Peter Street

My father owned two homes in his entire life. The only home I lived in as a child was the house my father, his father, and his brother helped build on Peter Street. We lived in Williamson, West Virginia.
Peter Street was not named after Saint Peter. He would have difficulty keeping his Sainthood living there. I believe the name was more of a description of the narrow ribbon of road which rode between two hills. The street went just so far, and then "petered out." There was a path. I saw many a Boy Scout covered in soot, after fighting forest fires, go down the path towards what I assumed were their homes. I once tried to follow the path, but I went so far into uncharted territory, I returned to what I knew.
Just before you reached the end of the road, if you turned sharply to the right, you would go up a hill and on the top of the hill was the grade school. Grades 1-6. It is no longer there. I was told this when I returned many years later. I wanted to show my wife of some thirty years where I had come from. The house Dad built, now owned by a judge, I was told still stands. It is a grand two story building with a garage, and two apartments over the garage. Dad had enough cement blocks, and wood to go one more story. The rent on the two apartments helped on his meager salary too. But, at five what did I know of expenses, and money?
On my first attempt to find it, I missed it completely. It was getting dark, but I surely should have recognized it, but didn't. I had to ask a man sitting on a porch where "The Justice's " used to live. He is the one who told me that a judge now owned the house.