Books by R. Blair Savage
his eyes on those of the sergeant, looking for the sign of
recognition, of realization that he has been duped, but he has his
blade twisting in the sergeant’s chest before the realization comes,
and instead of comprehension, the sergeant’s eyes suddenly show
confusion, puzzlement, and remarkably, anger.
I was born and spent much of my early years
in a grimy coal mining camp in West Virginia
during the mid 1930’s and early 1940’s. In spite
of the disadvantages of those early years I
studied hard, worked hard and over time
became a key executive for an Ohio
international manufacturing company,
heading up our home operation in Solon, Ohio
and assisting other operations around the
I retired at age 61 and rekindled two interests;
writing and the search for my Savage
ancestry, a project that I had begun twenty
years earlier. I published two books about the
12 generations of my Savage ancestry which
began in America in the early 1600’s in the
Jamestown, Virginia Colony. As a result, I
found that Savage is the oldest continuing
family name in America.
I have sold my books to descendants of this
family line, living throughout the United States
This Page Was
SAVAGE IS MY NAME
I've spent many, many years tracing my ancestry to Thomas Savage the
Carpenter, who first appears in Virginia records in 1632.
Thomas is referred to, in Virginia history, as "The Carpenter" to
differentiate him from Ensign Thomas Savage of the same period and
location on the Eastern Shore expansion of the Jamestown Colony.
In 1995 I published a book covering the many generations
from Thomas to my grand-children. The title is;
SAVAGE IS MY NAME
A History of Thirteen Generations of a
Savage Family in America
It is high quality hardback, 308 pages, illustrated and indexed.
Unless you can determine that you are likely a descendant of Thomas
Savage the Carpenter, this book would probably be of little value to you. It
does not explore the many branches of the Carpenter's descendants. It is
limited to the male line from the Carpenter to myself and probable siblings
found in each generation, although it does provide Eastern Shore information
about neighbors and surroundings of the first five generations of my Savages.
From the Eastern Shore of Virginia the generations trace through Delaware,
Maryland, Pennsylvania, West Virginia and Ohio.
If you have any questions about the contents of this book please contact
me at the email address listed near the bottom of this page.
The fifth generation below Thomas the Carpenter is Robinson T. Savage
in western Maryland and the link above right will take you to the page
where I identify several thousand of his descendants.
Who was the father of
Thomas Savage the Carpenter?
What was his connection to Ensign Thomas Savage?
We know they were related, But how?
I explore this in:
Savage Is My Name - Part II
A Study of the lives and Relationship of Thomas Savage
the Carpenter & Ensign Thomas Savage
Virginia's Eastern Shore during 1607 - 1655
This book is also high quality hardback, 130 pages,
Coal mining is dangerous. Actions of the Navy SEALS are heroic. Iranian terrorists are here in
America. What I hope is an interesting and exciting novel covers several generations of the Dawson
family. It has suspense, love stories, intrigue, action, high tech, office of the president, Appalachian
Mountains, mystery and even a bit of civil war action.
wrote a book of short
stories about 50 years of
hunting, fishing, scuba
diving and other
adventures. It’s titled; 12
The stories are timeless.
Some are serious, some
humorous, some raucous ---
It's a guy's book and a few
of the stories are a bit off
color. The book should not
be left where children might
have access to it.
Cole grips her shoulder firmly and again pleads, "Nicki, listen to me, let me
explain!" But, she doesn't hear. Her thoughts have already flashed back to her
childhood and the large sign printed on the tipple in Glen Haven. In large,
dingy white, block letters, it reads, HEADLEY COLLIERY COMPANY. The long
buried memories return; Why is Momma crying? I will not cry, because if I cry it
means I may never see Poppa again, so I will not cry.
Nicki's world slowly begins to darken. It grows shadowy, fuzzy, murky, silent
and morbid. In this world she sees her hand reach for the door latch. She lifts,
and then slowly pushes the door away
"What is it, Grandmother?" He asks, leaning close and taking her hand.
"Ben," she pleads in a frail whisper, "You must promise me that you will never close the
Blackwater shaft." She makes a barely audible coughing sound, then continues, "Promise
me, Ben, that you will always leave a way for my Robert to come home."
Ben's eyes fill with tears. His parents, Nat, and the others lean closer to try to hear what
Grandmother Lu is saying, but only Ben can understand her words. Alex does not need to
hear, he knows instinctively what his mother is asking of Ben.
Lucretia holds a determined look at her grandson's face. With a newfound clarity of voice
and mind, and with startlingly penetrating eyes, she again appeals, "Ben, promise me."
The tears roll freely down Ben's cheeks, dripping onto Lucretia's lacy blue gown. He
whispers, "Grandmother, I love you, and I love Grandfather, and I promise you faithfully
that I will always keep a safe way for Grandfather to come home to you."
A smile slowly transforms her pale face into a picture of tranquility. She gives Ben's hand
a delicate squeeze. With her eyes now closed, she whispers, "Thank you, Ben, thank you."
methane gas in section 65 just behind the face of room #1, off entry 64, that when
the charge of dynamite went off it blew through the wall into section 65 and ignited
several thousand cubic feet of gas. No, no person would ever know exactly what
events triggered the tragedy that killed 23 miners.
He slaps the mare on her flank, urging her upward and forward. She goes
down again. A thought flashes through the soldier’s mind. He knows he's
been shot and he needs to find cover before the shooter reloads. The
shooter must be using a muzzleloader. With a repeating rifle he would
have gotten off a second shot by now. Dawson pulls hard on the reins,
trying to get the mare back on her feet. She tries, but he's pulling so hard,
so hard that it hurts. She raises her great head to try to relieve the
pressure. She finds solid footing under her hind feet. She raises her
head higher. Dawson yells and pushes on her neck. She paws at the air in
a desperate attempt to maintain her balance. She feels a fire and terrible
pain in her side. She's confused and frightened, exhausted and hurting,
and her normally powerful rear legs collapse as she falls
Several years ago I asked my older brother, Darrell to
jot down his memories. I took those notes and put the
words in form the way that I know he would say them.
I learned a lot from this guy. If only he were as
handsome as me he could have ruled the world.
I want his descendants to know what a special guy he is.
|In 2015 We Moved again. Here's our current address.
I've changed the cover and made some
slight modifications to the interior, but
no changes to the story itself.
A few excerpts from, The Blackwater Shaft
|Me, on the job when I declared it "Cowboy, Cowgirl Day"
in the office and the plant, a long time ago.
In 1977 I asked my mother to record
memories of her early life. In 2019 I edited
the tape, included pictures and put it in
book form. I had copies printed for close
family members and made it available to
all of our extended family.