Essays

The Unquiet Grave

WEELUNK BOOK REVIEW: The Unquiet Grave

For many a West Virginian, the story of Zona Heaster Shue — better known as the Greenbrier Ghost — is a familiar one. The small details may differ, but the story usually goes something like this: in 1897, a rec...
Stradwick

The First Time I Was Called the N-Word

A few years ago, my students did a research project on emotional memory. They explained to me what emotional memory was. Ask a person: “Do you remember what you were doing on February 10, 2017?” They probabl...
Riding on Comets

WEELUNK BOOK REVIEW: Riding on Comets

In her memoir Riding on Comets, born-and-bred West Virginian Cat Pleska recalls coming of age in the 1950s and ‘60s in a story that, at its core, is about a family trying to stay together. At first look, Pleska...

We Wish You a ’70s Christmas

Editor’s note: This week, Weelunk will pause our normally scheduled programming to highlight stories that feature Black narratives. We have chosen to take this time to amplify those voices that are so often sil...
Rocket Boys

WEELUNK BOOK REVIEW: Rocket Boys

Sixty-odd years ago, no one expected kids from Coalwood, West Virginia, to be whip-smart. Coalwood produced football stars and coal miners, not rocket scientists. “Rocket Boys” is the story of how the book’s au...
Wee Read

WEELUNK BOOK REVIEW: Quiet Dell

A Small West Virginia Town Hides a Big Secret By 1931, the Great Depression had most of the nation in its grasp, including the once affluent Chicago suburb of Park Ridge. Asta Eicher was widowed several years ...
Wee Read

WHAT WEE ARE READING

Some of us have more downtime now than we did before we began to shelter in place during the pandemic. What better time than now to catch up on those books in the “to-read” pile next to your bed! Here are some ...
Christina quarantine

Not Her First Quarantine

This is not my first quarantine.  In the sweltering August heat of 1979, my family and I, along with our entire trailer park neighborhood in Moundsville, were on lockdown for two weeks. Although 14 days...
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WEELUNK BOOK REVIEW: Murder Never Dies

When the Friendly City Turned Rogue With 250 years of history, Wheeling’s story isn’t only innovation, triumphs and celebrations. Just like any other city, there has been a dark past we would rather forget. An...

ROBERTS RUMINATES: Boxed In

Author’s note: These are unprecedented and anxious times. We feel alone and isolated. It’s important to take the spread of Covid-19 seriously. It’s imperative that we do our part by staying home. It’s also impo...

PHYLosophy: Tips for Working From Home

No, I don’t work in my pajamas. But, when I started working from home on Feb. 1, 2018, everyone said to me, “Wow, you can work in your jammies now!” I could. But I don’t. Yoga pants, yes. PJs, no. S...

AS I SEE IT: Along Party Lines

There were two types of girls in the ’70s — those who had their very own telephones in their bedrooms, and those who did not. Some incredibly fortunate girls even had a private “children’s line” with a separate...

Success: What Does It Mean to You?

What does “success” mean to you? Success looks different to everyone, and what it looks like to me has changed a lot over the years. Looking back at my past in Wheeling, I had a wonderful childhood. There...

Surprise Symphony (and a Conundrum or Two)

No, it’s not Haydn’s Symphony No. 94 (popularly known as the Surprise Symphony). It’s what the Wheeling Symphony is delivering this season. Surprises. And exceptional music-making, of course. Driscoll M...

SleepOut Proves How Homelessness Can Hit Home

Iam a total wimp. When it came down to it, I lasted about an hour at last week’s Wheeling SleepOut for Youth Services System Inc. Thankfully, my participation was limited to that of spectator, but the experi...

ROBERTS RUMINATES: Buzz Off

It’s time for school pictures again. That means haircuts, which means considerable whining and negotiation. It’s a necessary chore, but the barber always makes it look easy. “I could teach you how to do it y...

Discriminating Tastes: A Ghostly Tale

Editor's note: Storyteller and local writer Rich Knoblich shares a terror-ific tale, just in time for Halloween. East of Wheeling on National Road, near the West Virginia border, is a diner housed in an old,...

ECHOES … Of Life Below Violet Hill

Long before my family moved to the brown stucco house at the top of Chicken Neck Hill overlooking Elm Run, I was a resident of Birch Lynn and spent most of the summers on the gently sloping hillside below it. ...

BILL HOGAN’S MUSINGS: Poppa’s One, Two, Three

Driving through Wheeling Park, I noticed a sign — “Bandstand” — and followed it to the top of the hill. I haven’t been up there in decades. The last time was for a party we had there when the rails around the b...

PHYLosophy: Taking Stock of a Great Man

I usually heard his friendly, booming voice before I saw him. He’d stop by the front two desks in the newsroom at The Intelligencer and Wheeling News-Register, first to visit with Linda Comins and Betsy Bethel-...

BILL HOGAN’S MUSINGS: A Binge and a Spree

I have lived in two universes; they overlap or maybe coincide. It's a paradoxical thing I don’t understand and don’t try. The first was a straight line sort of thing — a loving family, schools, university, Mili...