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CENTENNIAL - August 3, 2006
Doris Weaver was not just “Queen for a
Day,” but queen for a week!
Centennial Queen was a week-long
experience where she was hostess to politicians and
other well-known persons, featured in several parades,
participated in the pageant, and made appearances with
her court. There were also teas, street dances and
queen’s ball.
She remembers one tea in particular,
held in the Victorian home of Nanny Smith on Main St.,
Grantsville. The home has been moved to the back of the
NAPA parking lot and is still in use as a private
residence.
Weaver was a farm girl from Pine Creek.
Her father was Frank Weaver, a teacher and former
superintendent of schools, who died when Doris was eight
months old. He met her mother, Mabel Rothwell, also a
teacher, during his supervisory visits to the schools.
After his death, she married George McEndree, who died
in 1943. After his death, the family left the farm and
moved to Mt. Zion where Mabel was postmistress. She died
at the age of 74.
Doris and her brothers attended the
two-room Pine Creek and one-room Mt. Zion elementary
schools and graduated from Calhoun County High School.
Three of her brothers, Ernest, Lauren and Delbert
Weaver, are deceased. One brother, Don, is a former CCHS
coach and now lives in Virginia Beach.
Her first job was with the Calhoun
Chronicle. Olin and Mary Ann Barrows were owners at that
time. Doris said, “I’m sure much has changed over the
years and your experiences now are hardly like those of
that time period, but the deadlines must still be
stressful. I love the paper and look forward to it each
week.”
She also worked for Traders Trust Bank
in Spencer and Calhoun County Bank. She married Ronald
Griffith of Boone County in 1961 and left West Virginia
in 1978. After a brief period in Ohio, they relocated to
South Carolina where they now live.
Their son Mark, his wife Pam and their
daughter Hannah live in Charlotte where he is a
Presbyterian minister. Hannah is the pride and joy of
their lives.
Our queen, Doris, still loves the quiet
and solitude of the hills of West Virginia. They return
for visits with many relatives when possible.
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