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.