Memories of Morgan Creek Road by Dick Rifffle
"My earliest recollection begins with those who lived on Morgan Creek Road.Colonel Morgan ,Civil War Veteran ,who lived in a big white house near some sulfur springs. He was a close friend of my Dad ,George Riffle . I recall him visiting our home occasionally. The photo is of my Grandfather Jerome Riffle (smoking a cigar) and Colonel Morgan at a Riffle reunion at our home in 1923. Going up Morgan creek Road, there were two arch bridges over the creek. Before the first one a Dorothy Robinson and Mother lived. Dorothy had a deep male voice and muscles to match.When she worked at the Milva Inn as a maid, she also served as a "bouncer" when a man had too much to drink became unruly. Later her home was occupied by a single man,Mike Miller. He was a little short man with a beard and considered as one of the town's characters.The standing joke was that he never took a bath, but that he was never sick because the germs couldn't get through the dirt. Sometimes when working in his garden,he would be wearing a woman's dress.When asked why,he would say, "Because there"tooler"(cooler). He could not pronounce a "c" or an "s" but the word always came out with a "t" sound . Anyway, he had good logic about the dress. Sometime before Mike died, my brother Mel told him about God's love for him and Mike accepted Christ as his personal Savior. I expect to see him in heaven.