March & April 2017

On this web page you will find the current newsletter and some items of continuing interest from earlier newsletters, such as historical recipes and research helps; and you will see the 2015 calendar of upcoming FCHA meetings and sponsored events. We also invite you to visit the local newspaper's excellent community calendar at 



March 6, 7 P.M., Our Next Meeting, Featuring a Program on Our Musical Heritage, Presented by Mark and Ute Miller, with Dan Totan

Hosts: Nathan and Lillie Reeves, B.F. Hicks, Laurie and Joel Dihle, Frankie Cooper and Ken Greer 

Meal: Potluck - Bring a meat, vegetable, salad, or dessert. Hosts provide table settings, paper goods, and drinks and ice.

Location: Mt. Vernon Music Hall

Renowned musicians Mark and Ute Miller, along with Dan Totan will entertain us with a lively world tour of music through countries such as Mexico, South America and Europe. You'll recognize a few American classics as well. Here is a brief bio on these very talented artists:

Now in his 19th season as concertmaster of the East Texas Symphony Orchestra, violinist Mark Miller also performs with the Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra and other area ensembles. He is a founder and president of Mount Vernon Music Association. He also co-directs the chamber series "The Color of Sound" at Texas A&M University - Commerce and maintains a private studio in Dallas.

Ute Miller is the principal violist of the East Texas Symphony, performs frequently with the Dallas and Fort Worth Symphony Orchestras and has appeared as a soloist with the East Texas Symphony Orchestra. A founder and the Treasurer of Mount Vernon Music Association, Ute performs with her husband Mark in the violin-viola ensemble Duo Renard. She also produces the Color of Sound series at Texas A&M Commerce, where she was Artist-in-Residence.

Dan Totan is an active soloist, chamber musician, and orchestral performer, having performed on four continents in a variety of venues and ensembles featuring a diverse repertory ranging from Baroque to contemporary music and various styles from "classical" to pop, rock, jazz, and more. Born into a family of musicians in Bucharest, Romania, Dan Totan began studying the cello with his father at the age of eight. Presently, Dan is principal cellist of the Irving Symphony Orchestra, a member of the Piano and San Angelo Symphonies, and teaches as Adjunct Cello Professor at Southwestern Adventist University.

May 1

Hosts: Cynthia Loftis and John Bradberry, Karen Smith, Lamanda and Michael Griffith, Lisa Lowry

Meal: Potluck - Bring a meat, vegetable, salad, or dessert. Hosts provide table settings, paper goods, and drinks and ice.

Program: Keith Kridler, Native Plant Landscaping 

Location: Arts Alliance Cultural Arts Center 

July 3

Hosts: Bob and Donna McFarland, Norm and Carol Horn, Paul and Victoria Fletcher 

Meal: Potluck - Bring a meat, vegetable, salad, or dessert. Hosts provide table settings, paper goods, and drinks and ice.

Program: Mike McCrary, Steamboats on the Red 

Location: Hagansport Community Center 

September 4

Hosts: B.F. Hicks, Beverly McPherson, Jacque Bateman, Jean Ann Marshall 

Meal: Potluck - Bring a meat, vegetable, salad, or dessert. Hosts provide table settings, paper goods, and drinks and ice.

Program: Paul Benson, The Man Who Invented Breakfast Food

Location: Masonic Lodge

November 6

Hosts: Jerald and Mary Lou Mowery, Kay Howell, Joe Jancosek and Jenny Dennis 

Meal: Potluck - Bring a meat, vegetable, salad, or dessert. Hosts provide table settings, paper goods, and drinks and ice.

Program: Fannie Hively, Ezekiel Airship Museum, Pittsburg, Texas 

Location: Century Room


A reception and show of The Nature of Things - Daphne Prairie, by renowned landscape artist, Deborah 
Paris, was held Friday, February 3, in the second floor gallery of the Old Fire Station Museum. Over 200 
guests attended this exceptional event.

The subject of these exquisite works of art is Daphne Prairie, approximately 925 acres of native Texas 
grasslands. Located in Franklin County, the property is owned by attorney, historian and preservationist, 
B.F. Hicks.

Ms. Paris spent a year sketching the subtle nuances of nature's changing seasons on the prairie. The result 
is paintings that are more than just mere pictures in frames -they are unfolding stories told from multiple 
perspectives and mediums.

The Daphne Prairie exhibit was shown last fall at Fort Worth's Madeline R. Samples Exhibit Hall at the 
Botanical Research Institute of Texas. Ms. Paris has also been featured in American Painting Video 
Magazine, American Artist, Southwest Art, The Pastel Journal, and Professional Artist Magazine. Her 
work was shown in the Laguna Art Museum, the Albuquerque Museum of Art, the Panhandle - Plains 
Museum, the Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum, The National Wildlife Museum, and the Gilcrease 

Ms. Paris is the founder of the Landscape Atelier, and author of the popular blogs Deborah Paris - A 
Painting Life and Field Notes, the blog of the Landscape Atelier. She offers online classes which attract students throughout the U.S. and Canada, Europe, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa.

Deborah Paris' exhibit will be on display in the Old Fire Station Museum in Mount Vernon through December 31, 2017. The museum is open Saturdays from 10 a.m., until 2 p.m., or you may call the Franklin County Historical Visitor's Center (903-537-4760) to arrange an appointmenT.

To read more about Daphne Prarie on the BRIT website, go to


Images from the show can be viewed at

http://deborahparis.com/GalleryMain.asp?GalleryID=162317&AKey=LCEK6WCL or on Facebook at

https://www.facebook.com/deborahmparis/posts/l 0207055019596347

More about the artist may be found at



Their estate’s gift of $50,000.00 gave the FCHA the funding to undertake restoration of the fire station which we now enjoy as our fire station museum.

First National Bank of Mt. Vernon (under the leadership of Kenneth Greer, President) arranged acquisition of the building with the understanding that our organization under Doris Barrett Meek, FCHA President in 1991, would raise funds to convert the building.  The Arthur bequest soon followed.  It is the largest cash gift provided to the FCHA for museum development.


The Wilkinson Texana Library, housed in the Fire Station Museum, is now more user-friendly, and is available for members of the Franklin County Historical Association and public to use, according to Robert Sterling Long, Librarian and curator for the FCHA.

For the last two years, Long and volunteers have been going through the volumes in the Library, getting them in subject order, and making the Library usable.

While it is not a lending library, that is, books cannot be checked out, the Wilkinson Texana Library is a research facility where the books are available for use onsite when the Museum itself is open.  “We have a good selection of books on various topics – ranching in Texas, the Texas Revolution, important Texans in history – especially Sam Houston – and have years of Texas Highways magazines with its wonderful short articles on Texas and Texans,” Long said.

The Wilkinson Texana Library had its genesis with an initial donation of books from Judge Tom Wilkinson’s library, and a cash donation was included to get the facility started.  Since then, donations and memorials have added to the Library’s holdings, and now, specific volumes, authors, and titles will be chosen to broaden the history of Texas available there.

“We have had several faithful contributors through the years who have provided books to build our holdings.  Now, we want to add specialty volumes.  We only have a few of J. Frank Dobie’s books, and none by the other members, with Dobie, of the Texas triumvirate – Roy Bedichek and Walter Prescott Webb.  We hope to add their classic works, along with books by local authors and historians,” Long added.

A computer is available, and copies of the Mount Vernon Optic-Herald, on microfilm and CD, are part of the Library’s holdings. 
Those using the Library are asked to not re-shelve books, but leave them on the window ledges to be put back by Library volunteers.


Robert Long, Librarian for the FCHA and member of board of directors, asked that we recognize the role of our major donor for the last decade. Constantly providing us with books related to Texas, we have a first rate Texana Collection in the Wilkinson Library. Tom Wilkinson III gave the funds to furnish the library in 1993, including installing cabinets and shelves. Some 23 years later, we recognize the role of the donor of over half of the books in the library. Check out the library and the plaque recognizing the role of volunteer Dominick Cirincione. Here is the text of the plaque:
For service, gifts and ceaseless attention to the development of the Texas History Library in the Fire Station Museum in Mt. Vernon, Texas, the Franklin County Historical Association awards a Life Membership to Dominick J. (Nick) Cirincione.

The famed Texas Naturalist Roy Bedichek writes of conservation in the 1940’s.  If you read his ADVENTURES WITH A TEXAS NATURALIST you’ll find he’s right on target.  That recommendation came from Harry Lawler.  But it was on the heels of Jabez and Joan Galt gifting me with everything by Aldo Leopold (best known for SAND COUNTY ALMANAC -same time frame as Bedichek).  Both men propose highway rights-of-way as shelter for rare plants while the plains and forests are consumed by agriculture and commercial activities. 
You’ll find that true here.  August was wet this year.  The rain spurred our native grasses with extra energy to set seed heads rarely seen and by October we had beautiful stands of unusual plumes and fine grasses arrayed along our highway rights-of-way. 
I hope some of the seeds managed to set.  I loaded up several truck loads of passengers for grass tours this October.  Let’s see what 2017 offers; you’ll want to be on the lookout for some of these.  On FM 1896, we had big bluestem in real glory; it had turned a burnished copper and was filled with seed heads.  One good stand was holding its own, higher than the invasive Johnson Grass (brought from India and now a bane for cattle and our countryside).  And Indian grass responded amazingly well to those August rains.  I did not realize we had as much.  I loaded up Joel Dihle to drive to the hill south of town at the Fuquay Cemetery; what a year; gives you a sense of the “grass harp” described in the book of the same name regarding a cemetery hill in Alabama.  And I caught Bob McFarland and insisted he ride east on 67 to the crossing over Ripley Creek where a lush stand of Eastern Gamma was flourishing; a grass almost extinct from overgrazing in our pastures.  I wanted a witness.   And then David Vanderpool showed just enough interest that I convinced David and wife Margie to load up and proceeded to drag them for two hours across a range of properties and I did deliver purple topped tridens in full glory.  A nutritious grass which the buffalo would have grazed.  Only a few of the grasses our ancestors would have encountered two full centuries ago when they first rode into this landscape.  
Carl Edwin Newsom shows up at my office with wife and son to purchase Ray Loyd Johnson’s REFLECTIVE RAYS and I load them up to drive east and to look at the array of long spike tridens all along the sides of the highway just outside town.  An unusual clump of dark brown seed heads suited to landscapes and often sold by nurseries; growing wild in thick clumps.  
Now, the highway department soon mowed down the grasses to about 4 inches.  I hope some seeds had matured.  And the wondrous eastern gamma seems really destroyed but these grasses have roots and some of the clumps were here when our ancestors came through so I’ll hold out hope.  Someday there will be some appreciation.  Mark and Ute Miller have clumps of our native bluestem transplanted to their driveway and I have cupgrass just to have it; cupgrass is truly almost gone and yet its seed is the favorite for the painted bunting.  
Oh, I paid the Vanderpools back:  David will be able to spread seeds over his pasture in a prairie recovery project.  Our native songbirds will sing praises for his efforts.  Check with me in October 2017; maybe I’ll charter a bus if the climate has cooperated and the highway department is delayed.


These are reports from just one weekend from visitors who logged in about their visits to Mt. Vernon and to the hidden geocache treasure box we maintain for tourists at the 1894 railroad depot.  It gets visitors off the Interstate; it gets money and business into our town.  It lets people learn a bit of our history and heritage.  That Ken Greer, Chuck Armstrong and John Hicks all have assisted in maintaining this box; we owe them gratitude for their volunteerism.  Call and we’ll find a new box location and you can become a cache master too!

Listed are some of the comments from our visitors:

“Quick Park and Grab.  Huge container and everything in great shape.  Driving through on the way back home.  Trying to knock out as many counties as I can for the challenge.”

“My son and I were out for an evening stroll and found this one.  Thanks for the Cache.”

“We drove to Mount Vernon with the family muggles to have a pizza at Steve-O’s.  Afterwards we took the time to find this cache.  A really nice cache full of swag in a great location.  Picked up the travel bag and left our pathtag.  Thanks so much for the hide.”


Frances Irene Flowe McFerron, wife of Claude "Mac" McFerron, and stepmother to his children, was born November 30, 1913, to Fred R. & Annie Caudle Flowe in the Union Community of Franklin County. Irene had three younger brothers: Edwin, Ray and Billy Jack.

As a student at Mt. Vernon High School, a few of her graduating classmates were Rufus Bolger, Artell Bolin, Frank Hicks, Pauline Hicks, Norman Mattingly and Watermelon Mills. As a young girl, she worked at the Franklin County Court House, first in the County Clerk's office for Jim Kidwell and later for Carlton Newsome, who was serving jointly as the County Judge and the County School Superintendent, back when there was such an office, an interesting fact noted in the July 29, 1999, Optic Herald's Letter to the Editor and confirmed by Irene herself.

Irene and "Mac" live in Des Moines, Iowa, but she stays connected to her home town through the Optic Herald, 
Franklin County Genealogical Society and the Franklin County Historical Association.

As Irene turns 103 years of age this month, Franklin County Genealogical Society would like to recognize and honor her as a long-time member. As a supporter of FCGS, to help with raising funds for our renovation of the old Crescent Drug Store, she was #16 to become a Crescent Club member on our Crescent Club plaque. In talking with Irene, it is apparent that her roots in Franklin County run deep and her pride in her home town of Mt. Vernon is evident. Irene's love for Franklin County and its people has endured through all these years. Her life is one that has been lived to the fullest and she has many interesting stories to tell. Definitely she is a person you'd like to know better!
(This article is reprinted with permission from the Franklin County Genealogy Society newsletter. Mrs. McFerron is a major donor to our organization as well as to the Genealogical Society. She celebrated her 103rd birthday in November, 2016.)


2 C flour
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
1 2/2 C sugar
1/2 tsp salt
2 eggs
1 stick butter
#303 can fruit cocktail

Cream together first 4 ingredients, with the butter. Add juice from fruit cocktail and 2 well-beaten eggs. Finally, stir in the fruit and bake in 2 cake pans or 1 loaf pan.

Topping: Combine 1 1/2 C brown sugar and 1 or 1/2 C pecans sprinkled over the cake while in the pan.

3/4 C white sugar
1/2 C canned milk
1 stick butter
1 can angel coconut

Melt butter and add sugar and milk. Cook 2-3 minutes. Add coconut. Pour on cake while both are hot.

Agnes Wilkinson Burns (1895-1990) "Miss Agnes," as she was known to generations of Franklin County music students, was born Lillian Agnes Wilkinson, in Hickory Hill, Titus County, in 1895. She was the eldest child of R.T. And Lele Nelson Wilkinson, who moved to Mt. Vernon two years later and spent the rest of their lives in Mt. Vernon. In 1915 Agnes married Frank Burns, and the young couple set up housekeeping on West Main Street. Their "honeymoon" cottage is presently the home of Mel and Bari Lynn Treider.

"Miss Agnes" began her piano teaching career the same year, continuing to teach for the next 75 years, shortly before her death in 1990. Her career spanned four generations of Franklin County residents. She was one of four children; her siblings were R.T. Wilkinson, Jr., (father of Mt. Vernon's Tom Wilkinson), Gladys Wilkinson, Winkle, and Maurice Wilkinson.

By Donna McFarland

Members of the FCHA Board hosted a tour for several members of the local Boy Scout troop. The badge project was for the boys to learn about local history and famous Americans to complete a badge called "Paws for Action." The troop, along with their leaders and several sister siblings enjoyed a day of learning about Franklin County local history. The tour began at the 1940 Fire Station Museum, where they learned about local hometown hero, Don Meredith, discovered the vast amount of native American and natural history in Franklin County through the Indian artifact, bird eggs and new exhibit of paintings of renowned local Daphne Prairie, as captured by artist Deborah Paris of Clarksville.

Next the group went on to learn about early transportation in the newly-renovated Old Railroad Depot. The kids were able to see how their town of Mount Vernon looked during the 1950s, by exploring the new model train exhibit and the model scale replica of the town.

The last leg of the tour was just off the historic Bankhead Highway, where they toured the Henry Clay Thruston house, home of the tallest soldier in the Civil War. This was of particular interest to the 7th graders in the group who are currently studying Civil War history in their classroom.

The FCHA has an active educational outreach program and is available for school and other groups for tours. Tours can be arranged by calling Gail Reed at 903-537-4760.


Jerald and Mary Lou Mowery were named 2017 Man and Woman of the Year at the Franklin County Chamber of Commerce banquet held on February 25th, at First Baptist Church Family Life Center in Mount Vernon. The annual award is bestowed upon those who have gone above and beyond in volunteerism and service to the community. Jerald and Mary Lou certainly fit those standards.

In our Franklin County Historical Association, Jerald serves as 1st Vice-President, and Mary Lou as Treasurer. Restoration and preservation of our museums has always been a special love of the Mowery's. The Cotton Belt Museum would not be what it is today without them. They have contributed well over 1,000 volunteer hours each in developing the new train exhibit, framing photos of the community and restoring the depot to its former glory.

At the Old Fire Station Museum, the Mowery's donated the new, museum-quality, sliding and lockable glass doors for the Don Meredith exhibit. The updated look gives tourists a clearer view of the display, as well as greater ease for keeping it clean. Jerald and Mary Lou love and care for these historical landmarks just as they do their own home. It isn't uncommon to drive by one of these locations and find them cleaning, painting, or making repairs on one of the old buildings.

The "Santa's Sweeties" project was a special dream of Mary Lou's. She organized a group of ladies who were interested in making old world Santas, each unique and adorned with beautiful fabrics and decorations. The proceeds from the sale of the Santas go to their Children's Benevolent Fund which provides scholarships to camps, mission trips, or educational programs for children of Franklin County who otherwise would not be able to attend.

Jerald is a frequent bus driver for the Bountiful House. His interaction with these children is one of the few positive influences that some receive. A master wood craftsman, Jerald also built over 500 Bluebird houses and distributed them throughout the community. Currently, he's building and replacing all the directional posts in Dupree Park. Known for its walking and hiking trails, this park is enjoyed by locals and tourists alike.

The Mowerys are active and faithful members of First United Methodist Church in Mount Vernon. They are charter members of the Upper Room Sunday School class. Mary Lou has served on various boards and committees and Jerald is always willing to make shelves, crosses, a pulpit, or whatever is asked of him. It seems that wherever there is a need in Franklin County, Jerald and Mary Lou are a part of it. One of their many attributes is their ability to motivate people to take pride and become active members of our community. Most of all, they do everything in the most gracious and unassuming manner. It is their selfless giving that made them the perfect recipients of this award.

Franklin County Historical Association salutes Jerald and Mary Lou Mowery as 2017 Man and Woman of the Year!


We would like to thank everyone for the successful opening of the newly renovated Cotton Belt Depot Museum. The model train exhibit depicting Mount Vernon in the 1950s delighted all ages as did the pictorial display and 1896 Studebaker wagon in the freight room. What a wonderful reminder of our town's rich heritage!

Jerald Mowery heads up the Stationmaster's Guild and they meet the second Saturday of each month, March through December, 10 a.m. until noon, in the Depot's Model Train Room. They will be running the trains, giving lessons, and hosting tours. Please come by and join them, whether as a visitor, or to receive instruction on how to operate these beautiful trains.

Right next to the Depot, Joel Dihle will also be on hand on second Saturdays at our newly restored Blacksmith Shop. He welcomes visitors to come by and learn about "smithing". In the early days, these craftsmen created objects from steel by forging hot metal, using tools to hammer, bend and cut. From this process, blacksmiths created tools, and agricultural implements, as well as the familiar western movie image of pounding out horseshoes. This is a great opportunity to learn about a profession that was such integral part in building our nation.

These treasured exhibits provide a unique insight into a bygone era that our entire community and tourists can enjoy. Now, it's time for us to address their critical needs! Both the Depot and Blacksmith Shop are in dire need of repairs and fresh paint. Jerald and Mary Lou Mowery volunteered to repair the exterior so the painters could begin their preliminary work, but there is still so much more to do to maintain and preserve these iconic buildings.

Would you please consider becoming an employee of the Cotton Belt Railroad? We really could use your help in restoring the exterior of your historic Depot and Blacksmith Shop. With any contribution of $50 or more, your name will be placed on a plaque in the museum. All donations are tax deductible and will make it possible for the FCHA to maintain these historic exhibits.

The five levels include: Flagman - $50; Brakeman - $100; Ticket Master - $250; Conductor - $500; and Engineer - $1,000. If you would like to donate, or know more about these exhibits, contact the Franklin County Historical Association Headquarters at 903-537-4760, or email fchadirector@gmail.com.


Gail Reed of Mount Vernon assumed duties as manager/coordinator for the Franklin County Historical 
Association December 1, 2016. "I hope to help promote the many assets of the FCHA and make them more visible in the community and surrounding area," Ms. Reed said. "There are so many things we can offer people in the community, and it's free."
She replaces Elaine McFeely, who resigned in September to accept another job. Ms. Reed brings myriad of talent and experience to the position. Gail worked for the past two years with Integrity Rail Services in Mount Pleasant. She performed office duties, accounting, handling funds, as well as interacting with customers and visitors. Meanwhile, she has developed her writing skills, and with friends coauthored the recently published book, A Flock of Sparrows.
Her previous twelve years were spent as a quality auditor for Pilgrim's Pride, assuring the products made country wide by the company met high standards. After raising children, she re-entered the workforce in 2000 as a commodity grader traveling statewide, primarily grading poultry and poultry products, for the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

Gail's early skills were honed in helping to establish her late husband Dennis Michael Reed's veterinary practice; often working as receptionist, bookkeeper and assistant to the doctor. The couple married in 1973, and moved from a veterinary practice in Quitman to establish the clinic in 
Mount Vernon in 1976.

Though born in Houston, Gail has roots in Franklin County, and is the younger of two daughters born to Albert L. "Shorty" and Mary (Ledbetter) Scroggins. The family moved to Franklin County when she was seven to be nearer her grandfather, Albert, for whom the Scroggins Community was named. Her grandparents operated a country store and lumber mill at this location. The family then moved to Sulphur Springs where Gail graduated high school. She continued her 
education at East Texas University, now Texas A&M University-Commerce.

Gail has four grown children, daughters, Robin Simmons of Pittsburg, Laura Calvert of Grandview, Keely Sheets of Wylie and son, Michael Reed of Mount Vernon. She delights in her eleven grandchildren.

Gail will be at the FCHA's Parchman House Visitor's Center and Headquarters 9 A.M. to 3 P.M., Tuesday through Friday, and is available during that time to provide tours of all of the organization's five facilities.

Gail says, “I have always had a love of history and this position provides an excellent chance to explore and promote our area's rich past. I've received incredible support from the Board of Directors and I'm excited about diving into my new role. Our extensive membership and spirit of volunteerism is both remarkable and inspiring. If I've not met you already, please feel free to come by the Parchman House Visitor's Center and introduce yourself. I look forward to meeting and working with each of you!” 

Contact Gail by phone or email:
office 903-537-4760


At least at the end of 20 16, there are large tax credits available if money is spent in the rehabilitation of a historic building. The City of Mt. Vernon Economic Development Board is funding the application process in an effort to have all the downtown commercial area included in a National Register Historic District, which would then further the possibility for tax credits and other incentives for historic preservation in Mt. Vernon. If you are interested in guidelines, check out the Texas Historic Commission link:

Robert Long comes from Houston for a week or so every month.  Robert and Cindy Stutts have placed 50 pounds of mothballs into the 95 large storage cartons in our Gertrude Smith archival facility.  
Robert thinks that some WWI vintage clothes were infested when brought into the facility.  At the first sign of active moth damage, Robert went into gear.  After researching application rates, he went into damage-control mode and followed the practice his mother (beloved music teacher Miss Dorothy) would advocate:  A little is good and more is much better.  
What are we protecting:  12 cartons and several small crates of vintage military items.  And then 85 boxes with a searchable data base.  Type in the word “bonnet” into our archival database and you’ll find a dozen bonnets described; color; donor; vintage – back to 1880 at least – and the carton holding the particular item.  You’ll find box cameras given by Peggy Todd and Patricia Ferguson; a wealth of military clothing worn by Virginia Birdsong McCarrey; a buggy blanket used by Mr. Louis Black given by his son Charles; and Dr. J.M. Fleming’s horsehair blanket (yes:  blankets to protect the rider in the open-air buggy long before the automobile came into use).  
We have several hand-loomed coverlets; linen and wool blends with threads spun here made on looms in homes in the 19th century including coverlets of the Long and Arthur families.  
We have wonderful historic displays.  Just check out the photographic displays in the railroad depot freight room.  The exhibit opened in October 2016 after volunteers Linda Philhower, Sandee Casey, Mary Lou Mowery, Cynthia Loftis, Jerald Mowery and others soldiered through the summer heat to renovate and redecorate our 1894 depot.  Call our new office manager Gail Reed (903-537-4760) and have her open the facility;  she’ll arrange a tour at your convenience.  Please bring a child.  Jerald and Mary Lou put a cover back on the 1896 Studebaker covered wagon; a child can now visualize the real trip taken from Alabama to Texas in 1902 as a family immigrated to Franklin County.  And if you want your grandchild to see grandma in a bonnet, have Gail call up the records for bonnets and model one.  We’re proud of our archives.  We want to store them in the mothballs BUT we want to be able to pull them out and show them off for our members and friends.  We have real history here and we want to share it. 
The theme of the Texas Historical Commission is Real People Telling Real Stories.  We have the real stories; the real people; and their possession passed on for another generation to study.  


Donated by Emily Lucid, M.D., in memory of Dr. Terry 
Donated by Kim Rutledge-Lee Dykes, in memory of Charles & Dean Teague
Donated by Minnie Birdsong, in memory of Martha Slaughter
Donated by Robert Spearman, in memory of Dr. Dennis M. Reed
Donated by Kay Frazier, in memory of Beth Branch


“Lazy Mary, will you get up, will you get up,” Mother sang as she pulled my covers back.

“It’s still night,” I answered sleepily as I sat up.  I blinked a few times and then remembered.  Mother and I had slept over at Mama and Papa’s house so we could help the neighbors gather their share of the vegetables from Papa’s garden.

“I borrowed a shirt and overalls from Mike for you to wear,” Mother said as she whisked off my nightgown and held a plaid shirt for me.

“What’s Mike going to wear?” I asked as I fumbled with the buttons.  They were on the wrong side.

“He has some new overalls.  These are too little for him.  Step in!” Mother commanded as she held the overalls for me.  Two straps crossed over the back and buttoned to the bib in front.

I stepped into my sandals and tried to stand still while Mother buckled them and braided my hair.

“Run along to the kitchen.  Mama’s making pancakes for breakfast.”

I didn’t have to be urged.  Mama’s pancakes were very tasty with the ribbon cane syrup Papa and a neighbor made every fall.  

Mike was already seated at the kitchen table when I walked in.  I sat down beside him.  He greeted me with “You got on my overalls.”

“Mommy said they were too little for you,” I replied. “They’re very nice.”

“You can have them,” Mike said grandly, “I have new ones.”

“They’re nice, too.  They look like big boy overalls.”

“I am a big boy,” Mike said as Aunt Tootsie put plates with two pancakes on the table in front of him and me and poured a generous dollop of syrup for each of us.

Mike ate his two pancakes and decided that was enough; I did the same.  Aunt Tootsie helped us wash up and told us to go help Papa. 

I saw four people in the garden as Mike and I walked toward the well where Papa was standing.  “Morning, kids,” Papa called.  He picked up the pitchfork that was leaning against the well.  “Let’s go pull up some onions.”   We followed him to the onion patch.  “Put the onions in that wash tub there,” Papa instructed.  “Let the neighbors have as many of them as they want.”  He walked along the edge of the garden to where the turnips were growing some distance away and used his pitchfork to loosen the soil.

I tugged on an onion that wouldn’t budge and paused.  “Your mother told us if we saw some old people that needed help, we should help them.  How do you tell they need help?”

“I don’t know.  I guess if they fall down we can help them up.”

I pulled on the onion again.  “They may need help pulling up onions.”

Mike looked at the onion top he had broken off the bulb, which was still in the ground.  “We need something to dig with.”

I thought about that for a moment.  “When Mama works in the flower bed, she uses a thing that sorta looks like a little spade.  Maybe that would work.  It’s in the shed with the rakes and stuff, I guess.  Let’s go look.”

The tool shed had all sorts of woodworking and gardening tools that were hanging on racks mounted on the wall, but none of them were what I was looking for.  Then I saw a wooden tool caddy on the floor underneath the workbench. 
“That’s Mama’s box,” I said.  We pulled it out and looked inside.  “This is it,” I said as I picked up a trowel.  “This is Mama’s little spade.”

We pushed the tool caddy back in its place under the workbench and carried the trowel back to the garden.
After several unsuccessful attempts, we devised a system that worked.  I used the trowel as a lever by pushing the blade under the onion and then pressing down on the handle to force the onion up.  Mike would stand on the opposite side and pull it out of the ground. 

We filled the tub fairly quickly, but the neighbors were just as quickly emptying it, so we stayed busy.  Finally we filled the tub, and most of the neighbors had left.

Mike stood up and looked across the garden.  “Do you think that lady needs some help?”

I looked where he was pointing.  A lady stood in the middle of the garden.  She would pick up her bucket, take a few steps, and set the bucket down.  “I think she must be tired,” I answered.

“Or the bucket’s too heavy for her to carry.  I’d better go help.”

“I’m coming too,” I said.

Mike called to her as we approached.  “Can we help you?”
She set the bucket down.  “If it’s too heavy for me to carry, I don’t know how you little tykes can help.”

I peeked into the lady’s bucket.  “Here, Mike, you carry the turnips,” I said as I took them from the bucket and handed them to him.  “I’ll carry the corn,” I said as I stacked the ears on my left arm with one end resting against my tummy.  “Can you carry the rest, ma’am?” I asked the lady.

She lifted the bucket.  “Yes, I believe I can.”

Mike and I followed as she slowly walked to her car and paused at the back to open the trunk.

“Would you like to have some onions?” Mike asked as she took the ears of corn from me.

“I would, but I’m just too tired to get them now.”

“I’ll get them,” I said.  “Mike can help you put the other stuff in the car.”

I selected as many onions from the tub as I could carry and started back to the lady’s car.  Mike ran to help me, and together we put them in her trunk.

“I’m Mrs. Blake.  What is your name?” the lady asked as she opened her car door.

“I’m Mike.  She’s my cousin, Kay.”

Mrs. Blake picked up her purse and fished around inside. “You must be Thelma’s boy,” she said to Mike.

“No, ma’am,” he answered, “her mommy is Aunt Thelma.”

“Now I’m confused,” Mrs. Blake said to me, “if your mother is Thelma, the redhead, where did you get all that black hair?”

It was a question I got often, and I knew the answer.  “God gave it to me,” I replied.

Mrs. Blake looked puzzled for a moment and then chuckled. “Yes, He did.  I needed reminding about that.”  She reached out to Mike.  “Here, Mike, hold out your hand.”
Mike did as he was told, and she laid a bright silver coin on his palm.

“Oh, Mike, it’s a dime.  Now maybe you can get the firetruck you’ve been wanting.”  I looked up at Mrs. Blake.  “He likes stuff that makes noise.”

“Well, what are you going to buy with your dime?” she asked as she placed a coin in my hand.

“Oh, I’ve never had any money of my own before,” I exclaimed.  “Thank you.”  I thought for a moment.  “I’d really like to have a new book.”

“You know,” Mrs. Blake said, “I have some books and some toys that belong to my two sons.  They’re fighting for Uncle Sam now, and I’m all alone.  Maybe you’d like to come visit me and play with their toys.”

“Sure,” Mike said, “but we have to ask Papa to take us.”

“Of course you do.  I’ll be looking forward to your visit.”  She sat down in the driver’s seat of her car and leaned out the window.  “You’d better step away from the car because I’m not a good driver.”

We backed away from the car and watched as she killed the engine twice while trying to back up and then made a grinding noise as she shifted into first gear.

“I hope she makes it home,” Mike observed.

“Oh, she will,” I answered.  “She’s too nice not to.”  I looked around.  “Everybody’s gone, and I’m hungry.  Let’s go see if dinner’s ready.”

“Okay.”  We started walking to the house, and Mike stopped. “Wait a minute.  Papa told me when the job’s done, you put away your tools.”

“Mama’s little spade.  I left it in the onion patch.”
Mike looked at my tightly clenched right hand.  “You still hanging on to that dime?  Put it in your pocket before you lose it.”

“Girls don’t have pockets.  They have purses.”

“Those overalls have pockets.  See?”  Mike pointed to the side seam of my overalls.

I opened the placket that revealed the pocket sewed into the side seam.  “That’s a pocket?” I asked.

“Sure.  That’s where boys put their stuff.”

“Okay.  I don’t have my purse, so I’ll put the dime there.” “Wait a minute.  That pocket may have a hole in it.  Let me hold your dime while you check.”  Mike held out his hand, and I gave him my precious dime.

“That’s not a pocket,” I said as my hand went through the placket and halfway down the leg of my—previously Mike’s—overalls. 

“Feel of the other pocket.  I didn’t carry much stuff there.”
I rammed my left hand into the left pocket.  “I guess it’s okay,” I said.

“Let me feel,” Mike said.  He put his hand in my left pocket and withdrew it.  “It’s okay,” he said.  “Don’t tell anybody I put my hand in your pocket.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t exactly know.  Papa just told me some stuff about touching girls.  I can’t tell.  Here’s your dime.”

I took the dime and carefully put it in my pocket.  Then we retrieved the trowel and placed it back in Mama’s tool caddy.
When we walked into the kitchen Mother shooed us out with a call to Mike’s mother.  “Tootsie, come help the kids wash up.  They look like they’ve been rooting around in the pig pen.”
We did not.  We just had a little dirt on our hands and pant legs, but we didn’t object to getting our clothes brushed off with a whiskbroom and washing up.  I grinned through the whole ordeal.  I had a dime in my pocket.

Mike and I sat together at the dinner table.  In between big bites we whispered about our adventures of the morning.  Halfway through the meal our grandfather interrupted our private conversation.

“I understand you kids worked for wages today,” he said.

Mike looked at me, and I looked at him.  “We don’t know what that means,” he said.

When you do a job of work and the person you worked for gives you money, that money is called ‘wages,’” Papa explained.  “Did you work for wages today?”

“Are we in trouble?” Mike whispered to me.

“Don’t know,” I whispered, “but he knows that we got some money.”  I looked at Papa.  “I helped Mrs. Blake, and she gave me a dime,” I told him.

“I did too, and she gave me a dime,” Mike said.  “Her boys are fighting for Uncle Sam like my daddy.” 

“I know,” Papa said.  “Now tell me what you’re going to do with your money.”

Mike and I had another  whispered conference.

I sat up straight in my chair and lifted my chin.  “We don’t know yet,” I announced.  “We have to study on it.”

“That’s right,” Mike said, “study on it.”

The grownups at the table laughed heartily.

Mother used her napkin to wipe away the laughter tears streaming down her face.  “We’re going to have to separate those two.  If they get any smarter, the world won’t be safe.”
Separate us?  Not a chance.  We were cousins.  And I had a dime in my pocket.



One country doctor that I knew back in Northeast Texas while I was growing up in and around Mount Vernon during the 1940s and 1950s was a “Dr. Fred”.

Dr. Fred was born in Pike County, Indiana, in 1879, the son of Alice Matilda (Laws) and Styles Mounterville Taylor, with Styles also being a medical doctor.  From Indiana the family eventually migrated to Franklin County, Texas, where Fred was living in 1900 at age 20, and was a prescription drug salesman.

We are told that Fred then attended Eclectic Medical University in Kansas City, Kansas, from where he graduated in 1905.  After graduation from medical school Fred then returned to the Titus County, Texas, area where he apparently practiced medicine the rest of his life.

And, there is a story in our family oral history about another family of our relatives back in the 1930’s who had several sons, and who lived out in the country in the north part of Franklin County.

One time one of the sons came down sick with the Mother eventually becoming worried about the son and sending for Dr. Fred.

So, late one afternoon during wintertime, Dr. Fred set out for the family’s home; but on arriving at the home, the Mother met him at the door and told him that they had no money to pay him for the care.

So old Dr. Fred then assured the Mother that all would be well if she would merely bake him some hot biscuits, and pay the rest when the cotton crop came in later.

Then, after the good Doctor had examined the boy in one of the back rooms of the house, he came out and said, “Mae, I gave that boy a dose of medicine and he is going to be all right, but you have another one of the boys back there who is in just as bad a shape.”

So, a little later after the biscuits finished baking, Dr. Fred then consumed just about a whole pan of the biscuits with ribbon-cane syrup, butter and cold buttermilk, he left a bottle of medicine with instructions to the Mother about giving it in doses to the two sick boys for the next few days, and made his way back to his office.

Dr. Fred had his office in nearby Winfield that had a front porch shaded by a roof overhang.  And, on many Sunday afternoons in the late 1940’s when my parents would be driving my little brother (Zack) and me through near-by Winfield, out to see our Banks grandparents north of there, Dr. Fred and his wife, Melissa Jane (Fuquay), would be dressed in their Sunday-best and sitting in rocking chairs in the shade on the front porch of Dr. Fred’s office building located on the main east-west street, watching and waving at friends and neighbors driving by, and passage of the afternoon Cotton-Belt passenger train.

EPILOGUE: My actual hometown was Mount Vernon which was located a few miles west of Winfield.  And “Doctor Fred” was Dr. Fred Oscar Taylor, whose wife, Melissa, was a sister of another country doctor in the area, Dr. Zack Cleveland Fuquay, who practiced in Mount Vernon, and who operated on my own Mother for appendicitis in the 1930’s, as well as being the attending Doctor when my little brother, Zack, was born out in the Flora Bluff Community (northeast Franklin County) in 1942.

The family with the sick sons in the “biscuits” story was that of Mae (Armstrong) – Augustus (Gus) Mattingly, with Gus being a brother of my maternal grandfather, James William (Jim) Mattingly.

The two sick sons were Raymond and Norman, with the teller of the story (in about 2005) being another son, Virgil.  Sadly, all are now deceased.

Melissa deceased in 1951 while Dr. Fred deceased in 1952.

Ralph K. Banks grew up in Northeast Texas, and now lives in Austin.

Originally published July 28, 2016, in the Clarksville Times; reprinted here by permission.


Below, you will find a number of articles that tell of life in Franklin County in times gone by - people and places whose stories you may find interesting, informative, and entertaining. Also, at the very bottom on this web page, there are a number heritage recipes which have appeared in past newsletters and which you might want to try out.


Mt. Vernon's historic Cotton Belt Depot Museum has undergone a major face lift during the past year. It is the goal of the Historical Association for the museum to be a history museum of Mt. Vernon so that our young people have the opportunity to learn about and to appreciate their legacy.

Using vintage photographs, Tad Dowdy, master model train designer and builder, has recreated downtown Mt. Vernon in the 1950's (1958 was the final year of passenger service by rail offered in Mt. Vernon). Because there are two train tracks running around the town, the exhibit is not historically accurate; however, one will recognize such landmark buildings as the Tiger Grill and the Joy Theater. A drive-in theater has been included and will show the movie "Banjo Hackett," starring Don Meredith. The masterpiece is the Franklin County Courthouse.

Click on the link below to see a video produced by Liz Etheridge which gives an exciting preview of the model train exhibit.


Otherwise, the depot freight room houses photographs of Mt. Vernon's history beginning as early as the 1900's with an emphasis on the impact the rail road had on the agricultural industry of Franklin County. Complementing these vintage photographs is a 1896 Studebaker covered wagon. It has a new cover and is decorated with items that would have been necessary for the long trip from Gasden, Alabama, to Mt. Vernon in 1903. This trip was made by B. F. Hicks' great grandmother, Eugenia Ivy and her 11 children.

Other new features are a mannequin family in period dress and a collection of antique railroad lanterns.

The railroad committee members are Sandee Casey, Cynthia Loftis, Robert Sterling Long, Linda Philhower, Mary Lou and Jerald Mowery.

Please join us for the ribbon cutting and grand opening at 10:00 on October 8, 2016, during Country Fest.

We are so excited to have this new exhibit; it will be an educational tour for our young people and a nostalgic trip back in time for the child in all of us.

Please become an employee of the Cotton Belt Railroad and your name will be placed on a plaque in the museum.

$50 Flagman

$100 Brakeman

$250 Ticket Master

$500 Conductor

$1000 Engineer

Your tax deductible donation will make it possible for us to maintain this wonderful exhibit and enable us to expand our collection of historic artifacts in our Depot Museum. Send your donation, noting your level of “employment,” to P.O. Box 289, Mt. Vernon, TX 75457.


By Cynthia Loftis


The restored Mount Vernon 1894 Cotton Belt Railroad Depot is a real gem that has been carefully restored pursuant to National Register standards with original colors and decor. Waiting rooms, designed to serve the separate races under the law of the land at that time, today house exhibits. The central office is furnished with antiques suitable to an office at the turn of the 20th century including working telegraphy and railroading exhibits. A model train exhibit in the white waiting room will delight children. The large freight room houses an 1899 Studebaker covered wagon in excellent condition and offers students a chance to reflect on the real change in transportation in America after the advent of the automobile. There is also a small 1880 log cabin that was moved onto the property, a syrup press and mill, period mule-drawn farm machinery, and a blacksmith shop.

Commercial Buildings occupied the area where the Post Office now stands and the public wagon yard occupied the area where the water tower now stands. The depot stood on the west side of Kaufman Street facing the railroad tracks. After passenger and freight service was discontinued, the 1894 depot was given to the Historical Association with the requirement that it be moved off railroad right-of-way and the restored facility now faces Kaufman, about 150 feet north of the tracks.

Although the East Line and Red River Railroad had been constructed across the southeastern corner of the county in 1876, Mount Vernon did not obtain a railroad until 1887, when the St. Louis, Arkansas and Texas Railway was built across the center of the county. During the years between the organization of the county and the coming of the railroad, Mount Vernon grew slowly. With rail connections the town grew more rapidly, and by 1890 the population had reached an estimated 700. Mount Vernon had become the major supply and shipping center for the county's farmers, as well as the site of a planing mill that served the county's lumbering interests.

By Dr. Dorothy Lynn Brooks


My mother (Lois Penn Brooks), brother (Charles Brooks), and I (Dorothy Lynn Brooks) lived in Mount Vernon, off and on for about three years during WWII, when my father (Russell Brooks) was stationed in the Pacific or even outside of Texas. We chose to come there because this is where my grandparents lived and where my parents grew up.

My mother's parents were Ruby (Gist) and Frank Penn; my father's parents were Lucia (Flagg) and Albert Brooks. I never knew my grandfather Brooks, who died before I was born. Although Charles and I were born in Trinidad, Texas, Mount Vernon feels like my ancestral home because, besides living there as a child, we visited family there over many years. I have many fond memories of times in Mount Vernon.

I promised B.F. Hicks to try to recall and relate some vignettes from my Mount Vernon childhood.

Vignette Number One: The Joy Theater

My mother, brother and I lived in Mt. Vernon several times during WW II whenever my father was stationed outside Texas. We would go "home", where my grandparents and other relatives lived, when he was in Georgia or Michigan or the South Pacific or wherever. The longest interval (the South Pacific time) was spent in a house on Yates Street across from the now vanished elementary school.

Next door there lived the McCluskey family with four girls and a boy. Their father was away in the military, too. as were so many men in those days. The boy, Buddy, was near my brother, Charles's age; Joyce and Maxine were near my age. The five of us enjoyed hours and hours of fun of our own making, as children will, all together or by two's and three's. Rosalind and Martha were a bit older and generally had more important matters to attend to than play with younger siblings.

Saturday afternoons were special. The five of us would walk to town—plenty safe in those days—for an afternoon at the Joy Theater. For seven cents each we could see a cowboy movie, newsreel, continued piece, cartoon and previews of coming attractions. I think popcorn was a nickel, but we did not usually have that kind of money. We looked forward to these afternoons of entertainment and went home to re-enact some of
the exciting episodes.

I can well imagine that our mothers saw this quiet afternoon as a real "baby-sitting" bargain!

Vignette Number Two: Wartime Mt. Vernon

My mother (Lois Penn Brooks), brother (Charles Brooks), and I (Dorothy Lynn Brooks) lived in Mount Vernon off and on for about three years during WW II when my father (Russell Brooks) was stationed in the Pacific or even outside of Texas. We chose to come there because this is where my grandparents lived and where my parents grew up. My mother's parents were Ruby (Gist) and Frank Penn; my father's parents were Lucia (Flagg) and Albert Brooks. I never knew my grandfather Brooks, who died before I was born. Although Charles and I were born in Trinidad, Texas, Mount Vernon feels like my ancestral home because, besides living there as a child, we visited family there over many years.

I have many fond memories of times in Mount Vernon and other times not so much. I promised B. F. Hicks to try to recall and relate some vignettes from my Mount Vernon childhood. I'll begin with a winter story from the "not so much" category.

My uncle, Glenn Penn, my mother's brother, was very good to his nieces and nephews and planned adventures of one type or another to entertain and to teach us. One cold day Glenn, Charles and I bundled up to go to explore the Town Branch. I was about eight and Charles, four.

We walked from where my Penn grandparents lived to the creek where Charles and I had fun "chunking" rocks, sticks, whatever, at the ice that had formed at the edges. After a time, Charles and Glenn went down the way to investigate something of interest. I lagged behind, continuing my rock chunking. I must have forgotten to let go of a rock, for I fell in with a splash that got their attention.

They came running back to find me yelling and splashing with my tan wool coat floating out like a lily pad around me. Glenn pulled me out cold and dripping. Charles did his part by wailing in distress.

On the trek back to the house we talked about how my mother would probably be mad because I had fallen in the creek.

After thinking it over, Charles decided he would tell Mother, "Well, the good thing about it is she didn't drown." That settled the matter in his mind.

Vignette Number Three: Learning to Ride a Bicycle

Nearly 75 years ago in Mt. Vernon I learned to ride a bicycle. 
That fact is not remarkable to me, for I never doubted that I could learn. The amazing thing was the generosity of my friend, Barbara Ann Majors, who let me learn on her bike.

I wanted a bicycle more than I have ever wanted any material thing. My parents resisted for fear that I would get hurt. Then during World War II there were no new bicycles available, so no bicycle for me.

Barbara Ann was a classmate of mine who lived not far away, and we played together sometimes.

One fine day I must have asked to learn to ride, and lucky for me the answer was, "Yes".

So, on Kaufman Street near the Methodist Church the struggles began.

You know that no one teaches you to ride a bicycle, really.
Through many trials and errors your body finally learns. Of the numerous falls I experienced, one resulted in a rather badly skinned knee. Nannie Lu Mann, another classmate, took me to her house, the Methodist parsonage, for "medical care." Mrs. Mann applied coal oil and a bandage, and I was back at the task of learning to ride.

Though my house was not far away, I did not want to go home and have to stay because I was hurt. Before the day was over I had managed to conquer the challenge of upright forward motion. I could ride a bicycle! O happy day! Happy, happy day!

Santa Claus saw to it that I got a bicycle the Christmas after the war was over - another happy, happy day!

Of my memories of Mt. Vernon - this is one of the very best - a dream come true through the kindness of a generous friend.

By Robert Cowser, September 5, 2015

For some unknown reason the other day the remembrance of the site of a dipping vat on the Franklin-Hopkins County Line came to my mind. This site is located less than a mile from the house where I lived as a child. It is near a bridge across the main tributary of Big Creek. My parents and our neighbors referred to the dipping vat site as a landmark when giving directions, even to newcomers who could not have known where stockmen drove their cattle so they could be dipped. By the time I can remember (circa 1935) that particular vat was no longer in use. In fact the excavation was hardly visible. Saplings, bushes, and weeds covered the area. I remember the space as being much shallower than it would have had to be when the cows were herded one by one down the chute into the arsenic solution. The solution killed the ticks that caused splenetic fever among the cattle.

I read that the Federal government specified that there needed to be a dipping vat within three miles of each farmer who owned livestock. There must have been dozens of dipping vats in Franklin County. According to an article by Robert Pasquill*, a forest archeologist in Alabama, some archeologists have marked the sites of the vats at various places in the South.

*Robert Pasquill, "History of the Cattle Tick Eradication Program in the South" 2012

* Webmaster’s additional note: This is a 397-page digest of published information on the problem of cattle tick fever and the attempts of many different agencies to eliminate it. An extensive bibliography is given as an addendum to the document. Online, a PDF file of the complete article, Robert G. Pasquill, Jr., Forest Archeologist, National Forests in Alabama, “Arsenic and Old Bovine Lace - History of the Cattle Tick Eradication Program in the South,” September 2012, can be found at the following URL:


During the “great depression” baseball thrived in the league made up of Mt. Vernon, Winnsboro, Lindale, and Avinger.  I forget whether or not Mt. Pleasant was in it, but as a vigorous young man from Mt. Pleasant named Gus Hoffman played for Mt. Vernon, I assume no.

The teams were all made up of valid amateurs.  The Mt. Vernon Lions did wear sew-on patches identical with those of the International Lion’s Club.

The games were played in the afternoons - on weekdays or on Saturdays, but never on Sunday.  Some players that I recall were L. D. Lowry, Sam Lowry, “Chiney” Majors, Pete Gill, _ Alcorn, Earnest Aikin, Pat Kneiff, Twister Hester, Glen Penn, and Ben Hill.  The umpire was usually Will White and Mabern Roach was the manager.

The pitcher Chiney Majors, when Mt. Vernon was at bat, sat on the bench with his throwing arm in a sweater.  It was uncritically accepted that he was most inadequate at running, so a vicarious runner stood nearby in event that Chiney hit one.  Pete Gill, the catcher, was applauded for his ability to “peg second” from his squatting position to prevent double plays.  It was probably in 1934 that Earnest Aikin was recruited by the Dallas Steers where he was known as “the Mt. Vernon Marvel.”

The games were played in our nine acre meadow where we grazed milk cows.  It is on the west side of English Street, about one-fourth mile north of the Lowry Store Building (West Main).  We yet refer to it as “the Ball Park” The north one-fourth of the meadow was heavy with oaks, and there was an open shed where I milked the cows.  A significant grand stand was built bordering the oaks; it was of sturdy two by eight planking, maybe forty feet long.  There were four or five rows for seating.  The front was faced with poultry wire from roof to ground to stop foul balls.  The players started leaning against the wire to rest and gradually their buttocks made such indentations in the wire that the sites were akin the bucket seats.

Admission charge to a game was well under a dollar.  Cars could drive in and park in the trees or almost nose up to the home plate-first base line.  Probably most people walked to the game so a stile was built over the barbed wire fence on English Street.  It was soon destroyed by vandals, for then as now, there are those in any community who are given to destruction of community or privately owned niceties.

Far out in left field was a cluster of oaks and consistently a group of spectators would get in free and watch from the shade.  The game could be seen from the road on the west side and numerous cars parked there filled with non-civic-minded people.  They had enough money for cokes but would not pay admission.  Accordingly, a visual barrier made up of tow sacks like sheets hung out to dry was erected.

On the day of the game the ever-pleasant Hill brothers, who lived east of town, with mule drawn graders, would smooth the diamond.
The game began by the umpire addressing the fans in the grandstand by calling out “the batteries of the day.”  This was the naming of the starting pitchers and catchers of each team.  The umpire stood behind the pitcher rather than behind the catcher.

The fans were vociferous in expressing their approval or criticism of players or umpires.  The late Field Scovell, who rose to earned prominence in Dallas, got two tickets to the World Series that was being played in St. Louis, in joyful anticipation of taking his father-in-law, Mr. Norman Dupree of Mt. Vernon, with him.  Field told me of his lifetime disappointment of Mr. Dupree declining the offer as the date was in conflict with Mt. Vernon playing Winnsboro.

My father charged ten dollars for a season's rent of the meadow.  I had a “stand” from which I sold cold drinks and home roasted peanuts.  Coca Cola and Dr. Pepper cost me eighty cents per case which was three and one-third cents per bottle.  “Soda water” with fruit flavors and Creme Soda were sixty cents per case but the demand was small.  For each event I bought one hundred pounds of ice.  How a skinny kid lifted and handled this I do not remember, but I vividly remember that I had a topless Model T Ford that I sold for seven dollars when I left for college in 1935.  The one and two-third cents “profit” was inadequate to buy the ice so I began charging six cents per bottle.  When contested, I told them that a local couple that had been to Galveston told of a coke costing twenty-five cents in a prominent night club.

I usually had an assistant whom I paid twenty-five cents to work the crowd with iced drinks in a large milk bucket.  I could do no cost accounting on peanuts as I pulled them from vines that had been uprooted for livestock food.

Under the trees in far left field were two indistinguishable brothers named Jimmie and Wimmie.  I let one of them have two cokes on credit and I never collected the debt as they kept me confused.

I close by repeating that these really were “hard times.”  Mr. Mal Moore of the First National Bank said that I was the only Mt. Vernon businessman making weekly deposits.  They were usually between two-fifty and four dollars, but on one 4th of July, Mt. Vernon and Winnsboro played a double header, and with my medical student brother as assistant I made ten dollars!

Jabez Galt, M.D.
August 15, 2001

P.S. I had noted that certain men repeatedly walked the hundred yards or so across the dirt road to our barn.  I hid in the corn crib that shared a wall with the barn, and through a knothole saw the leader reach deep into a sack of cotton seed and bring out a flask of bootleg whiskey.  The three each took a swig and returned the bottle.  I kept my vigil and on their return the deprived owner was so demonstrative in postulating what violent revenge he was going to inflict on “some no good SOB” that I deemed it unwise to steal their whiskey again.

Note: Dr. Jabez Galt was the son of Dr. And Mrs. Sid Galt of Mt. Vernon. He passed from life in 2002 at the age of 83 and is buried at the Mt. Vernon City Cemetery. Dr. Galt graduated from Baylor Medical School and began his practice in internal medicine in 1948 after serving 3 years in the Armed Forces.
Committed and passionate about many things in life, he was proud of his pecan orchard in Mt. Vernon and shared it with the world through his website. Dr. Galt received many honors in his lifetime, but one of the greatest was The Texas Laureate Award by the American College of Physicians, awarded to him by his peers for a lifetime of innovation and excellence.


By Lou Briley Daniel (reprinted with permission from the Old Saltillo Cemetery Association Newsletter of June 13, 2012)

Wolfe City, Texas in the early 1900s was a bustling railroad town with a public school, opera house, the Melville Hotel, churches, Wolfe City Cotton Seed Oil Mills, the Cotton Belt Railroad Station and the Santa Fe Railroad Station.

Thomas Byron Briley was born August 31, 1906, the sixth of nine children born to Charles and Albertine Henry Briley. Tom was born in Wolfe City, Texas, but by 1909 the growing Briley family was living in Paducah, Cottle County, Texas where Charles Briley was working on the Matador Ranch.

Albertine’s parents, Melvin N. and Irene (Wilbanks) Henry also lived in Paducah, but by early 1910 both families were making plans to move to Saltillo, Hopkins County, Texas.

The Brileys arrived in Saltillo in December, 1910 by train with Elzie age 13, Will 11, Melvin 8, twins Ray and Ross 6, Tom 4 and baby Irene 18 months, but it was 1912 before Irene and Melvin moved to Saltillo, where Mr. Henry was a shoe cobbler. Grace was born in Saltillo in 1915, Gladys in 1917.

All the Briley children were musically talented. Mr. Frank Hicks would tell the story to Larry (Lou’s husband), “you just don’t know what you missed by not being at the Briley home and singing with the whole family with Ray playing the piano” and Mr. Hicks was so touched by this, he would become emotional each time he told the story. In 1930, Tom was sent to Wills Point to the Stamps Quartet School of Music for six weeks. But, after all, this was the 30’s and every family had difficult times. Mr. Briley died in 1931. For a while Tom worked in Fort Worth for an oil company, but by the mid-30’s, he was back in East Texas. Ray and Ross travelled some in Northeast Texas singing as the Briley Brothers, and one or both of them would teach singing school with Tom during the summer in rural East Texas.

At a 1938 Union Singing School, Tom met the love of his life, Virginia Grace Adams. In the 1938 Union Singing School class picture are many of the Adams/Davis cousins including 8-year old Betty Adams and siblings, Mary Jo, Norva Gay, Zach Adams and cousins Neil Solomon and Virginia Grace. Betty (Adams) Cason said of the Union Singing School, “We loved it, loved it, because if not for that singing school, we had nothing else to do!!”

Virginia Grace Adams was born January 23, 1921 to May and Grover Adams in Mount Vernon, Texas. She grew up in the Union Community, finished high school in Mount Vernon and received college degrees from East Texas State University in Commerce. Virginia Grace started teaching elementary school and she and Tom were married April 11, 1944. They lived in Mount Vernon.

Bobby Conley, son of Raymond and Ovetta Conley of Saltillo, became a permanent part of the Tom Briley Quartet in 1955 after he returned from the Navy. The quartet continued to grow in popularity and they became well-known headliners at the Autumn Trails annual Wood-Franklin County Songfest, along with the Stamps Quartet, the Pine Forest Quartet and a host of others who travelled across several states each October and May to perform at the two-day event. Advertised in 1960 as “good old time singing with dinner on the grounds will be featured Saturday night and Sunday at the 65th annual Wood County Singing held again in conjunction with the Franklin County Society, at City Park Auditorium – held since 1926 in Winnsboro, the convention was organized way back in 1895 and has grown to be one of the largest in the state.” Mayor Arthur Nichols said, “If this auditorium is not large enough for the crowds that will attend, the walls of the building will be raised and loud speakers set up so that everyone can hear and take part.” He also requested that “women attending bring extra cups, bowls and spoons for the free stew and coffee that will be served at noon Sunday by the convention.”

The Wood County singing was one of the oldest and largest in the state and drew an average of 3,000 persons at each of the two conventions held every year with “old time religious songs popular a half-century ago, as well as the largest gospel selections being rendered by singers from 4 states.”

The Briley family would gather at Thanksgiving and Christmas and as often as possible and singing around the piano was a normal event. Tom and Gracie were as pleased to be singing with us as with the Stamps Quartet. Tom was a natural comedian, and more than once had us doubled over with laughter or surprise. He and Virginia Grace LOVED children and made each of us feel special and that we were their favorite and that feeling was certainly returned.

Tom died July 30, 1965. About 30 singers who had been associated with him over the years formed a choir and provided music for the services. A special section was reserved for ministers who had been his friends for many years. An estimated crowd of 600 persons filled all the rooms of McCrary-Waggoner-Edwards funeral home and many persons could not get into the building.

In addition to her full-time musical career with the quartet, Virginia Grace taught school for thirty-seven years in Hagensport, Mount Vernon, Saltillo and Winnsboro before retiring from teaching in 1977. At one time, she was secretary of a county, district and national gospel singing convention. Virginia Grace’s life was always filled with gospel music, along with teaching. Virginia Grace died February 13, 2009. Tom and Gracie Briley are buried in the Old Saltillo Cemetery.

EDITOR'S COMMENT ON THE FOREGOING ARTICLE: Lou Briley Daniel is the daughter of Ray Briley. One of the Briley children mentioned in the foregoing article and the brother of Tom Briley. Ray Briley owned and operated a service station at the corner of the town square just across Kaufman St. from the courthouse; a vacant lot today. The article is of especial interest in giving insight to the importance of music and community participation before television and electronic entertainment.


by Lillie Bush-Reves, 2015

The 179th year of the establishment of the Republic of Texas still honors the 59 men who put their lives on hold to declare independence and form the Republic of Texas on March 2, 1836. From 1836 to 1846, the Republic of Texas proudly but precariously existed as a separate and unique nation. Now a state historic site, Washington-on-the-Brazos is “Where Texas Became Texas.” The site is located nearly midway between Houston and Austin on 293 acres of lush park land.

The Convention of 1836 wrote the Texas Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the Republic of Texas, organized the ad interim government, and named Sam Houston commander-in-chief of the military forces of the republic. The call for the convention to meet at Washington-on-the-Brazos was issued by the General Council of the provisional government, over the veto of Governor Henry Smith in December 1835, and the delegates were elected on February 1, 1836. The convention met on March 1, 1836, in near-freezing weather in an unfinished building belonging to Noah T. Byars and Peter M. Mercer, his business partner. The building was rented for use of the convention by a group of Washington business men who, incidentally, never got around to paying the rent. Forty-four delegates were assembled on the first day of the convention. Fifty-nine delegates finally attended its sessions. Andrew Briscoe did not arrive until March 11. Twelve of the members were natives of Virginia, ten of North Carolina, nine of Tennessee, six of Kentucky, four of Georgia, three of South Carolina, three of Pennsylvania, three of Mexico (including two born in Texas), two of New York, and one each of Massachusetts, Mississippi, New Jersey, England, Ireland, Scotland, and

Only ten of the delegates were in Texas as early as January 1830; two of them arrived in 1836. Sam Houston, Robert Potter, Richard Ellis, Samuel P. Carson, Martin Parmer, and Lorenzo de Zavala had all had political experience in Mexico or the United States in state or national government, several in both. James Collinsworth presided as temporary chairman, and Willis A. Faris was secretary pro tem. After the examination of credentials of the members, the permanent officers were elected; Richard Ellis was president and Herbert Simms Kimble was secretary. The Declaration of Independence was adopted on March 2, and members began signing it on March 3. The convention then proceeded to the writing of the constitution and election of interim government officials. With the report of the approach of the Mexican army, the convention adjourned in haste in the early morning hours of March 17.

The preceding article was adapted from an article written by Ralph W. Steen, “CONVENTION OF 1836,” Handbook of Texas Online (http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/mjc12), accessed February 17, 2015 and published by the Texas State Historical Association.


By B.F. Hicks, President, Franklin County Historical Association, 2014

R.L. Jurney, Titus County businessman in the first part of the 20th century wrote a History of Titus County. His work predates the prolific writings of Traylor Russell and the Jurney History is also more concise in attempting to cover only the period 1846-1960 in its 193 pages.

Mr. Jurney refers to the Ante-Bellum History by Burnett Cecil Pierce and I have longed to obtain a copy of the Pierce history for years. Harry Lawler, Hudson Old, and other friends have wondered where to obtain this document. Finally, with the aid of the internet, my brother John Hicks was able to track down this elusive volume. It turns out that we were dealing with a thesis (something akin now to a doctoral dissertation). Titus county native Pierce wrote most of the text for a term paper while enrolled at North Texas State Teachers College (now the University of North Texas) in 1925. The effort was then revised and submitted as a thesis. The cover page carries the title: “Titus County, Texas: Its Background and History in Ante-Bellum Texas” with a subtitle: “A Thesis Submitted to the Faculty of the Graduate School of the University of Colorado in Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree Master of Arts. Department of History. 1932.”

John Hicks found the manuscript in archives of the University Library of the University of Colorado. Upon inquiry John discovered that a copy of the manuscript was in the Dallas Public Library. John Tutor and I went to the Dallas Public Library but the copy was so poor as to be almost illegible and copies were even worse. This lead to a real effort in which Scott Harvey whose son is enrolled at the University of Colorado at Boulder paid at call at the archives; had his son accompany him; accessed the bound manuscript; stood over a copy machine; and made a very good copy. The copy is now back home in Northeast Texas and Scott presented copies for the genealogical society and the historical association.

Ask our librarian, Elease Hubbell, for the opportunity to review the work. It’s super. It’s Ante-Bellum after all and that means that Franklin County is totally within the boundary defined for the work, both as to geography and social aspects.

If you study the line of settlement patterns for density of land ownership in a Titus County map from the era, you see a line of settlement on a north-south line which would follow the Cherokee Trace. Land titles here reference “the Cherokee Trace” until the 1930’s. That Indian route, called by the early Anglo settlers “the Cherokee Trace” follows a much earlier Indian route which would have been established for a good 2,000 years with close to 500 years of Caddo use from Caddo major settlements and ceremonial centers near Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Nacogdoches, Texas.

That Indian highway (wide enough for four horses to ride abreast as described by the French traveler Pages in 1767) will establish the boundary between Franklin and Titus County when Franklin is carved out in 1875.

The Burnett history is especially important for me. My family has a strong tradition about the fort at Baldwin’s Bluff. I have only one written account of the fort at Baldwin’s Bluff; that description was of a brick fort. Burnett confirms the reports: “a fort of baked brick, some two-thirds of which was built below the ground. The part above ground had loop holes in each side from which to shoot . . .” (page 21, manuscript). Burnett reports of the Ripley massacre. It’s a great document.

Pierce interviewed former slaves and old-time citizens. He has a report from one man who lived as a child in the fort and a report of another man of extreme age who played in the fort. My uncle Morris Hughes attended Baldwin’s Bluff for his first year of school about 1918 but then the family shifted to Flora Bluff. If you’ve ever been to the site of this fort, you’d understand the choice of location; a high bluff with a sharp descent overlooking Ripley Creek. The Ripley family opted not to stay in the fort and on April 10, 1841, the family would not have perished. Pierce just reports in general numbers (a son, three daughters, several smaller children and the mother); numbers consistent with all other accounts. He devotes one sentence to Fort Sherman which he says was south of Gray Rock. Baldwin’s Bluff lies within Franklin County; yes, we do have a pioneer fort.

Pierce also confirms our reports of pioneer retaliation. He places another fort near Mt. Vernon but I suspect it lay further west. In any event, it’s a great document.

Pierce devotes a great deal of attention to the Winfield area but we must remember that settlement was in that area and many of the families, including my mother’s family, were living on that line. He interviews members of the Speer, Reed and Graham families, all Franklin County families. In the interview with S.M. Speer, he has connected with a first cousin of both my great-grandfather C.G. Hughes and great-grandmother, Melody Aikin Hughes. That’s not as bad as it sounds. S.M. Speer is the son of Elizabeth Aikin Speer (Elizabeth is the sister of Melody’s father). And S.M. Speer is the son of Isaac Speer (who will marry Ellen Oliver Hughes, mother of C.G. Hughes). Two Hughes siblings marry into the Reed family. The community was small; you married your neighbor.

Oh, I overlooked the report that Scott Harvey shares ancestry here also. Another sister of Elizabeth Aikin Speer, Vernetta Aikin will marry James Madison Brown (great-grandfather of Sam Harvey). But don’t let me get started on the Browns; at least three or four Brown siblings marry Hughes siblings giving rise to a group of cousins who could form a company to volunteer for service by 1861. For me, reading the manuscript is a pleasure for the “tales” but also offers genealogical insight. And the manuscript confirms the tales passed down through generations. My maternal grandparents pointed out the site of the Ripley Massacre (and that oral report was confirmed in records found in the state archives) and I’ve been to Baldwin’s Bluff and here is a confirmation from reports dated to 1925. The pioneers blazed a frontier starting here and moving westward from about 1818 onward. We have a proud heritage.

Check out the book; one more great source for historical research and confirmation of our history and heritage.


In May, Robert G. Cowser wrote B.F. Hicks and the FCHA:

May 9, 2012

Mr. Hicks and the FCHA:

Enclosed is a brief article reprinted in a newsletter printed by the Wardrup-Beasley family in 1990. I suspect it was first printed in the Optic-Herald. Victoria Wardrup Griffith, wife of the honoree featured, was my great aunt.

Bob Cowser

The article mentioned above came from the Wardrup Family Newsletter, Editor, Glenda Wardrup, Spring, Texas, Vol. II, No. 3, October 1990, page 2. It was an excerpt from an article written around 1900 on the occasion of the fiftieth birthday of John Griffith, husband of Victoria (Wardrup) Griffith (1858-1935) :

A Day with Our Friends

It was our good fortune to pass last Sunday with our friends in Hopkins County [Texas] . Mr. and Mrs." John T. Griffith and many others who 'had gathered there to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Mr. Griffith's natal day. Fifty years ago, back in the historic and aristocratic hills of old Virginia our friend John first saw the light; - when a little 'tot' of four years [he] emigrated with his parents to Texas who settled in what is now Franklin county and near the Hopkins county eastern border; here they lived and enjoyed the pioneer fruits of the land, and their memories are cherished as the early promoters of the present civilization. Time changes and we change with it. Fifty years finds our friend in possession of the greatest blessings this life can bestow; a home, a good wife and affectionate children. This triple blessing should indeed make his heart glad; surrounded by the evidences of thrift, a comfortable home, a well filled barn, the best of stock and living on a pay as you go basis . . . Our friend has reason to hail his 50th milestone with pleasure and delight . . . The day was a pleasant one . . . It brings us together, reunites and strengthens the bonds of friendship and love. There we met prized friends we had not seen for a long time and interchanged those pleasantries that render such occasions enjoyable. Those above the age of fifty participating in this conversational oasis were Mrs. John Arthur, Mrs. Nancy Holbert, Mrs. James Wardrup, Mrs. Lizzie Brem, Mr. Marlve Holbert and Uncle Jim Wardrup. The young people in the parlor were having things their own way and a good time in the Griffith home was on hand when dinner was announced. To give a synopsis of the elegant and sumptuous spread is beyond the stroke of our pen; from the savory turkey, the delicious home grown hams, the salads and sauces, the cakes and jellies arose an aroma that would have made the eating Caesars of all time turn green with envy. The evening passed pleasantly as it invariably does after such refreshing encounters. About 5 o'clock the guests, some forty in number began to disperse . . . The day will long be remembered and herein express the wish that to our host and hostess and those gathered there the blessings of life may always follow.

Biographical sketch of Mr. Cowser:

Robert G. Cowser was born in Saltillo, Texas, and attended school there. He says that he and Darwin McGill were in the same class through the fifth grade; so he would have been born around 1931. He received his Ph.D. in English at Texas Christian University in 1965. He now lives in Martin, Tennessee, where he is a professor of English at the University of Tennessee – Martin. Additionally, Cowser teaches college-level English courses at the state prison. He is a member of the Robert Penn Warren Circle, and his correspondence with Warren can be found in Warren's papers at Emory University. His son, Bob Cowser, Jr., has followed in his footsteps as a University English teacher and a writer of several award-winning nonfiction books.

A Bibliography of his writings, with a link to an interesting collection of stories and essays:

A Biographical and Critical Interpretation of George Sessions Perry (1910-1956) (Doctoral Dissertation, Texas Christian University, 1965)
Quintessence: An Anthology of Creative Writing (editor, 1985)
Backtrailing: The Old Saltillo Poetry of Robert G. Cowser (edited by his son Robert D. Cowser, 1990)

And visit www.texasescapes.com/RobertGCowser/Robert-G-Cowser.htm
for many guest columns posted on Texas Escapes:
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A Young Man Who Went West 12-30-11
The Surprising Effects of Henna 12-10-11
An East Texas Psychic 9-20-11
The Power We Longed For 8-23-11
Cotton Production As It Once Was 7-23-11
Our Time with Zophar 7-12-11
A Cameo From Inside 6-24-11
Defending Popular Music of the 1940s 5-17-11
The Caudles: A Family of Entertainers 3-29-11
Saltillo's First and Only Football Team 2-21-11
Childhood Explorations: Wordsworth's and Mine 1-6-11
Selling the Calves 11-22-10
An Unsolved Mystery from the World War II Years 7-16- 10
Sunday Jaunts with the Family 6-18-10
World War II Musings 5-7-10
Special Delivery 3-15-10
Red Wing 2-9-10
She'll Be Comin' by Greyhound 1-16-10
When Hollywood Came to Wharton 12-13-09
Reflections on Jefferson, a Historic Town 10-5-09
A Clerk's Tale of Murder 8-29-09
Segregation in Two Texas Towns 5-28-09
The Claims of the Wilderness 5-9-09
Memorial Day Services at Old Saltillo Church 2-10-08
Remembering Claire Perry 1-15-08
A Few Degrees of Separation from John F. Kennedy's Death 12-1-07
Competing with Elvis in the Classroom 11-15-07
Entertaining the Rotary Club in Mount Vernon 10-8-07
Familiar Ground 9-6-07
Plumbing the Past 8-3-07
The Sounds of Home 6-30-07
An Influential Visit 5-28-07
Gram and Daffodils 2-1-07
Recollections of Talco during the Oil Boom 8-18-06


(The following narrative was written by the late Carl Newsome in 1988. The author was a charter member of the FCHA, a good historian, and a good citizen.)

Waymon Carl Newsome was born January 20, 1911, the son of Thomas Arch and Elvira Elizabeth (Betty) Hildreth Newsome. My objective is to record the families of Purley during my early years, say 1915 to 1930. But first, the history of Purley.

Purley was established in the early 1850s. William Henry Cannaday named it for his former town in Tennessee, Puryear. Purley is on the crossroads of Mount Vernon and Winnsboro and Greenwood, Lone Star roads. Lone Star was just west of where Panther Creek entered Cypress Creek. This was a thriving community until about 1915 or 1920. Lone Star was about eight or nine miles east of Greenwood, about nine miles due south of Mount Vernon, three miles south of Majors.

Purley had neither church nor school until about 1885 or 1886. The Methodists went either to Liberty, one mile east, or to Pleasant Hill, two miles west, to church. The Baptists went either north to Glade Springs, established in 1858, or south to Cypress church, established in 1851. 1 don't know where the children went to school prior to 1885. A post office was established in 1879, and William Henry Cannaday was appointed postmaster. Uncle Caleb Jordan became postmaster in 1883, and William W. Long in 1891. He served until 1906, when the post office was closed.

Squire Mann was the first justice of the peace in Purley, followed by Jim King, next Uncle J. S. (Stant) Davis. Others followed in this order: W. S. Beavers, W. W. Long, R. J. Beau, J. W. Day, B. F. (Tobe) Majors, D. M. Garner, W. H. Spence, W. R. Irby, A. S. Bradley, K. M. Furguson, Jim King, Uncle Cale Jordan, D. M. (Hose) Holley, Baker Stinson, John Blackman, C. L. Jones, C. F. Newsome, J. L. Williams, Mack King, Weaver Morris, T. E. Cannaday, and W. W. Hightower.

The Baptist Church was organized in 1886 and has had a successful and prosperous history on the same spot of ground for these 102 years.

The Methodist Church was moved from Liberty to Purley in 1904 or 1905. The church disbanded in 1952, and the bulk of the members moved their membership to Mount Vernon Methodist Church.

My first recollections of Purley are these: there was a large blacksmith shop on the southeast side facing the west, facing south on the Greenwood Lone Star road, also having an opening on the Mount Vernon Winnsboro road. Moving north and still on the east side of the Mount Vernon Winnsboro road we had a large grocery and dry goods store. I think it was Uncle Cale Jordan's store. Next we had another grocery and dry goods and implement store run by M. L. Davis. In about 1924 or 1925 Jim Davis built an automobile service station north of the Davis general store. The Jordan's store contained a drug store in the back. On the west side of the road, and next to the Greenwood Lone Star road was the telephone office. Going toward the north we have the barber shop, built and run by Roy Hightower in 1927 or 1928. Next was a grocery store run by Mr. Lee Hightower, then a dry goods store run by Mr. Will McBryer, then on north was another grocery store run by W. W. Long. Next was a small cafe, run at times by John Newsome. Next was the public water well. This is Purley, 1915 to 1920.

On the south side of the Greenwood road some 100 steps west is the Baptist Church and the schoolhouse of 1885. The cemetery is west of the school. The oldest grave marker is 1889. Going on toward the west we come to the gin, owned by Uncle Ector Meek. In about 1905 the school was moved from the cemetery to west of the gin about 1/4 mile west of Purley. That is where I went to school. My first teacher was Alice Davis Newsome, Claud Newsome's wife. Years later she and I taught together at the Purley school.

This is Purley as I remember it in my youth.

Going north on the Mount Vernon Winnsboro road, starting from the Greenwood Lone Star road, the first house was that of William Hardy (Bill) Newsome, my granddad. Grandpa bought this two story house and four acres of land in 1899 from Mr. Ben Roundtree. He owned some 400 acres of land on Panther Creek a mile or two east of Purley, and about two hundred acres north of Purley. Grandpa was born in Pike County, Alabama, in 1852. He came to Titus County, Texas, in 1870 with his parents, Alford and Sarah Elizabeth Newsome. They bought a home in the Majors community. Grandpa had these children: Charlie, Albert, Elizabeth, Alice, Will, Arch, John, and Bob. Grandpa was a small, handsome man of strict morals, a staunch Democrat and prohibitionist, a member of the Methodist Church. He died in 1940 and is buried at Liberty Cemetery.

The next house was that of Dr. P. N. (Perry Nixon) Davis. His father was Nixon Davis, who came to Texas in 1857 from Tennessee. Dr. Davis had six brothers and three sisters. They were prominent members of Purley and Union communities. Dr. Davis was a good and respected doctor and honored citizen of Purley. He and Mrs. Ella had these children: Tennyson, Shelley, Alice, Chilton (Jim), and Snow. He owned the first car in Purley and about one hundred acres of land. His son Shelley was the best athlete in the south part of the county.

Mr. M. M. Barrett came here from Tennessee in 1875, give or take a year or two. He owned a good farm in Panther Creek bottom, about one mile east of Purley, but lived in Purley. He held the office of justice of the peace for several years. He and his wife, Aunt Tennie, had three girls. Sudie married Mr. Will McBrewer, who ran a dry goods store in Purley and later moved to Mount Pleasant. Daisy married Mr. R. B. Hightower. Mr. R. B. was the smartest carpenter in Franklin County. He used algebra and geometry to figure his building. Willie married Mr. Tommy Coe. He was a farmer who died at a young age.

Across the road, on the west side, lived Mr. W. W. Long. His house was two story, with a fancy iron fence around it. He was very influential in the community, having held the office of justice of the peace. He was the last postmaster in Purley, and owned a grocery store.

On the east side of the road lived Uncle Miles (M. L.) Davis. Uncle Miles was born in 1850 in Tennessee. His father Nixon Davis came to Texas in 1857. Miles married Addle Black, and they had these children: Rosie Lee, who married Guy Ward; Oma, who married Walter Day; C. C. (Claud); Cious Nixon; Cleave, and Cecil. Addle died, and Uncle Miles married Mary Acker (Aunt Mollie). They had these children: Roy, Ella, Cleo, Park, and Coy. Uncle Miles was a successful farmer and owned several hundred acres of land north and west of Purley. Our farm is made up of some of his land. He also ran a store in Purley. He is buried in Providence Cemetery.

The next home on north was that of Guy Ward. He sold it to Norman Campbell, who sold it to my dad, T. A. Newsome, who sold it to Dean Peterson.

Lucian Long, son of Warren W. Long, lived across the road from Papa, T. A. Newsome. Lucian Long ran the Purley telephone system. I think he moved to Como, Texas, around 1917.

Next house north was the Methodist Protestant Church parsonage. Brother Jim Parnell, Brother Dimp Patterson, Brother Gill, Brother Smith, Brother Elmore, Brother Branch, Brother Boman, Brother Land, Brother Aaron, Brother Lively, Brother Banks, and several more recent preachers have lived there.

The next house on the west side of the road belonged to Mr. Tommy Coe, and the following one to Mr. Jeff Caudle.

On the east side of the road lived Uncle John Newsome. Uncle Albert Newsome lived there in 1910 and 1911. Mr. Jack Clinton also lived there for a few years.

The next house north was the walnut tree house owned by Dr. Davis. "Shack" Shelley Davis lived there part of the time.

Next we come to the home of Uncle Colonel Davis. Nixon Davis bought this place in 1866, and it became his homestead. Uncle Colonel had five girls and two boys. Toby and Mary were his youngest children. Toby married Brooks Horton, and Mary married "Lefty" Milton Newsome, my first cousin.

The survey next to John Middleton was bought by Mr. Haynes, east of Mount Vernon. He did not develop this land. It remained in timber until 1901, when Mr. Tom Draper bought it. Tom Draper sold his son Acie Draper ninety acres in the southeast corner. Tom also sold Mr. Douglass, Acie's father in law, sixty acres in the southwest corner. Mr. Douglass sold out to Mr. Cleave Davis, who lived there several years before selling to Dennis Payne. Mr. Payne was a pretty good farmer. He had six girls and no boys. The girls were: Lois, who never married; Alice, who married Jess Goodman; Audie, who married Ralph Cannaday; Faye, who married Horace Cauley. Horace had a 1930 model Ford car. He and my sister, Alice Newsome, carried me and Sybil Davis to Texarkana to get married. Sybil Payne married Ray Cannaday. Bessie Lee Payne married A. M. Cockrell. Mr. Payne became cotton weigher for Franklin County.

Across the road lived Mr. Acie Draper. His dad, Tom Draper, came to Texas with Alford Newsome in 1870. Acie's children were Earnest, Allie, Eunice, and Irvin. Earnest married Sybil Wall, and they had a son Melvin and a daughter Pauline. Irvin Draper married Willie Gay Newsome. They had a girl and a boy.

The next house on the north was that of Mr. Lee King. His sons were Jess, Floyd, Hubert, Herman, and Cecil. His daughters were Gertrude and Myrtle.

Mr. Kitt Hester is next. He married Willie Draper, daughter of Mr. Tom Draper. Mrs. Tom Draper lived with them in the old home place. Mr. Kitt and Willie had these children: Gertie, Earl, Deacon, Byron, Tinsey, and Christine. Deacon was tall and handsome and liked to dance.

Mr. Stanford Gandy, who had married Maggie Draper, lived in the next house. They had three children.

Across the road lived Uncle Will Newsome. He and Aunt Mary Peterson had five boys and four girls. Canton was the eldest. The others were Milton "Lefty," Willie Gay, Earl "Karo," Gladys, Dee Wright "Deacon," Robbie Nell, A.C. and Fern. Carlton became county judge around the age of thirty. He is probably the most outstanding of all the Newsomes.

Next up the road north is the Hegler place. They had four girls and one boy. Later we, the Arch Newsome family, lived here. Arch and Betty Newsome had five Sons and five daughters--five were blond and five were brunette. Five called Arch "Papa" and five called him "Daddy" At this writing, in 1988, all ten are living. The oldest is seventy eight, and the youngest is sixty one. Eight of the ten taught school. Nine have degrees; three--Alice, T. C. and Virginia, have master's degrees. Our names are Alice Newsome Banks, Waymon Carl Newsome, T. C. Newsome, Virginia Newsome Rutledge, Rex Newsome, Sibyl Newsome Miller, Dorothy Newsome Peugh, Jack Newsome, Bob Newsome, and Nell Newsome King. Mama and Papa both lived to be about ninety years old. They are buried in the Liberty Cemetery east of Purley.

Mr. Wilson Hightower lived next. He and Mrs. Nettie had two daughters, Essie and Jewel. Essie taught school and played the piano. Mr. Wilson lived to be about ninety nine years old.

In the next house lived Mrs. Oma Day, M. L. Davis' daughter. She bad four sons. One of them, Lovice, could walk on his hands. Mrs. Oma lived her religion and was a fine Christian.

Mathew Cannaday patented two hundred acres in 1854. His youngest son, Troy, was living on it when I was growing up. Troy had four sons: Guy, Ralph, Ray, and Klein. Mr. Troy, Mrs. Eunie, and all four boys were singers. Mr. Troy's mother was Mary Ann Hightower. She had eight sons. Mr. Troy was a carpenter and a good entertainer.

Charley and Johnnie Newsome had four boys and one girl. Uncle Charley was in a class by himself. He became a hermit with a wife and five children. Later he enjoyed going places. He always enjoyed company. He grew what they ate. Their grocery bill would not exceed one hundred dollars a year. He was probably the most truthful person I ever knew.

Now let us go west from Purley. Mr. Jeff Williams and Mrs. Birdie Ward Williams had one son, Earl, and two daughters, Opal and Jewel. Jewel was my sweetheart when she was twenty and I was five. Mrs. Birdie and Jewel were two of the kindest women I ever knew. Mr. Jeff was a horse trader and kept eight or ten horses and mules around all the time. He was fair in his trading. Papa traded with him several times. He loved all sports and was a good athlete.

On west we have Mr. Dean Peterson. He bad three boys and one girl, and was a good guy. Across the road lived Mr. Cye Davis. He was my father in law. He was the most ambitious man in Purley, a deacon in the church and an all around good fellow. He was a cow trader and made good money.

Across the road from him was Mr. Dave Garner. Mr. Garner was a blacksmith and a Methodist preacher. He had several children. His oldest son, Fontaine, also became a Methodist preacher. Dave's wife was Minnie Stinson, from one of the fine families in Stringtown.

John Benton Meek came here from Tennessee in the 1840s and patented eighty one acres one mile west of Purley. His father and one brother came to Texas with him. All three of them went back to visit the old friends, and the father and brother stayed back in Tennessee. John fought in the Civil War. Bill, Loyd, T. C. and I played with his Civil War rifle. John married a Huggins and had three daughters and four sons. He is buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery.

Turning north on the Stringtown road, we find the Thompson family. One of the Thompson boys married Captain Hastings' daughter Anna.

Next we find the Jim King family. He was a pillar of the Pleasant Hill church and school, and raised nine children. His wife, Lou, was Captain Hastings' half sister. Mr. J. J. Chaffin bought the place later, and raised his big family there.

Across on the west side of the road lived Baker Stinson, who married Sarah Elizabeth King. They raised a family of eight children.

In 1853 J. B. Cannaday patented 314 acres. In 1869 Nixon Davis bought this land and gave it to his two oldest sons, James Stanton and Miles Leroy Davis. Stanton got the west half, and Miles got the east half. The next year, 1870, Stanton Davis married Amanda Newsome. They raised a large family. One of their sons, Will, made a Baptist preacher. These are their children: Oscar, who married PearlLawson; Ada, who married Syl King; Dolph, who married Cartie Ward; Maude, who married C. T. Vinyard; Dess, who married Ben Campbell; and Ethel, who married Jim Bob Giddens. Across the road on the east side was Miles Davis' house. Miles married Addie Black. They had two daughters, Lee and Oma. Oma married Walter Day. Walter died, and Oma and their four sons moved to Florida. Lee married Guy Ward. Miles and Addie also had four sons: Claud, Cye, Cleave, and Cecil. Cye married Lela Yinyard and had four children: Bunk; Seple, who married Cap Newsome; Sybil, my wife; and Rex Davis.

Addie died, and Miles married Mary Acker. They had these children: Roy, Ella, Cleo, Park, and Coy. In 1899 Miles moved to Purley and opened a store. In about 1900, A. A. Cowser bought Miles Davis' home place in Stringtown. Albert Cowser had these children: Lois, Nealy, Milton, Joe, Loyd Ennis, and Ned.

The next house up the road was that of Claud Davis. He had four sons: Alton, Howard, C. C. and Elmo. Alice Hindman Davis, died, and Claud married Myrtie Holcomb. They had a son M. L. and a daughter Ludene.

Going on west from the J. B. Meek place, we have Jack King, a son of Jim and Lou King. Jack and Bessie Chaffin King had four children, including a daughter Bob King and three sons. The oldest boy, Son, was a carpenter who lived in Tyler. Milton was a teacher. He taught at Purley before going to Troup, where he lived out his teaching days. fix was a big time carpenter, still living in 1988.

The next place is the Mint Huggins place. Jim Pitts, who later bought this place, had three sons. Next was Bill Hughes. Two of his younger children were Sussie and West.

In the Possum Flat area was George Shoat, who married John Meek's daughter. They had several children, the youngest of whom were Lucille, Jobnnie, and Joe. Joe is still living in Bogata, Texas.

Mr. Charley White is still living at the age of 101 years. His two youngest children are Mary Lou and Harold White.

South another one fourth mile we have Riley Pitts, who married Ommie Cannaday, daughter of Curtis Cannaday. They had a large family, mostly girls. Ommie died, and Riley moved to Lamar County.

South of Purley we have several families. Mr. Wiley's place passed to Ector Meek, who married Alice Newsome Meek and had three boys and two girls: Bill Benton, Loyd, Pearl, Clovis, and Glenn. Later Mr. Stout lived on that place.

Mr. Jack Furguson married W. H. Cannaday's daughter, and they had a large family. Abbie married Mr. Malcolm Peterson, and they had a large family. Willie Dean Peterson became a Baptist preacher.

Mr. Raney, a close neighbor, had several children. The next place was that of H. E. Solomon, a Baptist preacher and father of a large family. The McGees lived nearby.

East from this area lived B. F. Morris. Ben Morris came to Purley in the early 1850s. His two brothers, Joseph and Marion, came in the 1840s. Uncle Ben had upwards of 2000 acres south of Purley. His son Garrett carried on after Uncle Ben died. Brother Garrett had three sons, Lisbon, R. B. and Lige; and three daughters, DoIlie Ann, Emma Jane, and Lucy.

On east we find J. C. Carroll, a Methodist Protestant preacher. The Beavers family lived east and south of Liberty. Mr. Tittle raised a large family about one mile east of Liberty. The Brannon family lived on Cypress Creek. Lone Star was the name of the school.

Back towards Purley we find J. J. Morris, whose second wife was J. B. Meek's daughter. He built the two story house that Papa tore down in 1936.

The next place was owned by Mr. Tullis. Going on west, we have Uncle Cale and Aunt Kissie Jordan. Their son was Holby, a cripple.

On the Majors road we have Uncle Frank Newsome's place. Frank was Grandpa's brother. Frank's children were Stella, Sam, Bert, Ivy, Inez, Cap, Elton, and Tob.

Albert Newsome, son of W. H. Newsome, married Gussie Hindman and had Leon, R. A. and Orra Lee. Leon is dead, R. A. lives in Tyler, and Orra Lee is dead.

Uncle Joe Hightower had these children: Claudie, Weda, Graves, Blanche, Tom, and Ethel.

North of here we find the Barrons, Uncle Lee's sons Ben and Make. This wraps up Purley pretty well from 1915 to 1930.

I should have named these families:

Aunt Huldy Self and her four sons came to Franklin County in about 1892 or 1893. She was a widow with the sons Tom, Fee, Jim, and Hose. Mr. Tom and his wife Vicie bad these children: Hugh, Ivy, Perry, Essie, Ertis, Merle, Joe, and Pat. They lived in various places, all north of Purley. He was the best farmer in the community of Purley and had the best team of mules in Purley. Hugh was born in about 1906. Mr. Felix and Mrs. Ruthie Beavers Self had these children: J. B. Marie, Neva Gay, Robbie Ruth, and Odessa. Mr. Jim and his wife Addie had several children, including Addie. Mr. Hose and Mrs. Claudia Hightower Self had Irene, Hollie, Virlie, and others. They moved to Mount Pleasant, and we did not see them much.

Mr. Wes Blaylock and Ida moved here from Daphne in about 1923. Their children were Raymond and Fay. Mr. and Mrs. Blaylock lived together for about fifty years and never had a quarrel or fuss.

The Connelly family lived mostly at Cypress, but Mr. Walter was at Purley about half the time. His two children made quite a place for themselves. Hermon became our banker, and Barbara's husband Neal Solomon was our State Legislator.

Brother H. C. Solomon was an early day Baptist minister. He was a successful farmer and father of a large family. One of his grandsons, Neal Solomon, was a successful legislator for several terms.

Mr. Taylor Sustaire raised a large family in the Greenwood area of Purley. His grandchildren have continued to carry on in our area as school teachers, bankers, and police officers.

Mr. Jim Parker lived in the Possum Flat part of Purley. He was clerk of Purley Baptist Church for about fifty years.

Mr. Knotts lived in Possum Flat. He had several sons and daughters.

Mr. Bob Hunt came to our community in the 1890s. He had three Sons and one daughter. His Sons and grandsons were large men. Bruce weighed over 300 pounds. They were hard working folks.

Mr. Peterson came to Purley in the 1890s. Aunt Mary Newsome was one of his daughters. Willie Dean, a grandson, became a good Baptist preacher.

The Wiley family came to Purley in the 1860s. One became a doctor; all were fine people.

Mr. Pitts lived in the Pleasant Hill area. He had several sons. They left Purley in the 1930s. His sons were Riley, who married a Cannaday girl, Shelly, and Edgar, who married a Cowser girl.

Captain Hastings came to Purley in 1865 and settled in the western part of Purley. He was County Judge and County Commissioner, quite a leader of his time.

Mr. John Chaffin lived in Stringtown, on the Jim King farm. He bad a large and interesting family. Jack and Mack King married two of his daughters. Owen became a lumberman in Oklahoma City and got rich. David ran a store in Purley.

The Hough family came to Purley in the mid 1880s and settled in the south and west of Purley. They began leaving the community around 1900, and there are none here now.

The Irby family came to Pleasant Hill in the 1850s and were numerous and fine folks.

The Baileys came in the 1860s but are all gone now.

These families lived at Purley for a few years: Mr. Stout, Brother Turner, Mr. Stilman, Mr. Bullard, Mr. Anders, Mr. O. T. Davis, Mr. Hoover, Mr. Vick, Mr. Tom Davis, Mr. Pickett, Pop King, John Nelson, Mr. Jim Castle, Mr. Scott, Mr. Joyner, Uncle Burt Gandy, U. S. Lee, Alf Houghs, Judge Williamson, Mr. Giddens, Chess Rogers, Weaver Morris, Mr. Clark, Mr. Brakebill, Tobe Majors, Hose Holly, Mr. Sid Bradley, Mr. Dave Skidmore, the Weatherfords, Mr. Hugh Inmon, Walter Hildreth, Boots Banister, Mr. Carley, Mr. McBrewer, Roger Larence, Mr. Ingram, Larence Carter, Irby Penn, Alvie Lee, C. T. Vinyard, Buddy Pierce, and others who have slipped my mind at this time. Some lived here for only a short time.

Some of my boyhood friends were Coy Davis (dead), Ross Newsome, C. C. Davis (dead), Boyd and Loyd Joyner (dead), Lisbon Morris (dead), Rex Davis, Glenn Pitts (dead), Joe Choats, Bruce Hunt (dead), Milton Newsome (dead), Earl Newsome, Ray Cannaday (dead), Irvin Draper (dead), Joe Cowser, C. T. Vinyard (dead). This is as of 1988.

The girls were Pauline Rogers Rose, Sybil Paine Cannaday, Mavie King Smith, Effie Lively, Hester (dead), Lottie King, Romie King, Beatrice Parker (dead), Maggie Lee Peterson Davis (dead), Willie Gay Newsome Draper, Bobbie Corley Davis, Essie Self Jones, Dollie Ann Morris Thompson, Alice Newsome Banks, Ora Lee Newsome Carter (dead), Marie Self, and Gay Davis Joyner (dead).

Some of our schoolteachers: Mr. and Mrs. Charley Proctor, Mr. and Mrs. Charley Agee, Miss Cleo Bass, S. O. Loving, Mr. Joe Holbert, Mr. Lester Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Claud Cox, Leon Chandler, Miss Odessa Lominack, Vera Lamb, Mrs. Claud Newsom, Mildred Weatberford, Gertrude Smith, and Mrs. Heart.

Regarding the farming in Franklin County north of Mount Vernon, 95% of the tillable land was in cotton. Some did not plant one acre other than cotton. South of Mount Vernon, probably 75% was in cotton. Papa worked about sixty acres in total, about forty acres in cotton, fifteen acres in corn and peas two rows corn and one row peas--three acres watermelons, and two acres sweet potatoes. We ran three teams a few years. Shelley "Shack" Davis had about thirty acres of cotton and about three acres of watermelons, one team, hired all hoeing done, some plowing, and all his picking. We made around fifteen to twenty bales, and Shack made around twelve to fifteen bales. We made one wagon load of corn per acre, or less. We had two to four cows to milk. Shack had one some of the time and none some of the time. Living was hard, clothes very limited. Papa would have two dress shirts that would last two years, and one or two pairs of dress pants that would last five years; one pair of shoes that would last three years and a pair of "stronger than the law" work shoes that would last one year; two pairs of blue overalls and two blue shirts that would last one year. Papa went barefoot some in the summer. Uncle Chancy Newsome never did. Uncle Will shed his shoes in May, and in November he would put them back on. He did this until he was eighty years old. Men would buy surplus army coats for four or five dollars that would last five years. Every man wore patched overalls, and some wore patched dress pants. Men and boys wore no underclothes in the summertime. We wore straw hats in the summer and caps in the winter. There were no more than two or three overcoats in Purley. I bought my first and only overcoat in 1956 to wear to Boston.

Until 1923 or 1924 all women wore long hair. Alice got hers cut while we lived on the Lowe place. Bobbed hair was "of the devil."

About Purley's social and religious life: there were two churches, one Baptist and one Methodist. About one third of the people were Methodist and about two thirds were Baptist. There was very little strife between them. Purley had very high morals. We never had a bootlegger, no feuds, and very little sex offense. The people were truthful and honest, no thieves, no locks. Most of our outings were to church, and a party on Friday night, where we played Snapp. We never had an outstanding singer, and only one lawyer, John Beavers. We never had one to go to the pen. No killings, and almost no divorces. Pretty good athletes, good basketball players. People loved one another.


We have a few SWEET HERITAGE COOKBOOKS still left - 142 pages of history and dessert recipes. Call 903-537-4760 to ask about the book or see the page of this website with information on books to order.


Among the recipes is one from Fannie Stretcher's great-grandmother: Exerdine Clampitt Elliott (1880-1968). Grannie Dee was the daughter of James and Jane Keith Clampitt. Grannie Dee is a descendant of the family that gave the land for the formal town site of Mt. Vernon in 1849 and the ancestor of Dyers, Stretchers, Elliotts and a host of other families in the county. The Stretcher family gave the funds to erect the pavilion protecting farm equipment at our depot site in memory of Frank Stretcher, Fannie's husband and the father of Kelly, Keith and Gary Stretcher. Here is the recipe for Grannie Dee's Holiday Ring Cake: 


1 cup butter 

1 cup sugar 

4 eggs 

4 cups sifted flour 

1 t soda 

1/2 t salt 

1-1/2 cups buttermilk 

1 T grated orange rind 

1 cup chopped pecans 

1 8-oz. pkg. chopped dates 


1 cup orange juice 

2 cups sugar 

2 t grated orange rind 

Cream together sugar and butter. Beat eggs and add to butter and sugar. Beat together. Sift together flour, soda and salt. Add to cream mixture alternating with buttermilk. Add orange rind, dates and pecans. Pour into greased and floured tube pan. Bake at 325 degrees for 1-1/2 hours or until it tests done. When cake is done and before removing from pan (while still hot), punch many holes in cake all the way to bottom with ice pick or skewer. 

For the Glaze: Dissolve sugar and orange juice in small saucepan over low fire. Do not boil. Add orange rind and pour hot glaze over cake. Let glaze drip into holes in cake. If cake has not pulled away from sides, loosen with knife so that some of the glaze runs down sides and center of cake. Let cake stand overnight in pan.


“I shared some of my canned goods with B.F. Hicks last year, and he thought I should share the recipes and any known history behind them. Here are two of these recipes.”

“This recipe is courtesy of my neighbor, Mrs. Jerry (Wanda) Johnson. It was her mother-in-law’s, Mrs. Linnie Lee White Johnson. Mrs. Wanda’s friend, Mrs. Annie Cowser, had told her to add butter to the recipe to help control foam on the sop of the preserves during the boiling process.”

12 C figs -cut into halves or quarters
9 C sugar
½ C water
1 T lemon juice
1 tsp butter
Rinse and prepare figs. Mix all in large pot, add butter and bring to a slow boil. Boil until jelled, about 45 minutes. Put into hot jars and seal. Makes about 5 pints.

“This recipe was found in the 1991 issue of “Manna from Mt. Olive” cookbook, page 136, submitted by Minnie Lee Rowden. The cookbook was published as a fundraiser for the fellowship hall of Mt. Olive Baptist Church, Hagansport, TX I found this recipe easier the second time I used it. The recipe is easily doubled when there is abundance of squash and works best with a smaller, tender vegetable. I did modify the brine process, and this is my version of the recipe.”

8 C squash -thinly sliced
1 C white onion, sliced in small, thin strips
2 C green bell pepper, sliced in small, thin strips
1 4-oz jar pimento, drained and diced
½ C canning salt

Sprinkle vegetables with canning salt, adding 3 or 4 cups of ice, and soak at least 3 hours. Stir frequently to keep vegetables cool. Drain liquid brine, rinse one time and drain well. Put vegetables in a large pot and add sauce ingredients. Bring to a boil, and quickly put into hot jars and seal.

Sauce for the Squash Pickles

3 C sugar
2 C white Heinz Vinegar
2 T celery seed
2 T mustard seed


This is a recipe from B. F. Hicks, which is included in our Association's "Sweet Heritage" cookbook, available at the Fire Station Museum:

1 C unsifted flour
1/2 C cornstarch
1/2 C confectioner's sugar
3/4 C butter
1 tsp vanilla

In a medium bowl, stir together flour, corn-starch and confectioner's sugar. In a large bowl with mixer at medium speed, beat butter until smooth and creamy. Add flour mixture and vanilla. Beat until well blended. If necessary, refrigerate one hour, or until easy to handle. Shape dough into 1-inch balls. Place about 1 1/2 inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet; flatten with lightly floured fork. Bake in 300-degree oven 20 to 25 minutes, or until edges are lightly browned. Remove and cool completely on wire racks. Store in tightly-covered container. Makes about 3 dozen cookies.


This is a recipe offered by Donna Dyer McFarland:

1/2 cup seedless raisins
1 cup chopped tart apples
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup slivered blanched almonds
1/4 cup orange marmalade
1/4 cup lemon juice
2 tablespoons enriched flour
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cloves
1/4 teaspoon salt
Pastry for 2-crust 9-inch pie
3 fresh pears, pared and sliced (2 1/2 to 3 cups)
1 tablespoon butter or margarine

Directions: Simmer raisins in water to cover, about 5 minutes; drain. Combine raisins, apples, broken sugar, nuts, marmalade, lemon juice, flour, spices, and salt.

Line 9-inch pie plate with pastry; top with half the pear slices. Cover with mincemeat mixture; top with remaining pears. Dot with butter.

Add top crust, crimping edges. With cookie cutter or knife, make cut out in center of top crust to let out steam. Bake in hot oven (400 degrees) 45 minutes or until done.

Josie Teel Bowers (Mrs. E. M. Bowers) 1861-1941
Margaret Bowers Milan (Mrs. Clyde Milan) 1890-1980

2 quarts dandelion blossoms
4 quarts boiling water
Pour over blossoms, set in warm place. Let it set for 24 hours.
Slice 3 lemons and 3 oranges, take out seeds—sprinkle over this four pounds sugar (white), let it stand for 24 hours.
Add yeast cake to the oranges, lemons, and sugar. Strain liquid over the fruit and sugar. Skim and let stand one day. Strain and bottle. Do not cork for a few days.

Susan Hughston contributed her grandmother's and great-grandmother's recipe.

Swan Cheatham VanDyke (Mrs. J. E. VanDyke) 1850-1944

Pint mashed sweet potatos, half pint sweet milk, cup butter, cup sugar, yolks of four eggs, one nutmeg, half teaspoon vanilla. Pour into pan lined with crust; bake. Beat whites of eggs well, one cup sugar, spread over top and brown.

Mrs. Van Dyke's Sweet Potato Custard recipe is in Selected Recipes published by the Ladies Episcopal Guild, Clarksville, Texas, in 1911. She was Georgia Swan VanDyke Fowler's grand-mother.


1 1/2 cup sugar
2/3 cup butter
3 eggs
1 tsp. each cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg
1 cup blackberry jam
1 cup sour milk (buttermilk)
3 cups flour
1 round tsp. soda in water; add last (or put in buttermilk)
1 cup raisins may be added
Cream sugar and butter together. Add eggs and jam. Sift spices with flour. Add flour and milk alternately to the creamed mixture. Makes 2 layers.
Caramel Filling or Icing.

Betty Belle White Yarbrough
(Mrs. Will Yarbrough) 1878-1931
Nannie Bess Yarbrough Raulston
(Mrs. Clarence M. Raulston, Sr.) 1897-1962

1 1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1 cup milk
2 tablespoons butter
Blend sugar and flour in a heavy skillet. Add the milk and bring it to a boil.
In a separate skillet melt and brown 1/4 cup sugar, taking care not to let it burn. Combine with milk and flour mixture. Cook until thickens.
Spread between cake layers.

This recipe was contributed by Cora Sue Raulston Boone and her brother C. M. Raulston, Jr. of the Dimple community north of Clarksville. It was their mother's and their grandmother's recipe.

Ella Latimer Parks (Mrs. W. N. Parks) 1861-1956

1/2 lb. rusty potatoes sliced thin and put into glass jar (1/2 gal.) with 2 heaping tablsp corn meal, 1 heaping tablsp sugar, 1 teasp (scant) salt. Pour over this mixture 2 1/2 cups boiling water. Stir well. Keep warm. Set this yeast around 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Next A.M. about 6:30 or 7:00, add 3 tablsp sugar, 1 teasp (scant) salt, and 1 level teasp soda. Stir into potato mixture and stir well. Then drain liquid from the potatoes into mixing bowl Next add 3/4 cup water to the potatoes and shake the jar well, raising up the potatoes. Then drain this liquid into the other potato water in mixing bowl. Now add flour to make stiff batter (about like baking powder biscuits, or thick batter cakes). Let rise over pan of warm water until light. After dough has risen, add 1/2 cup melted shortening, 2/3 cup hot milk. Again add flour for stiff batter and put into greased pans. Let rise till light and bake 1 hour (at 375°).

Mrs. Parks was a daughter of Albert H. Latimer, a signer of the Texas Declaration of Independence, who was from Red River County. Her recipe was contributed by Mrs. J. P. Goodman of Clarksville.

B.F. Hicks selected the last five of these recipes from a larger collection by Jim Clark of the Red River County Historical Society. These seemed not only to have historical interest but to be adaptable for modern-day cooks. One of the Red River members, Anne Evetts, reports having baked salt-rising bread and says that it was pretty heavy and had a strong yeast flavor. If you want information on the complete collection, contact Jim (jim.clark@satebankofdekalb.com).

From Evie Pitts via Nicki Armstrong

2 eggs
2/3 cup of sugar
2/3 cup butter
2/3 cup syrup (red Karo)
2/3 cup of 2 minute oatmeal
¼ teaspoon salt

Cream eggs and sugar. Add butter and continue creaming. Then add syrup, oats, salt & vanilla. Cook in pie crust until a knife will come out clean.

From B.F. Hicks, made from Gail Reed’s recipe

1 Peck Pears
1 Dozen onions
1 pint vinegar
1 pint prepared mustard
1 dozen sweet peppers
1 dozen hot peppers
1 cup water
3 cups sugar
1 Tbsp. salt
1 Tbsp. celery seed

Use all juices; Grind all peppers, onions and pears. Save juice from pears and
mix with vinegar. Bring to a boil; add sugar, water, salt, mustard, celery seed,
ground peppers, onions and pears. Boil 30 minutes, stirring often to prevent
sticking. Dip into pint jars. Seal. Makes about 11 pints.

From Sue Bolin by way of Sue’s mother-in-law Blanche Bolin (1911-2000), from Blanche’s mother-in-law Maud Barrett Bolin (1892-1971)

Pan Cornbread
About 6 biscuits
3 or 4 onions
½ cup celery
Teaspoon sage
Black pepper
Salt to taste
(stick of butter if not fat enough)

Mix cornbread and biscuits together and pour hot broth over. Let it soak a
little and then mix well. Beat 6 eggs and pour into dressing and mix well. It will be kinda thin. Cook real slow. When eggs and onions cook then it’s done.
When it looks brown and don’t shake in pan it’s done.

Additional instructions: Mash up cornbread, biscuits and one egg together.
Pour hot chicken broth over it. Stir in raw eggs, raw onions and black pepper. Bake at 350. Use 5 or 6 raw eggs. Use 2 or 3 times more cornbread than biscuits. 3 or 4 onions. Bake until the onion is done. As it dries out while
baking, you can add boiling water and stir then continue cooking.

From Veronica Jordan

1 cup brown sugar, packed
¾ cup butter flavored shortening
2 cups green label Brer Rabbit Molasses
1 cup buttermilk
2 Tbsp baking soda
1 teaspoon ginger
5 cups of flour (or more)

In a large mixer bowl on low speed, cream together shortening and sugar. Add molasses and beat on medium speed until smooth. Sift together two cups flour, baking soda and ginger. Add dry ingredients alternately with buttermilk. Add flour until stiff. Cover and refrigerate at least four hours or overnight. Heat oven to 375. Roll dough ¼ inch thick on well-floured board. Cut with well-floured cutter, place 1 inch apart on well-greased cookie sheet. Bake until no indentions remain when touched, about 8 minutes. Cool. Good cookie to dunk in your milk.

From B.F. Hicks

3 quarts figs
1 ½ quarts water
3 quarts boiling water
2 lemons, thinly sliced (optional)
4 cups sugar

Pour 3 quarts boiling water over figs. Let stand 15 minutes. Drain and discard liquid. Rinse figs in cold water and drain. Prepare syrup by mixing sugar, 1½ quarts water and lemon. Boil rapidly 10 minutes. Skim syrup, remove and discard lemon slices. Drop figs into syrup, a few at a time. Cook rapidly until figs are transparent. Remove figs and place in a shallow pan. Boil syrup until thick, pour over figs and let stand 6-8 hours. Sterilize canning jars. Reheat figs and syrup to boiling. Pour hot preserves into hot jars, leaving ¼ inch head space. Wipe jar rims and adjust lids. Process 5 minutes in a Boiling Water Bath.

(Mary frequently made this for potluck dinners.)

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
Grease and flour a 10-inch tube pan.
Cream together until light and fluffy:
3 sticks margarine
8 oz cream cheese
3 cups sugar
¼ tsp. salt
1 ½ tsp. vanilla
Beat well.
Then add 6 eggs; one at a time.
Beat well after each.
Stir in 3 cups sifted flour.
Spread mixture into tube pan and bake 1 ½ hours.
Cool in pan for 10 minutes.

(Mrs. George Lunsford – from the 1950 Mt. Pleasant B&P W Cookbook)

1 1/4 C sugar
2 C finely chopped rhubarb
Cook until sugar dissolves and rhubarb is soft.
2 eggs (separated – save whites for meringue)
1/4 C sugar
Pinch of salt
3 T flour
¼ C cream
Beat the yolks and add to the above mixture. Add this mixture to the cooked rhubarb and cook until it thickens. Pour into baked pie shell. Top with meringue and bake in slow oven for 15-20 minutes.


1 lb. stew meat, cut in small cubes
1 large onion
1/2 green bell pepper
1 C chopped celery
6 medium Irish potatoes (cut into small chunks just before adding to stew)
1 large can sliced tomatoes
1 can cream corn

Medium stew pot:
Put 2 teaspoons salt in stew pot with beef and 2-1/2 quarts water.
Bring to a boil; lower to simmer.
Add green pepper and onion. Cover pot. Let this simmer – below boiling – for 1 to 2 hours

Come home from church; bring up temperature. Add potatoes (cut into small chunks). Boil until potatoes are fork tender.

Stir in tomatoes and corn.
Season with salt and black pepper to taste. (may need more salt; pepper to taste)
Watch and do not let it stick to bottom of the pan. Leave it simmering and then watch after you bring up the heat for final cooking.

(May lightly flour and then brown the meat in vegetable oil in frying pan before adding to stew)

According to liquid; may need to adjust; may also add 1 C of elbow macaroni with potatoes.

By Libby Milton

3 whole eggs beaten
1-1/2 C. sugar
2 T. milk
1 T. vinegar
1 stick butter or oleo, melted
juice of 1/2 lemon

Mix together and bake in unbaked pie crust at 350
degrees for approximately 45 minutes or until

Donna Manincor

2 Tablespoons active dry yeast
2 teaspoons salt
1 Cup sugar
3/4 Cup butter (softened)
1 Cup instant potatoes
7-1/2 Cups flour (preferable - bread flour)
2 eggs (lightly beaten)
2 Cups warm milk
Kosher salt for sprinkling on baked rolls (optional
at end)

Mix 1/2 Cup warm water with yeast and mix in mixing bowl until yeast is dissolved (2 minutes)

Warm milk, sugar salt and butter - to 115 degrees F - pour into bowl; mix with yeast. Add eggs. Add instant potatoes into mix.

Pour into large mixing bowl; add flour. Knead (may need little more milk or water - tepid temperature - to make a dough (tacky but not runny). Let sit 1 hour in warm room.

Make into rolls; place in oiled pan; let sit 30 minutes in warm room. (Does not require rolling out on floured board).

Bake at 375 degrees. Use top rack of oven; rotate pan every 10 minutes. Bake until golden brown (oven temperatures vary; baking process will take 20-30 minutes). Optional: light sprinkling of coarse kosher salt.

Johnny Newsom

3 C. sugar
1 C. milk
5 T Karo
1 package pitted dates
1 t. vanilla
1 C. chopped pecans
Lump of butter

Mix sugar, milk. Karo and butter together and cook until forms a soft ball in cold water. Beat until creamy. Add the chopped dates, nuts and vanilla. Pour into greased platter and cut into squares or a damp cloth and roll.

Johnny Newsom

2 t. cocoa
1/2 C. cold milk
2 C. imperial sugar
1/3 C. white syrup or Karo
Lump butter size of a walnut
1 t. vanilla

Mix all ingredients except vanilla. Cook slowly. When it actually boils, cook only five minutes remove from fire. Add vanilla and beat until creamy and pour into buttered pans. Cut while warm.

Johnny Newsom

Boil I cup milk and 2 cups imperial sugar; and, while this is boiling, melt another cup of sugar by itself (the sugar will be brown when melted).

Pour the melted sugar into the boiling milk and sugar and let cook until it forms a firm ball, not hard, when tried in cold water. Before taking from fire put in a piece of butter and vanilla flavoring.

Remove from fire and add 1 cup of nuts and beat well. It must be creamy and stiff enough so that you will be sure it will get hard before pouring in buttered dishes.