Providence Forge 1931

Providence Forge 1931
photograph of Providence Forge looking south from Railroad tracks- 1931
Showing posts with label Oak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oak. Show all posts

Sunday, January 18, 2026

A Frigid January - 1893

(Language Warning)



 Cold Weather In New Kent. 

[Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] 

Oak, Va., January 24.- The weather still coutinues fearfully cold. The average range of the thermometer for seven days past has been 1 degree below zero. Numbers of people are daily passing over the Pamunkey river to West Point. 

There is much suffering among the poor and colored people throughout this section. Many birds of different species, hares, &c., are found daily dead in the woods, and should there not be a change for the better soon I fear not not only the birds will die, but that much stock will succumb.

                    -Richmond Dispatch, 25 January 1893

Friday, March 10, 2017

A Not Very Holy Meeting

 
   A WARM TIME. 
AT A HOLINESS MEETING IN NEW KENT.
A correspondent of the Richmond Dispatch, writing from Oak*, New Kent county, Wednesday, says: 
"At Roper's Tabernacle Monday night a few cool-headed persons succeeded in averting what promised to be a serious affair. 
"As was seen in the Dispatch about ten days ago a Mr. Boroughs, a new comer to this county, invited the Rev. R.W. Webb, of Norfolk, to hold a Holiness camp meeting near his place. Mr. Webb carries his own tent with him, but the Methodists of this vicinity, who own the above-named tabernacle, granted him leave to hold the meeting in that building. The meeting commenced Sunday with Mr. Webb on hand. He began his discourse by abusing the members of the Methodist Church who did not believe in holiness, Christian perfection, or sanctification. He finally became so violent and personal that he was called down by Rev. Eugene Potts, pastor of the Methodist Church here. The two had quite a hot discussion for a few minutes, when several members of the Tabernacle congregation Jumped from their seats and Joined in what was then getting to be a very high-pitched row. One man was shaking his fist in the Rev. Webb's face. While this was going on the ladies took to their heels and ran out of doors. Some never stopped until they reached their homes. The Rev. Webb and his few followers were ordered to leave the tabernacle, but he has sent on for his tent (which he left behind after securing the building), and will continue the meeting on the land of Mr. Boroughs."


-Virginian-Pilot, 20 October 1899


*approximately where the Saude Creek Winery is now.