#Huntington WV

[mesonoxian-maxx]

FOR THE JOY OF LIGHT

[indigo-a-creeping]

It was raining on Sunday so I didn't go back up to the Mothman Festival, but I did swing by Huntington while I was in the area. Did not see any McElroys, but I saw a few fun things. A few familiar things (but not too familiar).

Also, Jolly Pirate Donuts? Fantastic.

[prineta]

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"After the trial I was taken back to jail to await the action of the court on the motion for a new trial. While waiting, I learned something of the mental anguish and the physical torture that is endured by self-respecting persons, many of them without friends and without money, in one of our country’s innumerable, loathsome jails.

I learned something about the heart-broken youths, the first offenders, who, by some misstep of their own, or by some cruel prank of fate, are thrust behind prison bars for the first time. I saw the shame-faced effort to maintain courage, the futile struggle to keep up a brave appearance, the repressed tears of regret and repentance, and then the long, weary wait for that one day when the hoped-for justice, tempered with mercy, would prevail; then the tragedy of the delusion. It would require a heart of stone not to forget one’s own troubles, and at least desire to help an unfortunate youngster under such circumstances. Then there were the repeaters and the old-timers. They had gotten used to the stench and the filth, the hard bunks, and the vermin, the stale air and the coarse “‘chow.” They probably deserved all this and worse. They were generous with their advice: “No matter if you are guilty or not, you’d better ‘cop a plea’ of guilty and get out of it as lightly as you can.” Their argument is, “Once you fall into the clutches of the law, all the power of the state is arrayed against you, and you are almost sure to lose.”

They failed to convince me that I would not be set free in the long run, but they also made me aware that even they had a friendly feeling for their fellow beings, and that all persons sent to jail are not brutes, devoid of human feelings, and bereft of redeeming traits, as I used to believe, but were very much the same as folks on the outside.

There was little time in jail for me to attend to my own affairs during the day time. There were many visitors. Wives, mothers and sweethearts came, with mingled tears and smiles, to cheer someone to them so near and yet so far.

There were harmless pranks, idle chatter, coarse jokes, and that loud laugh that indicates the vacant mind. Then there were the visits of big, important-looking lawyers, with their stern manners and gruff voices, consulting with their clients, giving sage advice, and demanding big fees; and sometimes the jail doctor to leave some pills for a sick prisoner.

In spite of the coarse food, consisting chiefly of white beans, dry bread and black coffee, to many “chow-time” was not an unwelcome hour in the course of a wearisome day. The rattle of tin cups and pans announced the arrival of the turnkey, or the trusty, with the scanty chow. Sometimes the menu was varied, but it was mostly hope deferred, except for the occasional plate of hash—‘‘The evidence of things hoped for and the substance of things not seen.”

The arrival of a new victim provided the greatest diversion. The enthusiastic welcome accorded all new recruits was at once humorous and pathetic. The practice interested me greatly, and I was told that the custom prevailed in practically all the jails and detention homes in the country.

The “kangaroo court” sits in judgment, and tries the new arrival on the charge of “breaking into jail without license.” The standing officers, consisting of a judge, a sheriff, and a clerk, take charge of the victim. He is given little opportunity to defend himself. His conviction is a foregone conclusion. The penalty, or fine, depends largely upon his ability to pay—judged from appearances—and ranges from fifty cents to two dollars, and up. If the fine is paid, the debt is cancelled, but woe unto the unfortunate cuss who “breaks into jail’”’ without the means, or the inclination, to pay the fine! By the time the “initiation” is over, the gauntlet is run, the lashes are applied, and the “brand” is fixed, the new initiate is convinced that the mock trial and the punishment contain many elements of reality. The “officers” run the jail on a purely socialistic basis. The fine-money is placed in a common fund, and is used, except for the rake off which the officers get, for the benefit of all. It is used in the purchase of sugar, cigarettes, and other necessities and luxuries.

- Earl Ellicott Dudding, The Trail of the Dead Years. Edited by William Winfred Smith. Huntington, West Virginia: Prisoners Relief Society, 1932. p. 14-16.

[bestkindofbeehive]

Help fund a pride festival in my hometown, if you're able! I helped out with the stickers 💙🌈

[lucifer-kane]

i miss you airbnb modular couch. i miss you SO much why are you the most expensive thing on the planet

[crystalis]

when i tried taking a pic when it wasnt super cloudy, there was a weird reflection of it on my phone

also it didnt get super dark, just kinda strange and felt a little uncanny outside

[snappbenefits]

Reasons To Provide Small Business Health Insurance in Princeton and Martinsburg, WV

Protecting one's assets is important, but the greatest gift every individual enjoys is life. It is essential to guard it fiercely, too. Yes! A person may overcome health issues by getting proper treatment, but sudden demise often leaves the dependents in jeopardy, especially when the financial situation is not too good. No worries! This is what insurance is all about. Buying individual life insurance may be extremely pricey and comes with many restrictions, many individuals find it advantageous to be covered by group life insurance in Huntington and Charleston, WV. ​ Interestingly, group insurance is provided by the employer or an organization to its employees or members. The employer may provide coverage for free or share the cost of the premiums. Employees are happy to find a means of protecting their dependents after their death.

Some of the facts to understand about group life insurance policy include the following: -

· The employees /members included within the group do not have to undergo a medical examination to be eligible for insurance coverage

· The coverage is usually limited and not as extensive as an individual policy

· The employer often provides group life insurance as an employee benefit. While the employer owns the policy, it may also be linked to the company pension scheme.

· Alternatively known as death in service benefit, the payouts go to the beneficiaries of the employee who dies when being employed.

· The group life insurance is not the same as workers' compensation insurance, though. The insured group members do not have to die on the job to obtain the benefit. Instead, the life insurance money will be paid to their family members as long as the insurance policy is in force.

· Choosing the plan is the employer's prerogative who is free to choose the coverage that amounts to a multiple of the employee's gross salary paid yearly

· The employee who leaves the company or passes away will not be eligible for the payout by the insurance company.

Group life insurance is popular with both employees and employers for various reasons. The company owner finds it to be an excellent way to ensure the following: -

· Retention & Recruitment- A majority of small and medium companies lose out on retaining the best talents in the industry as bigger competitors pick them up. The valuable employees are interested in being covered by group life insurance that looks after them and their families. Quitting the company for better prospects is rare for employees covered by group insurance

· Tax Benefits- The business owner is pleased to know that providing group life insurance to the employees can be a tax-deductible expense. However, the employer should seek advice from financial advisors before going ahead without knowing the extent of benefits.

· Improved Employer-Employee Relationship- The workforce is happy to be provided with insurance coverage without spending money. This ensures a good relationship between the two, increasing workplace productivity.

Most employers also provide small business health insurance in Princeton and Martinsburg, WV, especially when the company in question is unable to compete with more prominent players in the industry.

[goodvibescoffee]

Sipping Through Huntington: A Guide to Good Local Coffee Shops in Huntington WV

Nestled along the Ohio River, Huntington boasts a thriving coffee culture that caters to both early risers and leisurely sippers. From cozy neighborhood joints to bustling downtown hangouts, the city offers no shortage of cafés to explore. Let’s take a closer look at what makes Huntington’s coffee landscape so vibrant.

The Importance of Local Cafés

Good local coffee shops in Huntington WV, play a vital role that goes far beyond serving up caffeine. They act as community hubs, creative spaces, and welcoming retreats for residents and visitors alike. Here’s what you need to know about their significance:

Community Connection

As gathering places, cafés foster connections among neighbors, students, professionals, and everyone in between. Whether you’re catching up with old friends, making new ones, or simply working alongside others, Huntington’s cafés provide an inclusive, engaging environment. Their communal tables, relaxed vibe, and regulars from all walks of life facilitate social interaction. By choosing local over chain establishments, you also contribute directly to the local economy. Your coffee purchase supports the livelihoods of passionate baristas, artisan roasters, and small business owners.

The Art of Brewing

Behind each expertly crafted cup, you’ll discover true artistry and craftsmanship. From the roasting process to the brew methods, Huntington’s baristas take pride in their work.

Coffee Roasting 

Many local cafés roast their own beans in-house, emphasizing freshness, quality, and flavor nuance. Ask your barista about their roasting techniques - it’s a fascinating process that transforms raw coffee beans into aromatic, flavorful brews. Some specialty cafés also offer single-origin coffee near Huntington WV, which allows you to taste the distinct characteristics of beans grown in specific regions like Ethiopia, Colombia, and Guatemala.

Brew Methods

In addition to traditional espresso drinks, Huntington’s cafés utilize various brew methods to create an array of coffee experiences:

Pour-Over - Watch as baristas meticulously pour hot water over coffee grounds in a filter. The result is a clean, nuanced cup that highlights subtle flavors.

French Press - This classic, full-immersion technique yields a rich, bold, full-bodied brew.  

AeroPress - Portable and versatile, the AeroPress allows baristas to easily experiment with different roast profiles, temperatures, and brew times.

Beyond the Cup: Café Ambiance 

From the décor and music to the outdoor seating, the overall ambiance plays a key role in the café experience.

Cozy Interiors

The inside of a café often reflects the personality of Huntington itself - expect a relaxed mix of vintage furniture, brick walls, local art, and cozy nooks perfect for reading or working. Many also host live music events or showcases work by local artists.  

Outdoor Seating

Huntington’s mild climate makes al fresco coffee-sipping a delightful option. Neighborhood walk-ups feature petite patios, while spacious courtyards downtown are ideal for an afternoon latte and people-watching.

The Menu

Searching for something beyond the coffee alone? From cottage-inspired to boho chic, the quirky coffee shops of Huntington have you covered.

Beyond Espresso

Furthermore, along with expensive coffee beverages most cafés provide an assortment of special teas, hot cocoa -- especially for cold days, -- and others. Why not savor the floral notes of chamomile tea, the spicy taste of chai latte, or the classic hot cocoa with whipped cream.

Pastries and Snacks

From croissants with flaky crust to cinnamon rolls oozing gooey filling, the cafes of the area are very proud at the sight of their pastry cases stacked high with fresh-made sweets. Others cover range of dietary requirements as well with vegan, gluten-free etc. Whether you just want something sweet and savory or just want to match them with the morning brew coffee in Huntington WV, you will love local-made snacking.

Conclusion

Next time you find yourself in Huntington, skip the crowded chain and step into one of the city’s charming local cafés instead. Savor the welcoming atmosphere, appreciate the dedication behind each cup, and experience Huntington’s coffee culture first-hand. Every sip tells a story - one woven by the hands of passionate baristas and business owners. So, pull up a chair, order your drink of choice, and become part of the city’s rich coffee community.

[tammuz]

Persian ewer with human and animal figures and calligraphy inscriptions, dating back to the 17th century CE. Huntington Museum of Art, Huntington, WV.

Photo by Babylon Chronicle

[mattaytchtaylor]

So happy to tell y'all I painted the poster and ornament for the McElroy Family's Candlenights celebration of 2024! Featuring Terry the Nondenominational Gift Delivery Dragon and the guys having a cozy relaxing time above the Huntington, WV skyline

All proceeds from sales will go to the Harmony House of West Virginia!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Many a day and night had I dreamed of the time when I should once more go back to my family and pick up the broken strands of life where I had dropped them years previously. The time was shortened by my good record. It was less than five years but it seemed a lifetime.

My health had not improved. In fact, during the last year in prison, I was almost an invalid. Both my physical and my nervous energy were at a low ebb.

The warden realized my condition, and assigned me to duty in connection with the prison farm, hoping that the outdoor exercise, air and sunshine might be beneficial. We went back and forth to the prison farm each day in trucks. I was placed in charge of a small crew of other trusties who were doing light farm work, and gathering and preparing vegetables for the farm kitchen, where forty or fifty men were fed.

...

During the last thirty days at Moundsville my nervousness seemed to increase, and was intensified by the anticipation of liberty. I had very little appetite and was utterly unable to eat the rough prison food. If the warden had not sent trays to my cell from his own table, I doubt if I would have lived to enjoy the freedom which was so near at hand.

Finally the big day arrived. I have always been an early riser, but on this eventful day I was up and ready to depart long before daylight. My train was due to leave at ten o’clock, but the time I waited for that train to come seemed like days instead of hours. I had on the same suit of clothes in which I had arrived some four years previously. Transportation on the railroad from Moundsville to Huntington was provided, but I had not a dollar in my pocket.

...

The long trial of the dead years had wound its devious and torturous way to the mountain top of freedom and hope, only to descend abruptly into the valley of gloom.

Little did I dream that while I was stepping out of the purgatory of prison, I was, at the same time, stepping into the hell of intolerance that confronts every ex-convict. The prison walls were left behind, but the marks and the stigma of imprisonment I carried away with me, and shall continue to carry them until the end of my days.

The first thing I did after I was released was to rush to the telegraph office and send some telegrams. I wired not only my wife, but also to some friends and former business associates. Although I was sick and tired, I walked and walked and walked, waiting for that train to come.

Finally I was on my way back home and tried to think things through. I had no definite plans. My only thought was to go back and pick up where I had left off. I was determined to make good. Little did I realize the bitter disappointments that were in store for me.

It seemed to me that every man who looked at me knew that I was fresh out of prison. Unconsciously I would look around to see who was near, and whether I was being recognized. I seemed to have the shame-faced feeling of a sneak-thief fresh from an act of lawlessness.

After what seemed to be an endless journey I reached my destination, and alighted at the old B. & O. station where the crowd had waved me farewell what now seemed ages ago.

There was no crowd present this time. Not even the curiosity seekers were there to see me. My return was quiet and my reception was cold.

I did not have far to go to be impressed with the fact that numerous important changes had taken place in the growing city of Huntington. It seemed like a different town. The most noticeable change was the appearance of the streets. When I left there were only a few scattered automobiles in use; now the city seemed literally covered with five thousand cars of all descriptions, buzzing about in every direction.

I had moments of great joy and exaltation. I felt as, no doubt, all men feel after long confinement, in love with life, and enraptured with the world. All God’s great outdoors seemed more beautiful than ever before. The trees and flowers seemed to extend their greetings; good things to eat were everywhere. It seemed that the earth had changed to heaven—but it turned out to be only a delusion, a fool’s paradise. I had not been home very long until I made some realistic discoveries. I found out that many of my old friends and associates were not half as glad to see me as I was to see them. At first I thought it was due perhaps to some change that had taken place in myself, or in my manner, or in my appearance, which made me unattractive or repulsive to my friends; but I soon found that, regardless of any change that might have taken place in myself, it was the mental attitude of the people which arose between us like an impenetrable wall. The one thought uppermost in the minds of ex-convicts, who have long been cut off from the outside world, is the wonder what it is like now, and whether people will greet them with kindness or with curses, when they return to make a new start in life. The great majority find out that their punishment does not end with their imprisonment.

I had paid the penalty exacted by the state. I had paid my debt to society. I asked no favors. All I wanted was the chance to make good, and to establish myself as an independent, self-respecting citizen. I was broke, and was eager to get back to work. All my property had been covered with mortgages to provide funds for my defense, and to take care of my family while I was away. I wanted to take care of my family and my financial obligations. From a friend, who also was a traveling salesman, I borrowed a selling outfit and started back on the road. Before my trouble had put me out of business, I was making $5,000 a year, and I felt that I could do so again. I had been rated as a good salesman, and was determined to fight my way back. Bitter disappointment awaited me. My old customers did not seem to be very much interested in me, and not at all in my goods. Time after time I was turned down where previously I had walked away with gratifying orders. It came home to me gradually, but emphatically, that my former customers, especially in the smaller towns and country districts, did not care to have any dealings with me, or to purchase any merchandise from an ex-convict. They shunned me and my goods—some politely, some rudely—as if I had been a leper. My high resolves and my best efforts brought practically no returns. I struggled for months, but in spite of all that I could do, my attempt to re-establish myself in business was a flat failure.

I had to live, but there was no money. I had gone back to the First National Bank, where I had always carried my account, and succeeded in borrowing a few hundred dollars on my own note. This money was soon gone, and none was coming in to take its place.

I found out another thing. I learned that my family was happier without me. Four or five years in the lives of a wife and growing children makes a big difference—especially when the husband and father is in the penitentiary.

The mental reaction in one’s own family, when poisoned by the unkind remarks and suggestions of relatives and would-be friends, is anything but favorable towards the one who “brought shame and disgrace” upon them.

Moreover, I found out that I had really changed. It is generally admitted by pathologists that repulsive surroundings, extreme worry, and nervous shocks, soon begin to tell on a man. The changes may be manifested in emotional excitement, irritability of temper, impaired memory, loss of interest in life. ... Imprisonment had wrought a tremendous change in me. I shall never get over the effect of it, either mentally or physically. I came out a changed man. I know what I am talking about. I have gone through it." - Earl Ellicott Dudding, The Trail of the Dead Years. Edited by William Winfred Smith. Huntington, West Virginia: Prisoners Relief Society, 1932. p. 115-120.

Picture caption: The Author ready to leave prison, January 2, 1914, pale and worn from long confinement, eager to start on the trail after the Dead Years.

[cuntservant]

paramore huntington, wv, us august 15th, 2006

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I don't know about fixing up this home- it's only $59,900, but they took this 1900 Foursquare style home on a residential street in Huntington, WV and turned it into some kind of industrial business. 4bds, 2.5ba. I mean, it's a bargain, but maybe if you like the industrial look...

Okay, so it's a fixer-upper. Nice fireplace, the floor is new. Not much to do in the living room.

But, wait. Those pipes. Looks like they go straight thru some nice built-in cabinets and shelving. Where do they go to? The bedrooms upstairs? WTH?

On the other side is this industrial kitchen (?) There's a desk. I like the light fixture, though. Can you tear this out and convert it back?

What were they doing in here? It's so clean, it looks like they didn't even use it.

Wait. The floor isn't wood, it's linoleum. Oh, fuck. I would have to go over to the neighbor's house to get an idea of what the original layout was.

Well, you can keep the stove and fridge. Maybe the sink.

They left a baker's rack and a cute little organizer.

They made a sink out of an old piece of furniture and a porcelain bowl. The toilet looks alright.

They weren't interested in the bedrooms. It looks okay, I don't know if the floor can be salvaged, it's so dark.

The bath looks icky.

This bedroom actually looks good.

Icky bath #2.

This is kinda cute, except for the giant hole in the ceiling. Maybe they had to get up there for all their venting and pipes.

Oh, this is nice, a big covered deck.

Nice big yard.

Has an attic. I don't think that you can stand up, except in the middle of it. So, is it worth $60K?

https://oldhousesunder50k.com/c-1900-west-virginia-fixerupper-with-industrial-interior/

[solreznik]

"I assume it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway just in case: I won't be taking any unnecessary risks. Between you and me, Ginny coming along is probably gonna keep me from doing something--" (he wasn't gonna say stupid, he'd never do anything stupid) "reckless. If it was just me, I might be willing to take risks. Ain't no way I'm risking GInny."

Part of him wanted to be going alone so he could push things a little. Head into Huntington for real, scout out the trouble. He wouldn't go getting himself involved in it, but he wanted to note it. Mark it as a known variable in his mind so they could put it on the map here at Redwood. But with Ginny alongside him, he'd stay on the outskirts. Still mark it, sure, but as some amorphous something-to-watch.

He respected the hell out of Ginny--liked her, even. But taking her with was a little bit like putting on a leash. This time, at least, he didn't feel like tugging on it all that much.

"And look, when I get back? Don't let me go back out for a while. I'm making that call now, want you to hold me to it."

It was no secret Ermano had voted no at the Council meeting determining Sol's first trip outside the walls. A week's trip was long enough; any time after that Ermano found unnecessary. With all the possible outcomes of impending death, no reason could've talked Ermano into believing an extended trip was relevant.

Ermano was convinced Sol wouldn't return. Imagine his surprise when he did.

The second trip - however - was needed. Ermano now understood periodic recon missions outside the walls were essential to keep Redwood safe. And who better to do it than the man who has already proved it successful. "As long as you sleep."

Ermano stood statue-like a ways from the first, keeping an eye on the townspeople. "If we're being honest, I'm not okay with it." He kept his voice low enough for Sol to hear, just in case nosey ears were near. "I'd feel more comfortable having someone with combat training to watch your six. But, like last time, my vote was trumped." Ermano shrugged. "So what can I do besides pray to a God I don't believe in that Gin finds the answers she's looking for, all while keeping your ass safe. Just promise me you'll keep hers safe too."