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1928 - Alderson High School - 1968 |
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Curt Shawver |
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Curt could keep me laughing with his tall tales, trying to make me believe they were true. I know now he told those stories to me because I was a pair of fresh ears. My favorite story he told was when we were out in the yard between our houses, fiddling with that Jeep. He look at me, with a serious expression on his face and said, "You know, I couldn't sleep last night". Not thinking too much about someone saying that, I just said "Oh?". "Yeah" he said, "So I got up and took a walk up to Keeney's Knob". I look at him, expecting a grin and said "All the way up to Keeney's Knob?" "Yeah", he said, still serious. Now, I didn't really believe him. No one would in Alderson would walk all the way up Keeney's Knob at night, by themselves. He said, "If you don't believe me, ask my brother Cletis, I met him on the way back". And there was that grin. Just as much as he was a funny person, he could be very serious when it came to his job. He had just pulled up in front of his house one afternoon and we were talking. A car came up Maple Ave, doing about 50. Curt stepped toward the speeding car, and in a very loud voice he yelled. "Slow that son of a **** down!", which the driver did immediately. Oretha Shawver must have been greatly influenced by Curt and I have to tell this story because it's about her. Bob Saunders use to live almost directly behind Curt and Oretha. He had just purchased a new Ford Fairlane 500 from Charlie Miller and it was parked in the alley between Bob and Curt. Bob was at my house and when he walked over to his, he notice his new Ford was gone. After talking for about 15 minutes to whoever was in site about seeing his car, up drives Oretha in his new Ford. Bob's mouth almost hit the ground and he said very nicely, "Oretha, what are you doing with my car". She explained she came over to get Bob to drive he up to Reds, but Bob wasn't there at the moment. She noticed the keys in the car and helped herself. - Barry Worrell Wow, it seems that Curt Shawver was a
deputy sheriff in Greenbrier country as long as I can remember. Curt was
very funny when he was off duty and when he was in his uniform he was very
policeman. He was always at the Alderson home football games in uniform
and was always walking the side lines. I can remember him taking Tree
Galloway off more than once for going over to the visitors bleachers
during a game and verbally abusing the visitors as they rooted on their
team.
Curt returned to camp after a days hunting, He couldn't
wait to tell all assembled about the squirrel he had shot at and missed
just up Devils Holler. The squirrel he swore was probably 3 feet tall with
a tail just as long . Curt said he had just finished his sandwich of a
fried egg on pumpernickel as he walked along a little stream. He spied the
squirrel sitting on a stump eating a walnut. He was so excited he shot
and, of all things missed the squirrel and it got away.. When some
doubting Thomas in the crown expressed a little doubt about the size of
the animal. Curt held out his hand and said, "I knew somebody wouldn't
believe me, Well, by dang to prove it, here's the walnut he was eating!
Curt was a deputy sheriff for many years. He was a small
man in stature, but a big presence. Curt was the only LEO who could go in
a certain area near Alderson and get his man. Other officers were never
able to find whoever they were looking for. The one time I saw Curt break
up a fight between two guys almost twice his size, he just walked up to
them and said, "OK, boys, let's go to Lewisburg", and that was all there
was to it. Curt was a fine marksman with rifle or pistol, an avid hunter
and not above showing off his expertise at any time. There is a tale about
a buzzard sitting on a tree about 200 yards distant, and that old skinny
barreled .38 he carried, but as that would have been illegal at the time,
I won't tell that story.......Curt was also a great stand-up story-teller,
in demand at local functions as well as the surrounding area. He could
keep an audience laughing for an hour at his stories, which were a mixture
of truth and imagination, and you never quite knew which part was what! He
would never go to Charleston and enter the Liars Contest, because in his
words, "why would I want to tell a lie?". He would go out of his way to
give a kid a ride if he passed you walking, and that was pretty good if
you lived 5 miles out of town. -
Ward Parker |
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