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Pittie Blankenship Sloan

Pittie and Dock Sloan Marriage Photo


Pittie was born on November 25,1894 in Mingo Co, West Virginia.Her parents were Solomon Blankenship and Eliza Vance..

Taken At Dock Sloan Funeral
Eliza Vance was the daughter if Richard Vance born January 22,1863 in Russell Co. Virginia.He married Mary ( Polly ) Staton April 04,1839

Interesting note on Richard Vance :

Richard Vance's mother was Elizabeth Vance,she was the cause of the hanging death of her father Abner Vance,I will explain this story and of our connection to the Hatfields and the McCoys on another page

I have always considered myself lucky to have had Piety as my grandmother,and even tho the reasons are to numerous to mention,let it be known that she gave love and in returned was loved.
I grew up on stories about her Hatfield and McCOY relatives. She instilled in me a love of family and history that has followed me thru life,and as brought me much joy. My relatives can attest to that ,as I joyfully shared my happiness at each new fact I discovered,they must have felt at times that I was quite mad ,and maybe so,
but during my madness,thru the many nights of working on our family genealogy ,I felt her presence beside me ,and I didn't want to let go


NOW I WILL SHARE WITH YOU ONE OF MY FAVORITE STORIES,I APOLOGIZE TO MY AUNTS AND UNCLE'S IF IT IS NOT
COMPLETELY TOLD AS IT REALLY HAPPENED,BUT THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER IT AS BEING TOLD TO ME BY MY GRANDMOTHER PIETY.
When Dock was younger he like most men liked a drink now in then of that good old country brew,as it was referred to. Dock and a friend had decided to make some moonshine ,they placed the brew in a brand new wooden barrel,one of the big ones .Piety was displeased with the whole idea and what made it worst was the fact that it was placed in her kitchen.Every day she had to walk around that barrel as she prepared the family meals .


Piety being a religious person had started praying every night that not one drop of that devils brew would be tasted by Dock or his friend .
As the time neared for the brew to have finished working,Piety started praying harder ,she prayed as she made the beds ,she prayed as she did the rest of the housework,she even prayed when she went to the outhouse.

The prayers grew longer at the supper table,so long in fact that Dock didn't thank he would ever be able to eat,on a couple of occasions Dock would ask,"Piety,want are you praying about ,".Pittie's answer was ,you'll see.

Finally the night had arrived,the next day Dock and his friend were planning to empty the barrel and put the brew into bottles.that night at supper as everyone was sitting around the table quietly waiting for Piety to finish praying,they heard a big pop,then another pop,with each popping noise Pittie voice grew louder with praise to the lord .
Dock would look from her strange behavior to the kitchen where the noise was coming from.and finally jumped up from the table and ran to the kitchen when he seen liquid pouring on the floor in starting to pour into the dinning area.The iron rings on the new barrel had given away and broke causing all the brew to spill on the floor until not a drop was left in the now split and broken barrel.

Piety broke into song,praising the lord as Dock ran around trying to stop the flow of liquid,until he Finally ask ",Wants with you woman". Piety replied to him,Dock you knew I didn't want that brew in my house ,so from the time it's been sitting in my kitchen I have prayed long and hard that Nearly a drop would you taste .

Later after the mess had been cleaned up Dock said to Pittie."Pittie I promise you ,never again will I bring anything like that into our home , not only that ,but I'll even quite drinking it,heck,if your Prayers are that powerful,I WOULD BE AFRAID TO .AND HE KEPT THAT PROMISE UNTIL THE DAY HE DIED.

Story told to me by my grandmother Pittie Sloan



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