This is a picture of my grandfather R C White. He was called Cliff White. The R stands for Richard. The C either stands for Clifton or Clifford - I've seen both in his records. He was born on July 9, 1896. 

Though I was very young when he died, I have wonderful memories of him. He owned a sawmill and a small store and he always had some penny candy ready for his grandchildren. He died of lung cancer March 17, 1961. I remember the last time I saw him, he was quite ill - his bed had been moved to the living room. He held my hand, told me he loved me, and to be a good girl. My mom kissed him goodbye. It was a quiet ride home to NJ. Not long after, we all went back to WV for the funeral. The weather was terrible and I still remember that long walk up that hill to the White cemetery where he was buried. I've been back many times. I think standing on that little mountaintop is one of the prettiest views there is. If you ever want to go, I've marked it on Google. Take good walking shoes, be ready to walk past the cows, and you might have to climb over the gate. It's worth it.