The 1978 Coal Strike: Perseverance and The Wall Street Journal

It would be a winter to remember. December 1977 started out harmless enough, though very cold. News about a nationwide coal strike by the United Mine Workers which began on December 6, 1977 was lost in the background of holiday busyness.

As 1978 began, the coal strike became national news. Without coal being mined and delivered to supply electric power plants, power generation would eventually shut down. The threat of cold homes, dark streets, and shuttered factories loomed.

The second severe winter in a row took hold, adding to the urgency of the coal miners strike. There was heavy snow that winter, the most I remember before or since. Snow accumulated to depths of 2 to 3 feet.  Vehicles were buried for days on end. We had to stand above our mailbox and stoop to retrieve mail. Scraping snow from our patio awning to prevent collapse became a daily chore. There was a initially a sense of wonder at so much snow, but that soon dissolved into annoyance. 

January faded into February with little prospect for a strike settlement. Business and government officials scrambled to establish contingency plans. Public utility regulators in Ohio and West Virginia both imposed voluntary 10% power reductions for industrial and commercial businesses. I was President of the Marietta Area Chamber of Commerce (MACC) that year. That group issued guidelines for conservation which included reduced lighting and hours of operation. Compliance with the guidelines was mixed. MACC executive Ernest J. Hartong stated “Unfortunately we have not received all the cooperation that we would like to have...” Merchant Gabe Zide commented that “some businesses wouldn’t shorten their operating hours come hell or high water.”

A Marietta Times informal survey of area residents showed a mix of concern and cautious optimism. One woman said "I'm hoping we won't (have blackouts) but afraid we will." Many were trying to conserve - doing laundry and dishes by hand, turning off lights and electric blankets. A later article explained home appliances' use of electricity: Minimize the use of electric ranges and ovens, especially the broiler; back off on the clothes dryer and hair dryer; no problem using an electric toothbrush.

I worked at Peoples Bank and recall conservation measures there: Sam the custodian came around and removed some light bulbs from each office. One elevator was taken out of service. External lighting and hours of operation were reduced. Many other businesses did the same:

Locals may remember Rink's, then a discount store similar to Walmart. Today it houses 

"Rinky Dinks" (get it?) flea market. Marietta Times image courtesy of the Washington County Local History and Genealogy Library. CLICK TO ENLARGE

A 30% mandatory power cutback by local provider Monongahela Power was scheduled for February 20. That could have caused several hundred layoffs from companies like Remington Rand (Later Kardex Systems), Broughton Foods (now Dean Foods), Union Carbide (now Eramet), Fenton Art Glass, American Cyanamid, B F. Goodrich (later RJF and now Profusion Industries) and Dravo Corporation if implemented. However, the 30% cut was postponed as local utilities managed to slow coal consumption with purchased power, deliveries of non-union coal, and conservation. 

Marietta Times image courtesy of the Washington County Local History and Genealogy Library

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Frustration increased as there were mixed messages from regulators and utilities. Deadlines for drastic mandatory conservation actions were postponed, yet conservation was admonished as though it were mandatory. A tentative pact to settle the strike was rejected by the UMW bargaining council on February 12. Politicians vocalized complaints, chided President Jimmy Carter to do more, and offered endless suggestions. Ohio Governor James Rhodes' comment to President Carter on February 10 was typical: "Bring (the negotiators) into the White House, put them in a room and lock the door, and keep them there until they have the answer.” Nice sounding rhetoric, but real world collective bargaining doesn't work that way.

Marietta Mayor Geoffrey Brunton encouraged conservation. Streetlights were darkened in much of the city. A generator was on standby to power critical emergency operations. Yet, he, like many other officials, expressed confusion over when, how and by whom cutbacks will be ordered. Mayor: “We are having a hard time keeping up with with all that is going on, because hour to hour, day by day, someone issues a different statement.”

Marietta's situation was reported in a February 16 Wall Street Journal front page article: "Marietta, Ohio, Dims Its Lights & Hopes for Early Coal Accord." The lead sentence in the article starkly introduced the crisis situation: "Last night the Marietta City Council met by candlelight - to discuss the power shortage that already is beginning to choke this Ohio River town." The article chronicled the effect of the coal strike on Marietta. It mentioned the efforts of "28-year old Mayor Brunton" to encourage conservation. Some businesses were ignoring the directives. The paper reported that "after chewing out a one local hotel manager for leaving his lights blazing, the young mayor exploded: 'What can I do? I can't fine 'em, I can’t shoot 'em.' " 

Wall Street Journal article February 16, 1978 image courtesy Marietta College Legacy Library

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Other community reactions were noted in the article. Citizens National Bank (Chase Bank today) president James E. Hanna tried to calm a caller, "I was in the infantry years ago and I don't panic." Rinard's Coal Co. was asked to deliver non-union coal to a coal-heated school upriver from Marietta. Movement of non-union coal could trigger threats or violence from striking miners. The school superintendent called a district United Mine Workers official to explain the situation. The official responded menacingly "You're on your own if you buy non-union (coal). We'd rather you closed down..." Mr. Rinard made the delivery anyway without incident.

A Marietta Times article profiled two area striking coal miners. “...we’ll stay out (on strike) as long as it takes,” said Dan Johnson, 27, of Fleming who is married with a 5 year old daughter. He worked at Quarto Mining Co Mine No.7 at Powhatan Point. “If I have to, I’ll borrow money from my parents, sell my truck and my guns. I’ll do anything until we get an acceptable contract.” His greatest concern was about the right to engage in wildcat strikes (impromptu work stoppages to protest a grievance). He said that such strikes are often the only way for miners to protect themselves from unsafe conditions or practices. Dave Clift, 28 years old from Newport, said "I'm just starting to hurt now, too. I have $450 month in bills coming in, but they're stacking up now. Both trusted the UMW bargaining council, "....they won't accept a contract until it's right for us," Clift said.

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Another tentative settlement was reached in late February. Rank and file coal miners voted 2 to 1 against the pact, despite an advertising campaign which included soft sell messages from country singer Johnny Paycheck of "Take this Job and Shove It" fame. President Carter invoked the Taft-Hartley Act on March 6, legally forcing miners back to work for a 60 day cooling off period. The miners ignored the injunction. 

I chaired the MACC annual dinner on March 13. 750 people ate dinner and listened by flickering candle light. The venue, Ban Johnson Field House at Marietta College, was darkened for electricity conservation. I mentioned that the candles were "courtesy of the United Mine Workers." The line drew a laugh from the audience, but I felt a pang of guilt knowing how 160,000 miners were suffering through the strike.

March 13, 1978 Marietta Area of Chamber of Commerce dinner. Photo includes award recipients, your author (third from right) and comedian Henny Youngman (second from right), master of the one-liner. CLICK TO ENLARGE

Finally, the strike was settled on March 19 after negotiators worked out a compromise on the wildcat strike provision. Creative conservation by users and the utility companies averted major blackouts and layoffs. The last of the record snowfall had finally melted in Marietta. Life would soon be back to normal. Eventually Sam the custodian stopped by my office at Peoples Bank to chat and install the light bulbs which had been removed weeks earlier.

Other observations: 

• The Wall Street Journal coverage, while generally accurate, cast Marietta (a "peaceful, sleepy town" with a rantworthy 28-year old mayor) in a less than flattering manner. Small towns and rural areas are often portrayed by national media in such stereotypical fashion even today.
• The industries mentioned in this article employed nearly 3,000 people. Of those businesses, Fenton, Dravo, Sperry (Kardex), American Cyanamid, and Ohio Power are gone. Broughton Foods; Eramet, Solvay, and American Styrenics (formerly part of Union Carbide); and Profusion Industries (B. F. Goodrich) remain but with far fewer jobs. Other businesses have replaced some jobs, but the net industrial employment is far lower today.

Stopping by the Woods on Snowy Afternoon

This Early Marietta blog is usually about events decades or centuries ago. But history is made every day. This article is about history made on January 12, 2018 - nothing exciting or earth-shaking - just a mostly ordinary day. 

It was time for the afternoon dog walk with our two Old English Sheepdogs. Sophie is technically a puppy at 7 months, though she now weighs 50 pounds. Tess is the veteran, a spry 11 year old. We walk them on trails in the woods on our property. 

It's normally pretty routine, but not today. The temperature is 19 degrees and there is 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground. It reminded me of early settlers who survived winters without central heat, heated vehicles, down coats, and high tech boots. It also brought to mind Robert Frost's famous poem "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening," though it was not yet evening.

The day before it was 65 degrees, and it seemed as though flowers would literally shoot up out of the ground. Old Man (Lady?) Winter said Bah! Humbug! Back to the deep freeze. 

I bundled up with several layers, hats, and boots. The dogs paced around impatiently. We stepped out into the powdery snow. It was beautiful despite the cold and difficult walking. Some dark-eyed juncos and a bright cardinal flitted around the bird feeder. Otherwise it was quiet, possibly because I couldn't hear anything with all of the head gear I had on. 

The dogs (I refer to them as "the girls") lead the way as usual. Suddenly Sophie took off running, spinning up clouds of powder in her wake. I scanned the woods ahead and immediately saw two white tails up. Deer. They bounded gracefully out of sight. Sophie soon broke off the chase and resumed a more normal pace. She scampered into a brushy area and left a solid waste deposit.

Snow highlights everything. The hillside opposite the creek is normally a muted gray and brown color in winter. Today the hill stood out in bright contrast. Tree trunks and a thousand branches from leafless underbrush stood out clearly. A bench offering a snowy vista beckoned. Maybe later.

This and other photos by the author

In the black and white scene, even bland colors like leaves on a holly tree and a beech tree stood out.

We walked down along the creek. It gurgled softly with runoff from rain and earlier snow melt. We passed the bridge to the opposite trail; it was studded with animal tracks. 

The girls ambled along the trail. Tess, as she often does, took a different trail which runs just above where Sophie and I were. The two spy out each other, turning it into a game. At the waterfall, a lone log washed there in a recent downpour perched on the edge. The roar of the falling water behind the ice could be heard a long distance. Impressive.

On the return trail, things were pretty tame. Snow is new to Sophie; she likes to push through it with her nose. 

Both dogs ambled along together, pausing for scents real and imagined. They reminded me of two panda bear cubs foraging along the trail. 

I had my phone with me to take the pictures shown here. Near the end, the cold shut it down. The battery level showed 10% before the screen turned red then blacked out. My hands were were reacting to the cold about the same way even with liner gloves and heavy ski gloves.

The girls went through their usual playful run-around with each other as we approached the house. I ducked inside for warmth and a costume change. Soon they were in, de-iced, dried off, and resting near the glowing fireplace. The locust logs that my grandson Connor had cut before Christmas were burning like coal - slow and hot.

Life was mostly good that day, even with the annoyance of shoveling and the cold. This few minutes of history will linger pleasantly and be recollected often if I can remember how to transfer the photos to my digital picture frame. I make a point of recalling these extreme weather moments when conditions are at the opposite extreme - such as next summer on a humid 95 degree day.