Jerry West: The Life and Legend of a Basketball Icon - Hardcover

Roland Lazenby has taught journalism at Virginia Tech and Radford University for two decades and is the author of Mindgames: The Long, Strange Journey of Phil Jackson and The Show: The Inside Story of the Los Angeles Lakers, among other books. He is a frequent contributor to sports documentaries, including ESPN’s "Sports Century," and a regular guest on television and radio programs. Lazenby’s work has been cited in numerous publications and websites, including Sports Illustrated, the Washington Post, and NBA.com.

Chapter One


Our grandfather wasn't much of a man.

-Charles West

SAGA

Roane County, West Virginia, December 1910

The small boy placed everything that was his, mostly a few tattered clothes, in a paper bag and set out over the hill for the long walk in the cold to a neighbor's farm. It was Christmas 1910, and his mother had just died. There had been a pine coffin and a hurried funeral, and now he was all alone. Fear and confusion welled up in his ten-year-old heart as he trudged along, holding tightly to that bag.

For the rest of his life, Howard West would think back to that frightful day and his trek over that hill. His mother, Salena Kile West, had slipped away at age forty-one, worn down by a succession of troubled maternities amidst a world of toil. She had birthed nine children in fourteen years, a succession of labors that defined the wretchedness of subsistence farm life in rural West Virginia in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. It was a life wrought with unrelenting difficulty for women in that age before rural electrification. Pregnant year after year, all the while faced with the staggering work load of a farm woman: the cooking, washing, cleaning, cutting wood, and tending stove fires seven days a week. Salena had somehow raised the brood of children needed to scratch out a life from the thin soil of the West Virginia hills in rural Roane County, northeast of Charleston. Like so many women of the period, her life had been an act played out in drudgery and isolation. Her first six pregnancies had brought the supposed blessing of six boys to help with her husband's work, but that also meant that for much of her life, she had been the only female to support a family of seven farming males.

The troubled life of Salena Kile West sprung from circumstances all too familiar for generations of rural women. "Living was just drudgery then," a farm wife from that era recalled. "Living-just living-was a problem. No lights. No plumbing. Nothing. Just living on the edge of starvation. That was the farm life for us."

Without electricity, all of a family's water had to be drawn by hand from either a deep well or a nearby creek. A joke of the times was that farm families had "runnin' water"-you had to run back and forth to get it. An extensive federal study of farm family life of that era said each person used an average of 40 gallons per day. That would have been 440 gallons daily for Salena Kile West's family as she neared her end. Water for cooking. Water for scrubbing the unrelenting farm dirt from clothing. Water for working those washboards that left her hands raw. Water for cleaning the small domicile that housed Salena, her husband, Maxwell "Maxie" West, and their nine children. Water for cooking to feed them all.

Yet hauling water and cutting wood, however difficult, weren't the worst of her plight. That would have been the woodstove itself, which had to be kept roaring hot all day long, seven days a week, summer, fall, winter, and spring. Farm life-and a farm woman's exhaustion- centered on that woodstove. When it went out, the cook fire was infernally difficult to restart, thus it required constant fuel and attention, a welcome enough distraction in winter but a pitiless necessity in summer. And with no electricity and no refrigeration, the preparing and canning of vegetables and produce had to be done as they came ripe and were harvested in the heat of summer and early fall. Farm women had to get things preserved and into jars before they spoiled, just another exhaustion in farming's relentless agenda.

In a speech before Congress, Representative John Rankin of Mississippi recalled the era and his mother "burning up in a hot kitchen and bowing down over the washtub or boiling the clothes over a flaming fire in the summer heat." Everything had to be ironed by heavy irons heated on those woodstoves, and Rankin told of seeing his mother "leaning over that hot iron hour after hour until it seemed she was tired enough to drop."

The history of the American frontier-and make no mistake, West Virginia remained a fixture of that frontier in 1910-has been written as a man's story, yet the history itself was borne and endured by women like Salena Kile West. Likewise, the story of her grandson, Jerry West, would seem to be a man's story, yet in so many ways, his success was a product of the strong and enduring women among his forbearers.

Stories passed down through the West family say that the birthing process over the years had been particularly hard on Salena, a typical problem of that era. One federal study said many farm women of the early twentieth century had almost no access to medical care, particularly during childbirth. As a result, a large percentage of them suffered from tears of the perineum, the area between the anus and vagina. These tears, many of which were third degree and left unrepaired, according to the report, were so bad, so painful long after birth, that it was difficult to see how farm women "managed to stay on their feet." And, of course, many didn't.

It was this cumulative effect of the nine births and the harsh life that brought Salena to an early grave, according to family legend. She apparently continued to bleed long after the last birth. In her final exhaustion, she lay in bed as Christmas neared, worrying about her nine children: the little girls, Lula, almost two, and Thelma, three, and Sylvia; six, and her handsome collection of sons, Herman, eight, Howard, ten, Frederick, twelve, Holly, thirteen, Lee, fifteen, and Earl, sixteen. What would happen to them? Who would care for them all?

Her husband, Maxie West, hardly inspired trust. If fact, Charles Dickens couldn't have drawn up a finer scoundrel. Maxwell West himself was a product of West Virginia's harsh farm life: Born into a family of tenant farmers in 1869, he was a working adult, a farm laborer, by age eleven, illiterate and doomed to remain that way his entire life. The harsh challenge of subsistence farm life ennobled some men; others it simply ground under and reduced to pathetic desperation, leaving them dreaming of escape from the long hours, the harsh conditions, and the many mouths to feed. According to legend, Maxie West was a coarse man cut from the wretchedness of the land. Decades after he was gone, family members would harbor passed-down memories of his teeth, badly stained brown by years of chewing and smoking tobacco, and his revolting table manners. He would eat peas with his knife, scooping them up on the blade and letting them roll into his open mouth.

What little control Salena West had over her husband lay in the deed to their small farm. It was in her name, handed down from her family. Small West Virginia farms weren't worth a lot in those days. Although they were needed to feed the many mouths in a family, many of those tracts were valued at less than $200, according to federal records. Then again, $200 was a lot of money in rural West Virginia in 1910. The land was Salena's. And she drew some satisfaction from the idea that she would leave that farm to help sustain her brood.

There, on her deathbed, Salena made Maxie promise that if she signed the farm over to him, he would keep the children together. Eying the deed, he promised dutifully to keep them all in his care and custody.

Within hours of her funeral-"She wasn't even cold before he packed off those children," said granddaughter Hannah West-he made it clear that he never planned to fulfill Salena's wishes. Instead, Maxie West moved quickly to the task of parceling the children out to neighboring farms.

"The phrase his children used later when they were adults was that he 'turned them out,' " recalled Charles West, Maxie's grandson. Apparently Maxie sold the farm quickly. He left it and his nine children behind and found work as a barber in the nearby town of Spencer.

Records show that just six months after burying Salena, Maxie married a local woman who already had an eight-year-old boy and a ten-year- old girl of her own. This second wife, who worked as a domestic servant, soon bore Maxwell two more children.

Records from the era don't say how or why, but Maxie's second wife died in 1915 at age thirty-eight, just a few months after giving birth to a daughter and four short years after taking up with Maxie. Just as he had done the first time he lost a spouse, he quickly abandoned his second family of motherless children by sending all four children to live on her father's farm in Roane County. Unburdened of his offspring, Maxie West would remarry twice more over the ensuing years.

In all, Maxwell West fathered eleven children, and, according to family legend, he boasted of another. In one of his marriages, an underage stepdaughter in her early teen years became pregnant, and Maxie confided to relatives that her child was his. His wife soon learned Maxie's secret. Understandably outraged, she contacted authorities, and Maxie West was arrested and charged with statutory rape. Arrest and prison records in West Virginia are notoriously incomplete for that era, and no record of Maxie's incarceration has turned up, but his grandchildren heard all the family stories about him from their mothers. For decades, women in the West family would say that Maxie West was the kind of relative to be avoided. And no matter what, never leave him alone with the children.

It was to a neighbor's farm that little Howard West trudged that week of Christmas 1910. Rolla Starcher, a sheep farmer, had agreed to take him in. Starcher, a distant cousin of Salena Kile, had been married for years to wife Bertha. Typical of the families of rural Appalachia in 1910, the Starchers' three adult children still lived with their parents on the farm. They welcomed Howard warmly into their home, and in time it would become clear that, as harsh as the circumstances were, the Starchers had saved little Howard West. His mother's death meant that he would not have to grow up in the close company of his dreadful father.

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