An Article from The Ozark County Times
Every now and then this gal, Janet, writes historical articles for our local weekly rag.
I always enjoy these. This week she has written about a community that was once a good rock throw from where I'm at. Thought it was purty innerestin' so I'm passing it along, iffin you're into that sorta thing.
One part that caught my attention was this :
"After attending eight grades at Caney, the next educational step was high school in Gainesville. When Adron started to high school, there was no transportation. "I had to board near town with a great-aunt in order to go my first year," he says. "After that, a man at Brixey, Ocie Scott, bought a pickup with a 'cage' on back and hauled us to school. Our folks paid him $5 a month to ride his 'bus.'"
Hey, I knew Ocie! He was a right nice old feller. Sweet man. ('course, I can't say much for his ol' lady-except maybe 'battle-axe') I had no idea he had done such a thing. 5 bucks a pop, per month translates into some purty good dough for back then. He could have been pulling in around 50 dollars or more monthly.
Read it here.
I always enjoy these. This week she has written about a community that was once a good rock throw from where I'm at. Thought it was purty innerestin' so I'm passing it along, iffin you're into that sorta thing.
One part that caught my attention was this :
"After attending eight grades at Caney, the next educational step was high school in Gainesville. When Adron started to high school, there was no transportation. "I had to board near town with a great-aunt in order to go my first year," he says. "After that, a man at Brixey, Ocie Scott, bought a pickup with a 'cage' on back and hauled us to school. Our folks paid him $5 a month to ride his 'bus.'"
Hey, I knew Ocie! He was a right nice old feller. Sweet man. ('course, I can't say much for his ol' lady-except maybe 'battle-axe') I had no idea he had done such a thing. 5 bucks a pop, per month translates into some purty good dough for back then. He could have been pulling in around 50 dollars or more monthly.
Read it here.
posted by white trash republican at Saturday, March 25, 2006
6 Comments:
I checked in before but didn't have time to read the link. Now, that's what I call news. Reminds me of my local weekly.
I love reading about the history of this area. This is one of her better and longer articles. That just cracks me up that old bird finding a still buried on his property!
One wonders how many more are hidden here and there in these parts.
I'm sure your local prints the sheriff or police reports. Those are amusing sometimes. Ours consists mostly of cows in the road or cars hitting deer, an occasional beligerant drunk at the VFW.
God, I love it here!
Our weekly local doesn't have crime reports. There really is no crime in our little town but the daily birdcage-line prints a report from the nearest city (10,000 people) and that's usually meth related which is sad.
If there was ever a concotion straight from the depths of hell and Satan hisself, it's that stuff!
We've managed to get a lid on our lab problem here, but sadly that means that they are just 'importing' this crap from Mexico...and it's said to be even worse!
I once got raided by the local federales, based on an "tip"-apparently a local busybody was alarmed by the quanity of canning jars I had been lugging into my barn. That's how bad the paranoia had got here.
Me, a widder with 2 little kids, active in my church and VBS...yeah, I'm a raving loon of a meth head alright. Man, I so wanted to punch that gal when I found out who falsely dropped the dime on me.
But, that wouldn't have been very Christian-like. I just take comfort in knowing that someday her comeuppance will happen.
Thank you for your nice comment on my post regarding the problem I've been having with my Priest. I appreciate you dropping by!
I went to the link you left here and read the article. I love those old pictures!
I'm glad I don't have any neighbors! We do so much canning the cops would probably be out here every week! It never crossed my mind that someone would call the police over mason jars! Sheesh!
"I just take comfort in knowing that someday her comeuppance will happen."
Of that you may be certain; what goes 'round does come 'round.
Blessings! :)
Thanks for stopping by Gayle!
I read your posts over at Patrick's blog and had to go and see yours (or one of them!) and right there was the post about your priest.
Oh, this gal was a real pill! We don't have neighbors anymore, but when she was here she made everyone around here miserable. Since the officers that showed up here had known my husband and had liked him, they apologized profusely for disturbing me and were abit embaressed that they hadn't made the connection beforehand. (they didn't know where we lived, just knew him from in town. And this was just shortly after he had passed away.)
Anyway, while this lady lived near me she was a totally Mrs. Kravitz-always snooping around.
The officers had told me that the tipster had said that the house always had an odor of ammonia coming from it, along with the "stockpiling" of jars.
I then remembered that one summerday prior, she had knocked on the door to ask me something-I had just finished mopping the kitchen floor with, yep...ammonia and water. The nerve of some folks, eh?
Naturally, she didn't feel compelled to 'inform' on me until she had moved out of the county!
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