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KERBY REMEMBERS CRESTON FERRY |
| (07/11/2008) |
| Katheryn Kerby of Grantsville responded to an article published July 3rd about Calhoun ferries. See Katheryn's comments below. I guess I'm telling my age when I say I remember the Creston Ferry very well. One thing that sticks in my mind is, my brother, Adrian Stevens and I were hauling junk from out the ridge behind the Snyder Chapel church. He had his load going in front of me. As I came around a turn, a man was coming in the opposite direction on his farm tractor. He had stopped at the post office as he was looking at some mail, looked up and saw me with that awful load I had and he threw his mail in the air. We went on down to the ferry and had to be pushed over with a pole as we had such loads, going one truck at a time. Everything was going rather well, until my right front tire blew out. My brother had my spare on his truck as I had the biggest load of junk. I just pulled over, knowing he would be back after me. Bill Stalnaker came along, offered to help, but I told him I had no spare tire with me, so he came on up the road. My brother went on in to Parkersburg, unloaded his truck and came back after me. It was hard changing the tire with the big load, but finally he got it done and on to Parkersburg we went, leaving his truck sit there until we came back. Quite a day, but he and I had lots of them together. |
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