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The Mysterious Disappearance of Rex Roberts Nearly 80 Years Later

March 16, 2026March 16, 2026 Admin

Nearly 80 Years After Rex Roberts Vanished, Sugar Grove Still Searches for Answers Sugar Grove, Virginia has seen its share of history, but few events have cast a longer or more haunting shadow than the disappearance of Willis “Rex” Roberts. As 2026 arrives, the mystery nears its 80th anniversary. Rex—just 17 when he vanished near Christmas of 1947—would be approaching 100 years old today. Yet not a single confirmed trace of him has ever surfaced. Rex was the son of Maurice and Bessie Roberts, a well‑known family whose roots stretched back generations in Rye Valley. Maurice was a respected farmer; Bessie, a schoolteacher at Sugar Grove, was remembered as kind, intelligent, and deeply devoted to her students. Those who knew her said the loss of her son changed her forever. Even years later, she often seemed lost in thought, carrying a grief that never healed. Rex was last seen walking home from school with a local boy—who was called simply as “Sam.” Sam continued on toward his own home, and Rex went inside the Roberts house. By the next morning, some of Rex’s clothes were missing, and Rex himself was nowhere to be found. The original written information indicates that “Sam” may not have been this individuals real name in order to protect those involved. No note. No confirmed sightings. No explanation. The Roberts home and outbuildings, later purchased by the Brunswick Corporation in the late 1960s, have long since been demolished. The land sits quiet now, offering no clues to a mystery that once consumed the entire community. In the months and years that followed, speculation spread through Sugar Grove and beyond. Some believed Rex had run away—perhaps to Texas, where a local man known as “Mr. Bob” owned a large farm, or to Maryland, where others claimed he had connections. One resident insisted he saw Rex board the “mountain bus,” though the driver denied ever selling him a ticket. Not all theories pointed to a voluntary departure. Many locals whispered that Rex and his father did not get along, and some believed an argument about a calf may have preceded his disappearance. It was even said that Rex told his father he would never see him again if he done anything with that calf. One of the most persistent rumors suggested that Rex may have fallen—or been pushed—into a sinkhole on the family farm, a chilling possibility in an area known for unpredictable terrain. It has been said that you cannot throw a brick into that sinkhole and hear it hit the bottom. Others suspected foul play more broadly, convinced that Rex met an untimely end and that someone in the community knew more than they ever revealed. The FBI and Smyth County Sheriff’ W. Pat Jennings investigated, but no evidence emerged. The Roberts family received periodic updates from federal agents, each one reporting the same thing: nothing new to report. This disappearance happened just as Jennings was elected to serve as Sheriff but J.V. Richardson was the current outgoing sheriff meaning that this was investigated in a transitional phase. Adding another layer to the mystery, Bessie’s own father had disappeared years earlier and was never found. Her mother is listed as the plaintiff on a divorce decree where she listed California as her ex husband’s place of residence in 1920. As decades passed, those who knew Rex personally grew older and eventually passed away, taking with them memories, suspicions, and perhaps answers. Yet among the remaining older residents, the story of Rex Roberts is not forgotten. It lingers in conversations, in local lore, and in the quiet sense that something unresolved still hangs over Sugar Grove. Nearly 80 years later, the disappearance of Rex Roberts remains one of Southwest Virginia’s most enduring unsolved mysteries. Even after all this time, we continue to search for the truth. If you have any information—family stories, old letters, secondhand accounts, or details passed down through generations—we encourage you to contact this page. No detail is too small. No memory is too insignificant. After nearly eight decades, even the faintest clue could help illuminate what happened to Rex Roberts and bring closure to a mystery that has weighed on this community for far too long. Watch the video here.

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Molasses Tradition in Sugar Grove: A Generational Craft

March 5, 2026 Admin No Comments

For generations in Sugar Grove, the Combs family has carried forward a tradition that is as much about community and memory as it is about food. Making molasses was never a quick task or a solitary one — it was a season, a rhythm, and a ritual. Each step, from planting cane to sealing jars of molasses, reflects knowledge passed carefully and meticulously from one generation to the next. This is the story of how the Combs family makes molasses in the heart of Rye Valley, using tools, seeds, and methods that have endured for generations. Every batch of molasses begins long before the fire is lit under the pan. It begins in the cane patch — a field planted with seed saved from the previous year’s crop. This seed‑saving tradition is one of the most remarkable aspects of the process. Sherman Combs, Jr. played a central role in this cycle. After the cane matured, he would walk the rows, selecting the best cane heads and carefully topping them in the harvesting process to collect seed. These seeds weren’t just agricultural material; they were heirlooms. Each year’s planting carried the genetics — and the memories — of many seasons and generations before it. This practice of “topping” the cane, gathering the heads, and saving seed ensured a consistent reliable crop, a lineage of cane adapted to Sugar Grove’s soil and climate and a direct connection between generations of farmers. Gayle Combs, the family patriarch, is shown in this photo going through the heads of the cane gathering the seeds to store for the next planting. Seeds can be stored for several years if kept dry and cool. They are usually stored in an old glass jug to prevent any moisture or other foreign matter from coming in contact with them assuring their quality. The jug has been around also for many generations. Before any cane juice could be boiled, the custom molasses pan had to be prepared — a process that required both craftsmanship and patience. The pan is hand made and custom designed for the cane furnace using its specific measurements. The pan, typically a long, shallow metal trough, was fitted around a wooden frame. To ensure a tight seal, the pan was filled with water. As the wood absorbed moisture, it expanded, tightening around the joints and preventing leaks. Any small gaps or imperfections revealed during this stage were addressed before the pan ever touched the furnace and before any cane juice is put into it. This step is essential. A leaking pan could ruin hours of labor and waste precious cane juice. This preparation is treated as seriously as the cooking itself. The cane furnace — used not only for molasses but also for apple butter — is one of the most enduring pieces of family history. Built from stone and brick, it was designed to hold heat evenly and support the heavy molasses pan. The cane furnace is a rectangular structure built on top of the ground to form a box to contain the fire. it has a smokestack and slats across the top for added support of the pan when it is placed. The cane furnace sits under a pole shelter for added protection from weather and other elements. If it rains or is too windy, tarps can be added between poles for added protection from the weather. Before each use, the furnace has to be “mudded.” This means sealing the edges of the pan with a clay‑like mixture to prevent leaks, keep smoke and ash out of the molasses and ensure the pan heats evenly from end to end. This furnace isn’t just equipment; it is a landmark. Generations have gathered around it, stirring, skimming, talking, and working before first light until sunset. Once the cane furnace is properly made ready for the next molasses making event, the pan is placed carefully on fresh mud so that it forms a seal. Once the cane is harvested, the stalks are fed through a cane mill — a heavy, gear‑driven press that squeezes out the juice. The mill was often powered by hand, mule, or tractor, depending on the era. In modern times, a tractor is used to power the cane mill. As the stalks are crushed, the juice flows into a cloth strainer. This first filtration removed dirt, bits of cane plant matter, leaves and any other debris from the field. A fine, clean cloth sack is used for straining for this step, ensuring the juice entering the pan from the cane mill was as pure and clean as possible. With the furnace hot and the pan sealed, the strained cane juice is poured in. This began the longest and most labor‑intensive part of the process: boiling the juice down into molasses. During this process, about half of the juice is lost to evaporation and skimming that renders a base product which becomes molasses. This stage could last many hours, often from early morning until sunset. Throughout the day, family and neighbors take turns feeding the fire, watching the boil, skimming and discarding skimmings into a nearby 5 gallon bucket. Skimmer tools are handmade from an old broom handles and metal that is hand crafted into a square scoop shape. the scoop has rows of holes so that liquid can flow through but the thicker foamy substance that rises to the surface does not pass through these holes and is discarded. These skimmers are used constantly throughout most of the process of making molasses. This process is performed along both sides of the pan for efficiency and turns are usually taken in the process by everyone. The color slowly deepens from pale green to a beautiful golden amber. The aroma — sweet, earthy, unmistakable — drifts across the yard permeating your clothes, your hair and any other material things you have while infusing everything with the scent of wood smoke mingled with molasses. It’s a unique scent only attained from this process. This…

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The Bank of Sugar Grove: A Brief Chapter in Local Enterprise

February 24, 2026February 24, 2026 Admin No Comments

In the heart of Smyth County’s Rye Valley, the early 20th century brought a wave of local enterprise and ambition. Among the most notable ventures was the Bank of Sugar Grove, a short-lived but significant institution that reflected the community’s aspirations for economic growth and self-sufficiency The Bank of Sugar Grove was incorporated on October 2, 1914, with its principal office located in the Village of Sugar Grove, as recorded in Charter Book 2 at the Smyth County Courthouse. The bank’s stated purpose was broad and ambitious, encompassing the full spectrum of general banking activities: Discounting and negotiating bills of exchange, promissory notes, and drafts, Receiving deposits, Buying and selling exchange coin and bullion, Loaning money on real and personal collateral,Purchasing and selling stocks and bonds, This scope positioned the bank as a potential financial hub for local farmers, merchants, and residents seeking access to credit and investment opportunities. The bank’s capital stock was set between $10,000 and $25,000, with shares valued at $100 each. This structure reflected a modest but serious investment in the community’s financial infrastructure. Officers: R. N. Ward, President A. T. Slemp, Vice President L. L. Hutton, Secretary/Cashier Board of Directors: A. T. Slemp, Sugar Grove S. A. Meek, Sugar Grove R. N. Ward, Sugar Grove E. P. Wassum, Sugar Grove G. A. Lockhart, Rural Retreat L. H. Shumate, Rural Retreat J. S. Etter, Rural Retreat This blend of local and neighboring leadership suggests a regional vision for the bank’s role in Southwest Virginia’s economy. The bank operated from a building that once stood behind the current Sugar Grove post office. Though the structure no longer exists, its presence marked a tangible commitment to local commerce and financial independence. Despite its promising start, the Bank of Sugar Grove was dissolved on September 21, 1923. The reasons for its closure remain undocumented in the charter records, but its brief existence offers a glimpse into the challenges and hopes of rural banking in the early 1900s. While the Bank of Sugar Grove lasted less than a decade, its incorporation and operation reflect a pivotal moment in Sugar Grove’s development. It stands as a testament to the community’s entrepreneurial spirit and desire to shape its own economic future. Today, the memory of the bank lives on through courthouse records and local recollections, offering historians and residents alike a chance to reflect on the ambitions that once animated this quiet corner of Smyth County. The building later served as a meeting place for the International Order of Odd Fellows after it was used as a bank and also at one time had some apartments before falling into disrepair and eventually being torn down in the 90s. It is estimated that this building was built in the 1920s according to some documentation but this is conflicting with the charter which states the bank was located in the community prior to this date. It stood through the mid 90s and is now an empty lot. During the time the building was being used, we know that Roy Fulton, a custodian who retired from Sugar Grove High School in 1953 , lived in one of these apartments where he made wood crafts and sold them to supplement his income during his later years. *Special thanks to County Administrator Shawn Utt and Clegg Williams for assisting in locating photos of this building. *Photo was colorized from original black and white photo dated 1997 for this article.

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St. Clair’s Bottom: A Name Rooted in Early Settlement

November 26, 2025November 26, 2025 Admin No Comments

The place we know today as St. Clair’s Bottom carries with it layers of history, memory, and shifting spellings. The name itself is believed to honor Charles Sinclair (1717–1766), an early settler whose presence along the South Fork of the Holston River left a lasting mark on the region. Over time, the name has appeared in several forms—St. Clair, Sinclair, Sinkler, and others—reflecting both the fluidity of spelling in the 18th century and the oral traditions that carried family names across generations. Charles Sinclair owned just under 1,000 acres along the South Fork of the Holston River, land that was surveyed in the 1740s. Records also place him along Reed Creek in present-day Wythe County during that same decade. How these two tracts of land connected in his life remains a question for further research, but together they show the breadth of Sinclair’s presence in Southwest Virginia during the frontier era. Local tradition suggests that families with the surnames Bonham or Bottom may have been associated with Sinclair or the area that came to bear his name. While the exact relationship is unclear, these connections hint at the complex web of kinship and settlement that shaped early communities along the Holston. In 1755, amid the turbulence of frontier life, Charles Sinclair and his family fled Virginia for Orange County, North Carolina. It was there that his will was later probated by his wife, Ann. After his death, Ann eventually returned with the family to Virginia, reestablishing ties to the land and community that had once been theirs. Tradition holds that Charles Sinclair was buried in the Primitive Baptist Church Cemetery near St. Clair’s Bottom. If true, his resting place anchors the story of the man whose name continues to define the area. St. Clair’s Bottom is more than a name on a map—it is a reminder of the families who carved out lives along the Holston River, endured upheaval, and returned to leave their mark on Virginia’s landscape. As with much of our local history, questions remain: How exactly did Sinclair’s Reed Creek land relate to his Holston River holdings? What role did the Bonhams and Bottoms play in the naming of the area? By piecing together land records, wills, and oral traditions, we continue to uncover the story of St. Clair’s Bottom—a story that belongs not only to the Sinclair family, but to the wider community that grew from these early roots.

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Dr. Goodridge Wilson On Our History

November 5, 2025November 1, 2025 Admin No Comments

Early Settlers Were Attracted to Smyth County’s Rye Valley Rye Valley lies over the mountain to the south of Smyth County. State Route 16, the B. F. Buchanan Highway, coming from the north over Clinch, Brushy, and Walker mountains, passes through Hungry Mother Park, Marion, and Attaway, over another Brushy Mountain, and enters a locality where rye was growing in abundance when the first white men came to this region. That weed is smaller than the cultivated rye but resembles it, and is said to make fairly good horse and cattle food. The pioneers seemed to have liked the plant, perhaps because it grew so well here. Prior to or during the Revolutionary War they gave it its name not only the beautiful valley where the South Fork of Holston starts but also to Rye Bottom on Big Walker Creek, and to Rye Cove in Scott County. The valley is narrow. The high crosses it quickly at a little climbing the steep sides of Iron Mountain and on across Grayson County to North Carolina. The first pioneers who acquired land in Rye Valley appear to have been Joseph and Esther Crockett, enterprising land speculators, who were not husband and wife, but business associates whose names appear together on a number of documents. The late Squire Robert Ward of Sugar Grove, a descendant of one of them, showed me a deed dated in 1753 by which the king of England conveyed the land about the head springs of the South Fork of Holston to Joseph and Esther Crockett. Mr. Ward’s name was included in that grant. His grandfather, a Rev. Crockett, bought it from a James or a Nelson, Joseph and Esther Crockett, or their heirs, had sold the original tract to some families in Virginia and to Nelson families who came from Virginia and they became the first actual settlers in the iron region where three mountain brooks join their waters with those of a number of bold springs in level meadows to form the South Fork of Holston. Two of the brooks, Dickey’s Creek and Cress Creek, come out of Iron Mountain, and the third, Slemp Creek, tumbles into the valley from Brushy Mountain. In this valley meadows a forest of fine sugar maple trees grew. While I was living in Marion back in the 1920s and 30s I would go there sometimes to fish for trout, to visit in some homes, or to conduct a religious service in a public school. At that time two splendid groves, remnants of that ancient maple forest, provided wonderful picnic grounds and ideal places for all-day gatherings as Baptist Association meetings. They gave the community its name, Sugar Grove. Now the groves are gone, and much beauty formerly belonging to this place of many waters faded with the passing of those great trees. Perhaps the first permanent settler in Rye Valley was Jenkins Williams, who settled on land downstream from and immediately adjoining the original Joseph and Esther Crockett survey. When I lived in Marion his descendants in the seventh generation were living on that land. When I went to Marion one of them, a lad in knee pants, lived with his widowed mother across the street from me. He now lives in Richmond and is well known over the state as Robert Williams, executive secretary of the Virginia Education Association, a well-authenticated fact, who made his home here since 1754 when rescuers were trailing marauding Indians and found the dead body of Mrs. Samuel Stalnaker beside a creek, with her infant child crying “Hungry Manny,” they went to warn the family of a settler near the site of Sugar Grove, and left the child with that family. That settler may have been Jenkins Williams. In 1776 John Griffiths came from Pennsylvania and settled in Rye Valley. When I made a sightseeing tour in that section a few weeks ago, B.H. Griffiths of Marion went with me. He was born and grew up with his father’s name in a house that stands on the site of a log house in which the Griffiths settle of 1776 lived. Among other things he showed me some skillful doing masonry work and some lengths of old iron water piping, on a hillside above the South Fork of Holston. These are the remnants of a lead mining and smelting operation conducted there around the turn of the century. An iron working industry was started in Rye Valley early in the pioneer period. Jenkins Williams had a forge on the South Fork in which, among other items, he manufactured barrels for rifles used by Revolutionary War soldiers. A Pierce family engaged in iron working in the valley through successive generations. The Rev. Lewis Wetzel Pierce, a Methodist minister widely known throughout Southwest Virginia as a pastor of churches and as a former agent for the Children’s Home Society of Virginia, is now retired and lives in Bristol. He says that his great-grandfather, Moses Pierce, a Quaker, came from North Carolina and established an iron forge near the mouth of Comers Creek. His grandfather and his father were iron workers at Sugar Grove, He was born on inherited a farm located on the west side of Slemp Creek, which his grandfather bought from Jonathan Slemp. The Slemp’s, Frederick and Jonathan acquired land on the south side of Brushy Mountain in 1804. Mr. Pierce says that Jonathan’s land was on the west side of the mountain between Crockett and Frederick’s on the east side. Frederick stayed and his descendants are still in that section. Jonathan sold his land to Alexander Wilson Pierce and his descendants, Col. Camp, who represented that area in Congress from the 9th Virginia District. The Brushy Mountain land is still called Slemp’s Creek.

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Fire At the Boiler Plant at Teas

September 26, 2025 Admin No Comments

On Saturday, June 14, 1930, around midnight, a fire broke out in the Boiler Plant, part of the Teas Extract Plant. The fire was suspected to be arson, according to local newspaper coverage. The flames were first spotted by Robert Griffitts, who reported the fire, but by then, it was too late to save anything. The interior of the building was completely gutted by the time it was discovered. Witnesses reported that flames shot up the old smoke stack, which towered over Teas at 150 feet tall, and out from the top. At the time, the damage was considered minimal because the company had already planned to demolish the old building and sell the brick. After the fire, the walls remained standing, and the brickwork was undamaged. Mr. T. J. Maxwell reported that the total loss would amount to $300. In the aftermath, the Teas Extract Plant was demolished, and the 150-foot smoke stack was brought down with dynamite. Spectators gathered to watch, describing the explosion as reminiscent of a Fourth of July celebration. Such events were a rare sight in the area.

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Stirring Tradition: The Art of Making Apple Butter

May 3, 2025May 6, 2025 Admin No Comments

In the heart of Southwest Virginia, the quiet community of Sugar Grove, the Combs Family keeps a rich Autumn Appalachian tradition alive: the making of apple butter. This slow-cooked, spiced spread is more than just a seasonal delicacy—it’s a symbol of heritage, hard work, and togetherness of families and neighbors. For generations, churches, families and neighbors in Sugar Grove have gathered around copper kettles, often before dawn, to stir previously peeled and sliced apples over open wood fires, sharing stories and passing down techniques as old as the mountains themselves. Apple butter making in this region dates back to the early settlers who relied on preserving fruits to last through the harsh winters. What began as a necessity eventually became a celebrated tradition, with church groups, neighbors, visitors, and family farms organizing this activity each Fall. These events are part work, part festival, featuring laughter, music, and the comforting aroma of cinnamon and firewood filling the crisp mountain air. Today, making apple butter in Sugar Grove is as much about preserving a way of life as it is about preserving apples. Whether sold at local markets or ladled into jars for holiday gifts, each batch carries with it a sense of place and history that only Southwest Virginia can offer. What Does The Process Look Like? On a crisp October morning in Sugar Grove, Virginia, the valley hums with the low crackle of a hardwood fire and the rhythmic scrape of a wooden stirrer against copper. It’s apple butter day at the Combs family homeplace, and that means more than just cooking—it’s a gathering of generations, neighbors, and even curious visitors drawn by the promise of rich tradition and the sweet scent of spiced apples hanging in the cool and still misty, very early morning mountain air. The process is usually underway by 4AM. A pole structure, open on two sides and draped with a heavy tarp to block the wind on one, sometimes two sides, shelters the heart of the operation: a weathered “cane furnace” fueled by hand-split oak logs. The hardwood burns hot and steady, heating a gleaming copper kettle that’s been cleaned and set in place since before dawn. Within it, bushels of peeled apples—often Wolf River or another available locally grown variety—have been simmering for hours. The apples slowly break down, to the rich, deep brown of true Appalachian apple butter.. At the center of the kettle stands a stirring stick, worn smooth by decades of use and lovingly passed down by Grandad Combs. This stirrer has been passed down through the family, and today, a younger member of the Combs family keeps the rhythm going, arms steady as they guide the long handle around and around. “Don’t stop stirring,” someone calls out with a grin—one of many reminders passed along with the craft. What happens if you stop stirring? The copper kettle scorches on the bottom. The kettle must be constantly stirred to prevent this costly mistake. Around the fire, a circle begins to form. camp chairs, cinder blocks, and a few other things provide makeshift seating as family and friends gather closer to stay warm. The picnic table is moved over near the cane furnace, Potatoes wrapped in foil roast slowly over heat nearby, filling the air with an earthy, comforting aroma. As the sun climbs higher, casseroles, crock pots, and dessert trays begin to appear on picnic tables—homemade dishes brought by neighbors and friends in true potluck fashion. There’s cornbread, slow-cooked beans, and pies of every kind. There are usually hot dogs to roast over the fire at the other end of the cane furnace as well. It’s a feast earned by patience and fueled by fellowship. What Exactly Is This “Cane Furnace?” The cane furnace is a brick rectangular structure standing at a height of about 2 feet that we also use in the process of making molasses with a large rectangular pan. The brick foundation is mudded and provides a place to build a fire under the whole pan to cook cane juice all day. There is a smoke stack to carry smoke up through the roof and away from the work area. When we use this for apple butter making, we do not use the entire length of it and cover it except for a cut out that we have for the kettle so that we still get the use of the smoke stack and use the covered surface for baking potatoes and the fire for roasting hot dogs. Visitors Throughout the day, visitors drop by—some from nearby, others from out of state, drawn by memory or curiosity. They’re welcomed with a variety of food options, a chair, and often a story or two. Here in Sugar Grove, making apple butter isn’t just about the end product. It’s about the fire, the food, the stories, and the stirring—together. There is a LOT of stirring! Over the years, we have hosted many guests, some were content creators who produced an entire documentary about Appalachian Life focusing on our apple butter making and others from as far away as New York! Our family’s old time apple butter making has been the subject of the Appalachian Studies curriculum at Radford University and has provided many with insight into the culture and heritage of Southwest Virginia’s people. Some of the lucky ones even get to take a jar or two home with them! The Day Continues… As the day wears on, the kettle’s contents darken and thicken, transforming from tart apple pulp into a silky, spiced spread with just the right balance of sweetness, spice and tang as cinnamon and sugar are gradually added. Every so often, several elder family members tests a small spoonful on a saucer, and nodding in quiet approval. “Almost there,” they say, the phrase echoing like a ritual. The patience is part of the process, part of what makes the end result so special. Rushing isn’t an option when it comes to good apple butter. Grandad, while he…

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First Baptist Church Of Sugar Grove

March 28, 2025May 6, 2025 Admin No Comments

This article is being published in memory of Nancy Ann Purefoy 10/26/1933 – 3/26/2025 This beautiful little church house dates back to 1915 in the community of Sugar Grove. Records found at Smyth County Courthouse reflect March 10, 1915, a deed was made by Chaley Barber and his wife Alice to Andrew White Walter Stuart and A. F. Wilson who were both named as trustees. The sum of money exchanged to execute this deed was $30. This deed was made with specific restrictions that read “…said lot to be used for building a church house and not for any other purpose. Said church to be known as Shugar Grove Missionary Babtis Church- colored.” James Purefoy provided the following information and photo about the church on the Rye Valley History Group: This was the First Baptist Church in Sugar Grove, Va. It was the African American Church in the area.I can remember attending all day services there as a child. My mother, Nancy Lee Purefoy, attended there as a child. Her father, my grandfather, Fred Lee was a deacon there. My grandmother, Cleo Lee, was a deaconess. Some of the names of other people that attended were Barbers, Stuarts, Lees, Goins, Madisons, Thompsons, and Murrells. There were others that I cannot mention. This information was provided by my mother Nancy Lee Purefoy. Services continued at this church into the early 2000s. David Rutherford, then employed by Rye Valley Water Authority, shared the following about the property: When Rye Valley Water Authority was getting easements for new water line I traced the deeds back to try to find a signatory for the church property. Ended up getting Mrs. Cleo Lee to sign. Great Lady. The deeds referred to it being in the “colored section of Sugar Grove”. The details in the deed made it sound like the area was from the church back to where Gene Ross now lives out to Flat Ridge Road and back to Quarter Branch Road. (2022-2024) The building collapsed under a heavy snow. The photo at left was what remained of this beautiful little church as of 2024. The church is shown on a 1935 Quadrangle map by location only, no name. Also on that same map, just down the road near the Quarter Branch and Flat Ridge Fork on the opposite side is another church labeled as “Union Ch.” It is speculated that this could have served as the Sugar Grove Negro School up until the early 40s. The Sugar Grove Negro School is documented by Evelyn Thompson Lawrence in a book available about all of the Colored Schools in the county that can be found in the Heritage Room at the Smyth County Public Library in Marion, VA however, it does not mention any specific location where this school was located. *If you have additional information to add about this church, please comment or use the contact form. We would love to add additional information.

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Teas History & William H. Teas

March 20, 2025May 6, 2025 Admin No Comments

More than 100 years ago, the community of Teas was established and emerged. May 10, 1910, a charter was granted to the Marion Extract Company of not less than $300k and not more than $600k. The officers named on this charter were W.H. Teas of Ridgeway, PA, President and E.M. Campbell also of Ridgeway PA, Vice President. Also J.C. Campbell of Marion was named Secretary and Treasurer. Within a few days of this charter, the company purchased land in Rye Valley which was located along the line of the Marion Rye Valley Railroad. This was designated to be used for the new extract plant that would soon dominate the area. It would be one of the largest of its kind. Read more about the Teas Extract Plant here. The extract plant was expected to be in full operation by January 1, 1911. It would employ more than 100 men on startup. Teas was named for William Holmes Teas (1876-1930). Mr. Teas built a spacious home near the extract plant he would oversee which is still standing today. He was born in Patterson, NJ to the Reverend John Teas and Elizabeth M. Holmes-Teas and was a graduate of Penn State College. His father was pastor of a United Presbyterian church. He worked in and around Philadelphia for a while after graduating college until he met his wife, Margaret Hoblitzell. He later established the offices of the Marion Extract Company and then following that, the extract plant and the town of Teas. The family spent about 5 years in the area and were well known. They had 3 boys. In the photo shown, you see the home that Mr. Teas built. It was later the home of G. H. Wilson and family. (shown in photo). The Teas Extract Plant proved to be very profitable in the area and brought jobs to many. It also brought many people to the area and created a need for company housing, a couple of stores, a school and all of the community events and activities that come along with an influx of people. Teas School operated until approximately 1957 according to most. The Teas Family relocated to a home along the Chesapeake Bay where he passed away from a brief illness of influenza which turned into bronchial pneumonia on April 28, 1935. Mrs. Teas then made her home in Nashville, TN where the principal factory was then located. William Teas was interred in the West Laurel Cemetery in Philadelphia. A brief service was described in their home in Sharspoint which is near Annapolis, MD. Services were conducted at the Blair Funeral Parlors where services were conducted jointly by Dr. Goodridge Wilson of Marion, VA and Dr. Johnson, Rector of Old St. Anne’s Episcopal Church in Annapolis The Teas Community prospered until production slowed; most of the chestnut trees were gone from which they used for extraction by 1930. The extract plant was eventually vacant. The company housing disappeared one by one, stores closed, the post office closed and those people then used the one at nearby Sugar Grove. Once a booming little industry town, it gradually became the quiet little suburb of Sugar Grove we have today, retaining its name.

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Sugar Grove Fiddlers Convention at Highlands Park

March 17, 2025March 22, 2025 Admin 8 Comments

The Sugar Grove Fiddlers Convention first began in the early 70s and was hosted by the Sugar Grove Fire Department. This event was set up on the ball field at Sugar Grove School for a number of years and featured musical entertainment from all around. At one point, Bonnie Raitt performed in Sugar Grove prior to becoming widely known and going mainstream. This has been confirmed by at least 3 individuals who were in attendance. She was also confirmed in the area as close as Galax during that same time. The Fire Department provided food and drinks at this time and benefited from the proceeds. At some point during the 1970s, this event was moved to a new location owned by the Medley Family at Cedar Springs. It is not completely clear why the event had a change of venue but several have suggested it was because upgrades were offered at the new location to accommodate more people and more popular performers. Additionally, alcohol and a broader variety of concessions could be brought in at a location off school property. This location became known as Highlands Park and from that point forward, the event was then known as The Sugar Grove Fiddlers Convention at Highlands Park. This venue consisted of a covered stage area, lighting, sound equipment and a more professional entertainment setting that was better equipped to accommodate performers as well as the audience. This event routinely drew at least a thousand or more people and became very popular. The Sugar Grove Fire Department continued to cater the event providing food and drinks as a fundraiser for their organization and the event grew steadily until the summer of 1977. (Photo of original shirt contributed by Michael Osborne) July 1977 Incident at the Sugar Grove Fiddlers Convention The Sugar Grove Fiddlers Convention was in full swing on a hot summer July weekend, more than one thousand people were in attendance according to Smyth County News. A disturbance was noted mid-day between two individuals who were arguing but that seemed to subside without further incident. The musical entertainment continued into the evening. Just after 11 PM, a single gunshot suddenly rang out. Everything suddenly came to a screeching halt. Chaos ensued as attendees became aware that someone had been shot among them. The newspaper confirmed this along with the following information: “A Smyth County man was shot in the face Saturday night as he sat in front of the band box at the fiddlers convention.” The article goes on to identify the victim as Charles Peake, 34, of Sugar Grove and reads “Witnesses said a man walked up behind Peake, stuck a pistol in his mouth and puled the trigger.” Peake escaped certain death from the gunshot when he jerked his head causing the bullet to pass through his lip and exit out the side of his face. Miraculously no one else was hit or harmed. He was treated at the hospital for minor injuries and released. Witnesses confirmed the man identified as the shooter was the same man who had been seen arguing with Peake earlier in the day. Both men were initially arrested in relation to the incident. Noel Bain Johnson was charged with “unlawfully and felonously using a firearm in the commission of a felony” according to the Smyth County News and Smyth County Sheriff’s Department. Johnson was picked up by Smyth County Sheriff’s Department, and booked at 9:45 PM Sunday July 10th and was released on $25,000 bond. Common Law Order Book 23, Page 477 available at the Smyth County Courthouse reflects a jury indictment as follows: “Noel Bain Johnson- using a pistol in attempt to murder- a True Bill.” and ” Malicious wounding – a True Bill” signed and entered by Judge J. Aubrey Matthews, August 23, 1977. This marked the end of an era and series of entertainment events for Sugar Grove. Other Little Stories and Interesting Things The day after the event, the Millers would all go to Highlands Park and take along some neighborhood kids and black trash bags to pick up trash and clean the grounds. They earned money for every full bag of trash collected. If you have additional details to add to this topic, please use the Contact page and let us know! Articles are always open for updates and additional content, photos or information.

Cedar Springs, Sugar Grove