West Virginia, the Mountain State. In every hollar, you see the hardwoods, along the roads; you see the evidence of coal. Trains echo through the mountains, loaded with coal. Mining is strong here. It is in the hills, it is in the hearts.
Small towns have popped up here and there. They have come and gone. “Have you gone down to Bluefield,” people ask. “About to go down there myself.” Bluefield serves as the spoke of the hub for much of this area. The heart of the mining, as it has for so many years.
The trains roll, loaded with coal. It is a tough job, for the miners and the railroad men, but at least the food stays on the table, and another generation grows up here in West Virginia. Their story passes on to another generation. Here in the mountains, the story continues, as it has for generations.
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