Hall Lake in Fairmont was named by Elisha Banks Hall. There's a historical society there that can tell you all about that. But I was interested in the rest of the story, especially my grandfather, Robert Clyde Hall.
If you've done much genealogy work, you know that all families have people whose names just make the old-timers shake their heads, and try to say something nice. Describing a man as a *drunken fool* just isn't nice, and you rarely see that in the description of someone in a family tree. But my grandfather wasn't a good husband, or father. He seems to have had a wild streak in him that lasted all of his long life.
|Robert Clyde Hall|
I was very fortunate to have met Esther. My original idea, when I first visited Fairmont to try to figure out my genealogy for that part of the family, was to just stay with a cousin of mine and drive around aimlessly. And that's all I would have done, if it hadn't been for Esther. When I saw it through her eyes, it all made sense. Thank you, Aunt Esther!