Wednesday, March 26, 2025

West Virginia Voodoo: Volume I


What do you think of when you hear the word 'Voodoo'? Chances are, your mind is transported to the deep south, around the bayous and swamps of Louisiana. Perhaps your mind goes straight to New Orleans, where even today there seems to be a voodoo shop on every block in the French Quarter. Love spells, curses, sticking pins into dolls, little bags filled with mystical ingredients to aid in protection, wild dancing to the beat of rhythmic drums...all of these things conjure up a stereotypical picture of what we think of the practice of voodoo. 

The mountains of West Virginia, while known for her own flavor of folk magic and practitioners, seems far removed from the mix of African and Caribbean traditions merged with Catholicism. However, as Black Americans began migrating north en masse around the turn of the 20th century, voodoo spread as well. 

After reading a book on New Orleans voodoo last year, I became interested in finding any references to the practice here in West Virginia. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find MUCH of interest (was really hoping for some zombies or some otherwise supernatural tales), but I did find several stories in local newspapers that I wanted to share. The first is from Huntington, WV:


The Daily Advocate (Greenville, OH)
16 March 1933


Mrs. Georgia Burks:

Mrs. Burks was born in Atlanta, GA, but found her way to Huntington, WV sometime prior to 1926. In 1933, the 38 year old Black woman was living with her husband, James. Unfortunately, her health had not been good for some time, and she passed away on February 28, 1933. That wouldn't be the end of her story, however. I'm not sure what prompted it, but about two weeks later, newspapers around the country began running a small article stating that Huntington police had begun an inquest into Burks' death and were awaiting results of an analysis of her stomach contents. Apparently, Mrs. Burks had died shortly after visiting with Robert Fojoe, a Voodoo 'doctor' from New Orleans. Fojoe claims he treated Mrs. Burks' illness with a grapevine tea. 

To further complicate matters, another man, a Mr. Henry Nickle, was also taken into police custody. He was charged with practicing medicine without a license for his role in treating Mrs. Burks. For whatever reason, newspapers felt that was the end of the story---I haven't been able to find any follow-ups. I assume, however, that no foul play was ever found in Mrs. Burks' untimely death. Her death certificate states that she died from pneumonia and was buried in Huntington's Spring Hill Cemetery. 

Obviously, there are a lot of questions left unanswered, beginning with motive. Why did Mrs. Burks seek the advice of a voodoo practitioner to aid in her illness? Had traditional medicine failed her, over and over again...or did she believe there was some supernatural cause to her troubles? Did she feel that someone had cursed her? And who the hell was Henry Nickle and what was his role in this whole situation? My quest for information on this case isn't over, and I will update if I find any additional details. Plus, our quest for voodoo in West Virginia isn't over either! Check back soon for more cases throughout the Mountain State! 

The Portsmouth Times (Ohio)
24 March 1933


Death Certificate for Georgia Jackson Burks

Monday, March 3, 2025

The Death of George Dorsey

Weston State Hospital, aka Trans-Allegheny 
Lunatic Asylum, 1908
Source: RootsWeb

TALA Tales: A Collection of Articles from the Weston State Hospital


"Where there's a will, there's a way." That old adage is one I've heard all my life and is usually meant as a pep talk. You can do anything you put your mind to, if you just try hard enough. Such a positive message...except when it comes to the will to commit certain acts. Today's blog is another unfortunate tale from the Weston State Hospital, currently known as the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. A young man, despite receiving treatment for his melancholia and suicidal threats was able to secure the means to end his own life.

George Dorsey, born around October of 1886, was the son of Wilbur and Amelia Dorsey. The Dorseys, despite being a prominent family in the Morgantown area, had divorced several years prior. George was living with his mother in Monongalia County, while his father resided in Pennsylvania. 

It is said that George was always a rather despondent, melancholy person, who had often made threats to end his own life. His condition became so bad, that it was decided that it would be in his best interest to be admitted to the state hospital in Weston. He was only 21 years old. 

Dorsey's Grave in Oak Grove Cemetery
Photo by Find-a-Grave
contributor, Rhonda 

It's unclear just how long George resided at the state hospital, but it was clear that whatever treatment he was receiving wasn't working. George had planned on taking his own life by drinking two bottles of ink he had gotten ahold of...but fate would intervene. One day, George was poking around the room of an attendant at the hospital and found a shot gun. Hidden in a trunk was the cartridge.

George decided this would be a much surer way to end it all than drinking ink, so he loaded the gun, held the barrel to his chest, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went just south of his heart, initially sparing his life. He was conscious, talking, and expected to survive his wounds. But again, fate would intervene. On September 21, 1908, George Dorsey died of a hemorrhage. His mother and brother came to collect his body and bring it home for burial. He is interred in the family plot at Oak Grove Cemetery in Morgantown. 

George Dorsey, despite having his whole life ahead of him, and a good family name to back him up, was determined that he should not be long for this world. In 1908, there really weren't any good treatment options for those suffering so severely from depression.  Overcrowding and lack of attendants had also been an issue at the asylum for a long time, but this was a tragedy that seems like it could have so easily been prevented with proper safety and security protocols. But, George also had a backup plan with the ink, and if that didn't work, would have surely found another way. One can only hope that George is finally at peace, a peace not afforded to him during his brief time on earth. 


The Daily Telegram (Clarksburg, WV)
17 September 1908







The Daily Telegram (Clarksburg, WV)
22 September 1908


George Dorsey Death Register
Note: Last name listed as 'Daisy'
Source: WV Vital Statistics