender and protector<br />

<strong>of</strong> the rich natural heritage <strong>of</strong> our state. George was a member <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Friends</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Blackwater</strong> for many years.<br />

Oglebay Institute<br />

George Breiding Scholarship Fund<br />

1330 National Road<br />

Wheeling, WV 26003<br />

I met George in 1957 when I was in high school and he presented a slide program at a meeting <strong>of</strong> the Brooks Bird Club in<br />

Charleston. Among the slides were one <strong>of</strong> prickly pear cactus and a nest <strong>of</strong> Long-eared Owls. I couldn’t wait to see cactus<br />

growing wild in West Virginia and search for owls!<br />

Submitted by Mike Breiding<br />

George’s excitement about birds and wildlife was contagious and many persons came under his tutelage when he was Naturalist<br />

and responsible for nature education at Oglebay Park at Wheeling for many years. As a youth, George was inspired by Naturalist A. B. Brooks<br />

at Oglebay and became active in the Brooks Bird Club in its early days.<br />

He was among the early observers to define the distribution <strong>of</strong> Swainson’s Warbler in the central Appalachians. In 1944, he discovered the bird on<br />

lower slopes <strong>of</strong> Big Black Mountain in Kentucky. I envied him for his observations <strong>of</strong> the hybrid <strong>of</strong>fspring <strong>of</strong> the Golden-winged and Blue-winged<br />

Warbler. On a tract <strong>of</strong> brushland he owned near Wadestown, Monongalia County, he had the good fortune <strong>of</strong> finding, on a number <strong>of</strong> occasions, both<br />

the Brewster’s and Lawrence’s Warbler.<br />

Rare are persons such as George who can not only communicate the wonders <strong>of</strong> nature, but inspire “disciples” as well. West Virginia was made<br />

richer with his life lived among the mountains and we are now poorer with his passing.<br />

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