Pocahontas Indian

Pocahontas High School Indians

Presented by The Pocahontas High School Grand Reunion Committee

Pocahontas Memories

Suzanne Martin McLarnon – Class of 1972 What I remember about Pocahontas is that it was like growing up in a big extended family. As a kid, it was safe to stay out all day exploring – and visiting neighbors – as long as you were home for suppertime. We lived in Butts Hollow. Here are some of the wonderful things I remember. Bertha Butt was like another grandmother. Her father was the coffin maker. The shell of Butt’s Coffins is still standing. When Bertha was born, on April Fools Day, she only weighed one pound, so they didn’t expect her to live. She used to show me the little coffin which her father built for her and she let me play with the iron oven and other toys that had been hers as a child. Mrs. Sharitz was Frieda Butts mother-in-law who also lived in Butts Hollow. Mrs. Sharitz had never cut her hair. I used to help her brush it and it spilled down to the floor. Mrs. Sharitz came from a family of farmers, but she married a music teacher. Her father did not approve of her “fancy” husband and one day he came home to find her crying about it. She told her husband that she was crying because they didn’t have a proper compote dish for a big dinner which was planned to bring them all together. So her husband went out and spent all of the money they had for groceries in order to buy one. Then she really cried because he had spent all the grocery money!) I also remember how my mother, Naomi Martin, loved everyone she knew. And everyone shared recipes. Mrs. Drosick and Mrs. Sabo made the best cabbage rolls and Hungarian bread. I would give anything to re-live just one day back in the 50s.


Robert Whitworth – Class of 1954
Greatest place in the world to have grown up in. Had lots of good times with all my friends. We never had a lack of something to do. We made and found these things. Remember the caves, elephant’s foot, swimming in the mud hole up Butt’s Hollow or at the sink hole in the Bluestone River. It’s a shame that most of all this is now gone. See all of you this summer. Come by and see Carol and I. We live in the Valley at Carol’s Family from April until Oct or Nov.
Wally “Ducky” Sayko – Class of 1951
Growing up in the Valley and living in Poca for 4 years was truly an adventure. Seems there was always something to do: Playing football on Sunday in the office building grass lawn, exploring the Water, Pumpkin and Streetcar caves or sledding in the winter. Even sitting on the bridge and watching the girls go by and some did several times I think on purpose it was all fun. Palace Theater, Drug Store and the Cricket that my aunt Liz owned were great places to hang out. Thank you Pocahontas for the memories and all the people who made them so special.
Jack Barker – Class of 1954
My good memory is seeing the Town now as it was in the days of growing up there.