Sunday, December 31, 2006
The ground you're walking on was paved by many black men and many white men," "I was left behind so I could tell the story for those men who are not around now. As long as I live, I shall tell the story. As long as we tell the story, they shall live."
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
We've always been so grateful for the years we spent at Marshall. Our Marshall degrees have helped us in our professional lives, but the friendships and experiences we had there shaped our lives more that the academics.
We love Huntington, Marshall and the movie. Thanks, McG, for finally getting this unbelieveable story out to the nation.
- Linda Thurston Rinehart-64
Sunday, December 24, 2006
i remember well crow patterson from louisburg,nc. I was around him many times before he was off to ferrum and then to Marshall. I will never forget that young man's smile he had beautiful teeth. His brother was my best friend and went on to be a minor league baseball player and after that an arthodonist. In louisburg he was known as Crow patterson. His mother still lives there. He was loved by his family and they suffered a lot by this tragedy.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
It was one of those times committed to memory just as the day President Kennedy was shot or 9/11.
I was in my first year at Marshall and at home that Saturday evening. My mother had a police band radio as her constant companion. We heard the radio broadcast asking for "every available ambulance to go to the airport because of a plane crash." It was not long before the news came over that it was the Marshall football team.
At school I just happened to be in a Phys Ed class with Joe Hood and Robert VanHorn who were two of the largest class clowns you would ever want to know. I remember them constantly joking with each other and everyone else in the class. Whenever you would see them either in uniform or in a team picture they looked intimidating and menacing but I knew them as fun loving classmates who always made me laugh.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I Was There....
It was a dreary, foggy, drizzly cold, typical November evening in the Ohio Vally. I was a sophomore at Marshall. My high school sweetheart and love of my life had entered the football program in the fall of 1968. In the spring of 1970 he contracted a severe case of "mono" and had to quit playing. My brother also attended Marshall on a football scholarship, graduating in 1969, so I was very familiar with the challenges the team was facing. I lived in the Twin Towers dorm and was in my room that evening when the news came over the TV. At first there was optimism about potential survivors, but the optimism quickly turned to the cold reality that no one could have possibly survived this horrific event. It was not only unbelievable, but unimaginable. How could these young, beautiful men and coaches and these loyal and supportive boosters from this close knit community just vanish? I immediately went to the pay phone and called my boyfrind at his weekend job in a local upscale restaurant. In shock at the news, he immediately left to come and be with me to do whatever we could to console each other and help however we could. I remember that we carried the mattresses from our beds in the dorm to the athletic center, anticipating the establishment of a shelter for families. In the days to come, we cried, we hugged our friends, we sat and listened to music, we attended memorial services, trying to find some refuge and make sense of what had just happened. Even though the names of all the passengers were known, the identities trickled in. The process of identifying everyone prolonged the pain; we knew we would not see them again, but how could all evidence of their physical existence have vanished? Wasn't it just yesterday that I saw this guy in the cafeteria line or that one practicing right outside my dorm window on the practice field? I loved this school and I loved this team....full of hope and optimism in the face of competitive challenges. In January of 1971 I left Huntington and went home. My boyfriend wanted to play football again, but his offer to play must have been too premature and he eventually left as well. Marshall was, and always will be a very important part of my life. The people that gave their lives that cold, foggy, drizzly evening and the city of Huntington deserve the honor of this film, which, is long overdue. WE ARE MARSHALL!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Marshall's assistant coach Frank Loria was a kid from my hometown and had quite a reputation as an athelete and a great talent there even before his recognition as an All American during his college days. Frank or Frankie was a good guy and a role model from even his early days. This was true from the ones he faced in competition as well as his team-mates.
- Rev. Bill Lucht
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Even though I am an Ohio State Buckeye fan I still have a soft spot in my heart for the Thundering Herd.
I have been to Buckeye football games before wearing a Marshall T-shirt, one I wear with much pride.
For the most tragic story in sports history the whole nation shall see why the town of Huntington, and Marshall University can boldly say with pride "We Are Marshall".
I am extremely excited about the opportunity to see this movie.
Darren Swingle, Chillicothe (Wellston), Ohio
I remember well the night the plane crashed. It may seem odd to people who have never lived on a small university campus but we were a family. I could not tell you the names of our players as I was busy working in the library but I saw them on campus. Before the game, I walked behind some players who were talking about going to the game in style because they were flying there and not taking a bus. I laught at their childish enthusiasm and they turned and smile. That was Marshall. Warm, friendly and than we grieved together. I may not talk about it often as it can still bring tears to my eyes, but they live on in my memories.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
-Mary Lee Scalf, Falling Waters, WV
Sunday, December 10, 2006
I had just returned home from work that night, and upon entering the house realized my Husband and 3 small children were glued to the TV watching the incoming news reports of the plane crash. I told my family I would see them later, as I needed to return to work. Being a Long Distance Telephone Operator for C&P Telephone Company. I knew our local Switchboard would be jammed with calls. Like myself, 150 Long Distance Operators returned to work, as we tried to keep the lines of communication open, for our University, our Community, Our Friends, our City......It became a Long and Difficult Night.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
They decided to take us on a drive to see what it was and we learned that the Marshall football team was aboard the flight that had crashed.
I was 13 at the time and remember the horrible feeling that I had that night and I have never forgotten it.
I went to the Huntington Vinson High School prom a few years later and have pictures of myself and my date taken in front of the memorial.
Monday, November 27, 2006
I was not even born when the plane crashed, but I attended Ferrum College while Hank Norton was still the head coach there. I saw, even twenty years later, the scar that this crash left on the Ferrum Community. I can not even imagine the scars in the Marshall Community. I hope this upcoming movie does justice to all of the people and communities involed. God bless.
I was a a 20 year old junior at East Carolina. Me and a friend went to the game that night. It was pretty much what you did in Greenville on a Saturday night. We were winning the game, so me and my buddy decided to get an early jump to our car. We leaped down the stairs of the grandstands to try an beat the crowd out of the stadium. I walked smack into the Marshall team leaving the field. I was 5'9 about 145 pounds and I remember those guys seemed huge to me. It's like they had surrounded us, jogging, knocking into us making contact with me and my friend on their way to the clubhouse. We were later stunned to hear the sad news and also to know that we had touched many of them only a few shorts hours before. I never forgot that. I am looking forward to the film and hope that McG got it right.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Not a day goes by, now 36 years later, that I don't think about them and my heart grieves.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
In memory of Mark Andrews, Jack Repasy and Bob Harris.
Mark was my brother, and he was best friends with Jack and Bob. They played football together at Moeller High School in Cincinnati, and then went to Marshall together. They seemed to have it all. I was a freshman at Ohio State when they died, and on the radio James Taylor's song "Fire and Rain" played often. It always made me think of Mark, who died in fire and rain. A few weeks after the crash, we studied this poem in my English class (a strange coincidence). It was by A. E. Housman:
TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG
THE time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
- Becky Andrews Reed
I will never forget that night. I was a member of the Wayne County Civil Defence Search and Rescue Unit. I was the second first responder on the scene that night. I would like to take this time to say to the victims' families May God Bless You. I also would like to thank all the men and women who was a part of the recovery of the victims. I know first hand what you have gone through all these years afterwards. I will always love Marshall Football. Win or lose always remember that "We Are Marshall."
- Damon Slone
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
-Cheryl Wolford Cannizzaro
I was not quite a year old when this tragedy occurred, but I had a personal connection to the incident as I worked with John Repasy, father of Jack, for about 7 years of my life. John, or J.R. as we called him, never talked much about the tragedy, but one particular day as I was mourning the loss of my best friend's sister, he sat down and talked to me and opened up about Jack. I remember my heart just aching for him as I saw so much raw pain still bubbling right under the surface. J.R. was a great man whom I loved dearly as a friend. I still miss him and think of him often. I can only imagine that Jack was an outstanding, special young man cut from the same cloth as his father. I visited with J.R. the night before he died in hospice and though he wasn't cognizant of visitors and his surroundings at that point and it was very difficult to see this once vibrant man in that situation, I was comforted to know that Jack would be right there at heaven's gates waiting for his dad and that J.R. would finally have peace on so many levels. God bless all those mourning and still wounded by this awful event. My prayers are with you all.
When this horrible event took place, I was five years old and have no recollection of the tragedy. Many years later, I saw the documentary on PBS,"From Ashes to Glory" and was moved by the way the community and university more or less banded together to emerge victorious and strong, quite like the fabled Phoenix. From that moment on, I became a Marshall fan.
If some other O.U. supporters or alumnae read this posting, they might not be happy about what I'm about to say, but it's how I feel.
Football is just a game to Ohio University. There's not the same connection with the community that M.U. has with Huntington.
It's been said countless times, but Marshall football is a tribute to those lost in the crash, the spirit of the university and community and the way both groups bonded together during the process of rebuilding and healing. May God comfort and bless those who lost friends or family members on that rainy November night.
-Ms Kelley Jarvis
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
When we pulled into my godmother's driveway and got out of the car, the entire sky was orange and we rushed back around the hill and saw the most horrifying scene of my life! We were the second witnesses on the scene. I will never forget that fateful night as long as I live. God bless the families who lost loved ones that tragic evening! My heart goes out to them.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I will never forget that night. I lived in Kenova and I had just came in from a date and was rolling my hair getting ready for church the next morning and I heard a crash and it shook our entire house. I was upstairs and my parents were downstairs and I ran downstairs asking what was that? Then came the news about what happened. I went to school with a lot of kids that were a volunteer at the fire department. It is very sad. I hope the movie that will be coming out stays true to the story and no Hollywood stuff.
-Kathy Caldwell Swaney
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Our family doctor and his wife were on the plane. Dr. and Mrs. Joe Chambers. I was in high school and remember what a cold and rainy night it was. I was watching TV when a news bulletin came on announcing the crash. Then our next door neighbor came over to tell us that Dr. Joe was on the plane. It is one of life's moments that you remember exactly what you were doing when you heard the news.
-Jill Taylor Songer-Virginia
Sunday, November 05, 2006
The first real crush I had as a middle school child was a boy named David O'Connor. We went to the same church in upstate New York and were good friends. He taught me to play "Stairway to Heaven" on the guitar. His sister, Ruth-Ann, was sweet and his Mom was always nice. A classic beauty with a quiet grace. I asked David where his father was one day and he told me that he had died in a plane crash with his school football team. I was only six when this crash occurred in Huntington and I lived in Rome, New York. As the movie is coming out, I browsed through the memorials. David and Ruth-Ann look so much like their father, it all clicked in my mind the instant I saw his photo ... Dr. Brian O' Connor. I do not remember the crash but the memory of my childhood friend David O' Connor and what a young man of integrity and politeness he was tells me much about his father I had never met. My thoughts and prayers are with David, Ruth-Ann, and Miss Katherine as my husband and I reflect on this movie and emotion it will stir.
--Holly Stone/McLeod RN
Saturday, November 04, 2006
I was in my 5th mo. of pragency with my 3rd. child I clinched my stomate so fercely from the news, I felt her kick for the first time but there was no joy in my heart, only pain I felt in my heart for the families left behind that would have to endure the pain of losing a child as I had done not so long ago.
-Mikey Mary Sherman Ironton Ohio
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Now, years later, with two boys at the same young age as what most of those boys were on the plane that day my prayers still go out to the family and friends of those young men whose lives were taken at the prime of their life.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
I was 7 years old when this event occurred. I clearly remember my mother answering the phone, the hysteria that ensued, and then Mom trying to explain to me why my Aunt Pat (Patricia Vaught) was never coming back. That was 36 years ago, and I'll never forget it.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
I was ten and my dad went to Marshall and was a big sports fan. We lived in Kenova and were not far from the crash. I remember the flames on TV and Dad saying "I hope the boys are all right". Well the rest is history. I went on to graduate from MU as well as two sisters,a brother and my son. I love Marshall as more than a school and still get a chill talking about it. I now live in Baltimore, but MU is always in my heart.
John David N.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Artie was a good friend and teammate and I was always treated like part of his family by his mom , dad and sisters. Mister Harris asked me to got the game with him that weekend, but I didn't go because of a previous committment.
I have some great memories and stories about Art and our "escapades" in high School. Art was a fun loving guy and his dad was his biggest fan. Art was destined for the NFL and could have also played pro baseball.
I'm glad you had your brief encounter with Artie because those of us who knew him have been blessed to have him touch our lives.
One day I'll get back to Marshall and take in the memorials. But all I need are the memories of a great friend and teammate.
Passaic, NJ/Chandler, AZ
Friday, August 25, 2006
I made a goal of getting up to Huntington to pay my respects at the Memorials and finally accomplished it about 8 years ago at which time I placed my old ECU purple game helmet that was broken that night so long ago, near the memorial outside of the new stadium. I only wish I could have known Art in a more personal way.
- Mike McGuirk
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I have never attended one of the fountain memorial services but think of it often and have visited the fountain several times to remember. I taught 30 years and had several grandchildren of those who were taken that night. All that I have known through the years have made their parents proud. Just recalling those times brings a sadness to my heart and awakens feelings that appeared lost. Yet, another set of feelings move in that lets me know that we all can be proud that WE ARE...MARSHALL! It's good that this space is available for any who wish to share their feelings of then and now.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
My wife and I were both Marshall Graduates. I served on student government SBVP, and Hodges Hall Dorm Director, and wife was on the Parthenon Staff. At the time of the crash, my wife taught at Cammack Elem, while I was teaching at Huntington High. She was teaching a number of kids whose parents were lost and some of the players were in the dorm when I served as Director of Hodges Hall. I had been close to the coaches and players and a friend of mine and I recommended that the new Director of Admissions get the "tickets" to the Big Game and fly with the dignitaries. Oh, what fate life brings to us all. We still love and support Marshall through number of ways and only hope we have "paid back" from sad difficult memories. God Bless all involved in this terrible tragedy, former and present engaged to the memory of a great University.
Fred and Donna Reeder
Friday, August 18, 2006
It was gray and raining that night we got the news and it seemed that in the weeks that followed the town itself cried and cried. The "feel" of the town was just sadness. I will never forget it.
I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news that god awful night. All I wanted to do was go home and be with my parents.
I remember falling into my father's lap crying uncontrollably asking him "why". The man had no explanation. When I saw the memorial fountain on campus for the first time with my college-age children, I tried to explain to them but I couldn't speak as the emotions all came back.
I hope the movie will be a success and the nation will see how Huntington became one family on a dark, dreary rainy night in WV.-Anonymous
Mr. Harris, Art's dad. would talk with me for hours about local sports and was Art's biggest fan. He was also lost on that November day.
When I heard the news of the crash my whole life changed. Art will always be part of my cherished memories. I was treated as part of his family by his mom , dad and sisters and will never forget that.
I mourned for his young son who never got to know his dad. I only hope that his son knows, today how special Art was to so many people.
So much time has passed since the crash in 1970, but it still seems like yesterday. I was a freshman at Marshall. It was very difficult to lose so many people at once.
I came very close to having my father Ed Starling on that plane, if my grandfather not died the week before he would have been on that flight.
I'm glad that the story is told. It would have been nice if every one involved could have had their story told. My daughter and mom are thankful though that we were told about the Memorial Ceremony and were able to be a part of it. I'm sure my father would have wanted us to be there.
Gina Starling Gunn
Brentwood, TN 37027
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
In many ways, the media is a great part of the story. Mike Brown, Lowell Cade, Ernie, Harry, Bud and others all were there, working, trying to tell the story with heavy or buoyant hearts. I can hear and see each, the years no fog to there friendly demeanor and respectful questions and comments.
Again, thank you...especially for the praise for and remembrances of Nate Ruffin. "We Are Marshall" will be the greatest tribute to his desire that the story of The Herd and Young Herd be told over and over again, as inspiration, as a testament, and as a path to mutual respect and love.
Sports Information Director
In memory of Art Harris (#22) and his father, Arthur Harris Sr.
From a fellow alum of his high school, Passaic HS, Passaic, NJ.
Artie was a multi-talented, two-sport athlete who shined like a star. He was a personable young man who showed so much promise. His dad sat in the stands with us, gave us rides home when it rained, and supported his boy in all that he did.
When I heard the news that awful November day, that Artie and his father were gone, I was stunned. I mourned for his mom, his sister, his fiancee and his young son. That boy is 37 years old now. A whole lifetime has gone by without knowing what a fine young man his father was, and never knowing his grandfather.
This was a tragedy in so many ways. I wept for the loss of everyone on that plane that day, and the town of Passaic, our home town, that lost one of its heroes.
Monday, July 24, 2006
I was 13 years old when the Marshall tragedy happened. My cousin, assistant coach Frank Loria was on that plane. He and his wife were expecting their third child.
This child is now a very fine young man, who only knows his dad through other people's knowledge of him. I personally feel that this upcoming movie will give his son and his other two children a sense of pride that their father died that horrible night but is not forgotten.
My mom is now 91 years old and remembers that day as if it was yesterday because Frank Loria was her older brother's son. Frank was always a great son, nephew, cousin, husband and most of all a great human being. Even though I have moved from WV, 28 years ago, I am so proud that this movie is being made. This state doesn't always get the best of recognition so I am anxiously awaiting for the viewing of this most couragious story of "We are Marshall".
Port Jefferson, NY
"The Pain We Fill When Someone Leaves Our Lives, is in direct proportion thet bring while a part of our lives."
They often say when a beloved sports figure passes away that "heaven need a champion."
Well, on 11-14-1970, heaven got 75 champions. Mike Blake was the 1969 heavyweight state champion (18-0) wrestling champion -- the first ever state wrestling champion from Huntington East. His picture hangs the wall at the new Huntington High School.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
I HAD TUCKED OUR TWO LITLE ONES INTO BED AND TURNED ON THE TV. I KEPT ON HEARING, "THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS... THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS." FRIENDS STARTED COMING TO MY HOME..THEY WON'T LET ME GO TO THE AIRPORT. SOMEONE LIT A FIRE IN THE FIREPLACE. THEN I WAS ALONE. IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING, I AWOKE AND WAS OVERWHEMED WITH THE LOSS. AND I WEPT IN THE QUIETNESS OF OUR BEDROOM.
Monday, July 17, 2006
My brother Stuart Cottrell, a sophomore in 1970, was one of the youngest who died in the plane crash. Today, July 17th, is his birthday--he would have been 55. Instead, because of that horrible accident so many years ago, he will always be 19.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
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Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
-Beverly Marple DiMenna
Sunday, June 11, 2006
“The 1970 Marshall Plane Crash: The Real Story” offers historical stories, video and more. You can read about the rise of Marshall football and learn about the institution of Marshall University. You can also read stories about the Young Thundering Herd.
The story of Nov. 14, 1970, is one that will never be forgotten, especially in Huntington, W.Va.
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