Memories From The Past
Preacher Cy was my great grandfather.
Cyrus Henderson Stallard, Jr.; son of Cyrus Henderson Stallard, Sr.
and Margaret Addington. Preacher
Cy was born in Wise County, Virginia, January 17, 1860 and died June 6,
1942; when I was three years old, so I never had the opportunity to know
him. Cyrus married Lucy
Lawson a daughter of Henry Lawson and Susannah Bond.
Lucy was born in the Snowflake area of Scott County, Virginia on
September 7, 1857 and died August 12, 1940.
Cyrus and Lucy were married in Wise County on March 28, 1879.
They are buried in the Stallard-Trent Cemetery on Bull Hill at the
site of the little frame church where Cyrus was pastor.
The church burned several years ago and a new church, Stallard
Memorial Baptist Church, was erected at the foot of Bull Hill in the
Virginia City Community.
One story I recall, as my aunt, my father’s oldest sister told
about Preacher Cy, related to his Pastoral duties and his penchance for
mule trading. The incidence
occurred during a period when Preacher Cy was either preaching on circuit
or preaching at a revival as a visiting preacher.
Cy and Lucy lived in a cabin a short distance from the frame church
and cemetery. One day during
Cy’s absence, a wagon pulled up on the road in front of the cabin.
Lucy stepped to the cabin door and look out.
A gentleman in typical farmer’s garb sat on the wagon seat.
He greeted her with “Mrs. Stallard, I’ve got Cy’s mules here.
Where do you want me to put them?”
Tied to the back of the wagon was a matching set of mules.
Grandma Lucy, not being surprised by mules showing up replied,
“just turn them loose in the barn lot.
They can be fed with everything else until Cy gets back.”
The farmer dismounted from the wagon and led the mules around back
and turned them loose in the barn lot.
Returning to the house, he knocked on the door and when Grandma
Lucy came out, he ask “Where’s the cook stove?”
It seems Grandpa Cyrus had traded Grandma Lucy’s cook stove for
the set of mules. The farmer
loaded the stove and drove off. No one knew if he took the fire in the stove with him.
The other story I recall, also told by the same aunt, involved a
visiting preacher to Grandpa Cyrus’s church.
It was decided that the visiting preacher would preach the Sunday
morning service and after dinner-on-the- ground and a period of singing,
visitation and rest, Grandpa Cyrus would preach the evening service.
Now at this period in time, although electricity had come to Wise
County, most structures were not wired for the lighting we are used to
today. The little frame
church had one light in the building, a single socket with a pull string
hanging over the center of the aisle by it's green and yellow cloth
The visiting preacher was relating to Grandpa Cyrus about how much
enjoyment he had gotten from preaching the morning service and how he was
moved by the singing and visitation to preach the evening service.
Grandpa Cyrus was replying how he also had enjoyed the morning
service and singing and felt just as moved to deliver the evening service,
especially since this had been their agreement.
An argument ensued, becoming quite agitated for two country
preachers. Finally to end the
argument, Grandpa Cyrus reached up, unscrewed the light bulb from the
socket in the church, placed it in his suit coat pocket and went home.
Since this was the only light bulb in the church, the evening
service was cancelled and no one preached that night.
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