The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on June 16, 1954 · Page 7
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 7

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, June 16, 1954
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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 16. 1954 BLYTHEVTLLE (ARK.) COITJER PAGE SEVEN OSCEOLA NEWS St, arr EVERYTHING on our place had] to be fancy — even to our out-door | toilet, with stars and half moon) cutouts -As sure as spring came, j Mama would white-wash everything j in sight ajid papa would go fish-! ing to get out of helping her. j We kids loved the high water! Today marks the 66th nniversary scare that came as regular as Mama j of the perfection of Edison's cy- and her whitewashing. We got to j Under phonograph. A furthc<m\uii> STARR GAZING Fathers Day Renews Memories Of Interesting Life with. Papa B. Wall, entitled, Genius." us one ln- all stay at the Old Beall Hotel which j book by C was the only safe place in town, j candescent so Papa said. One night in par- j ticular, I remember Papa rushing j us out of the house to go to the j er and me to fuss over who was hotel. He was helping grab up the j getting: the most. necessary clothing we would need; There wore other things Papa ex- Americans should rend. It deals with the life of Thomas A. Edison and you don't have to be a "tinkorer" to enjoy every page of it. Ho wus £rent to keep note- bonks filled with many brilliant ideas, One of the projects in his notebook was the sending of two messages in opposite directions simul- With "Father's Day" coming up Sunday, I hope I don't seem too presumptuous in writing about "My life with Father," and of course I came along in' the era when we said "Papa and Mama." Only very strict parents were addressed as Father and Mother— and mine were not. Like all children, I only remember the pleasant and humorous stories of Papa's life. He'll be surprised when he opens this paper and sees this picture and his life's story, but the things that I grew up hearing about him carries this way back and perhaps he has long forgotten some of the events. Bur I grew up with a grandmother (Mama's mother) who had a way of making each event sound important and for that reason they seemed to have stuck. Of course, a lot of the events have come straight from papa 'but they were told so long ago he'll probably Tvonder how I remembered so much. Papa's father was a doctor—a funny-looking little man judging from the daguerretype in the little leather case that is outlined in red velvet. He was dropped by his nurse when he was a baby and grew up into a hunch-back. * * * HE WORE a silk stove-pipe hat. a cut-away coat, and shirts with ruffles around his neck and hands. As I grew up. I always managed to hide the picture when I was expecting company because it was always the conversation piece when company came, and to a child that was embarrassing. Nevertheless, he was a fine doctor and a charitable man. Probably he, had an inferiority complex but he had never heard of such a thing. He had inherited lots of lands around Brownsville, Tenn., and that was where the money came from to support his family. Doctors weren't paid in money in those days. Perhaps a ham was slipped in his saddle-bag or if a patient lingered very long, the young boy in the family would lead a young heifer to his home as a token for his services- His affliction didn't hinder him from making calls on horseback. He must have looked like he had just stepped out of one of Charles Dickens' books as he rode over the country side in that stove-pipe hat: My grandmother always accompanied him on her horse when he was sent to deliver a baby or when any of the women folks had a misery. * * * SHE WAS as capable of administering to the sick a* was my grandfather because back during the Civil War days any man or woman who had the guts to go out on a battlefield or nurse a wounded soldier and could compound a few wild herbs was a qualified doctor. After my grandfather's death, my grandmother continued practicing medicine until her death. One of her remedies for a "cut- sore," as it was referred to was to reach up in the chimney and get a handful of soot and cover the said sore. For some reason or other, that cured, it with no ill after effects. Papa grew up on the homeplace and not until he married did he know what town-water tasted like. My mother was a town girl and it wasn't written in the stars for her tiiat she was ever to become a farmer's wife so Papa got a job in his brother-in-law's store for S30 a month. Never having had a boss in his life, then acquiring two at once —this didn't set well with him so every drummer that came along. Papa would ask them to be on the look out for a business he might buy. » Mama's mother lived with them and was of the old Tennessee school, thinking a drummer was not to be trusted and when Papa came home one day and announced he was going to Arkansas with a drummer to see about opening a bakery shop, she hit the ceiling—Arkansas—-a drummer—a bakery shop! * W * ANY ONE of them was dynamite, she had told my mother. But Papa left town nevertheless to see what was on the other side of the Mississippi River. Tennessee was God's country, she said and why would anybody want to be lured off by a drummer into the wilderness of Arkansas? Papa came back to Brownsville filled with vim, vigor, and wild ideas. Packing began and the Cox family, including Grandma, a Negro nurse (for 50c a week and board) and the family dog set off to pioneer in the state of Arkansas. There was only a branch line of the Frisco Railroad here then, which came through Deckerville. The coach was really a box car with plank seats on either side. The white and the colored all sat together, drank out of the same dipper and used the same rest room. That was really a crude arrangement compared to the L and N Train that came through Brownsville. It took all day to make the trip from Memphis to Osceola and with grandma in such a vile humor and two crying babies, Papa was almost afraid to tell his family the only house in town for rent was a three-room shotgun affair. The next day couldn't come soon enough for Mama to go house- hunting and probably the house wasn't, any better but grandma thought so and that made it so. The worst habit of Grandma's was always refer to Brownsville as "back home"'and to call Osceolans "natives." to last two or three days and in j celled in but he didn'i have (he op-j tsuieously over the sume wire. One his rush, he picked up grandma's; portunity to do them unless \ve i day. while working for Western high-bust oorset with strings a! were away for the Mimmer and that j Union in Memphis, he tried to ex- mile long- ! was the frying cripple he prided j plain his theory to the chief. The When we walked in the hotel, j himself on catching and mukinR pun chief thought <as n lot of others church services were being conduc- j cakes—he calls them "butter cakes",! did^ that he was nuts. ted in the lobby, and we made such He always made such a moss in the commotion everybody thought the: kitchen he had to catch us out. of levee was breaking and in walks J town to do his cooking. Papa with grandma's corset under j his arm. Everybody got tickled and PAPA AND Mama were the offi- The chief, n General Coleman. told Edison that any damned fool oufiht to know that a wire can't be worked both ways at the same time and fired Eidson promptly because the preacher very solemnly said|Cial chaperones for hayrides, picnics! ht , was nu i rres ponsible "character. -Amen." and walked off thoroughly and dances. They were both young j The book js well xvorUl readinK when we were growing up and u ! nnd j tnink he deserves far more Byrd Anderson Cox . . . the name cured him disgusted. Papa had never gotten over living on the farm and having all the milk and butter he wanted so he always kept a cow and did the milking himself. His favorite bed-time snack was a tall glass of rich, sweet milk with corn bread left rrom dinner crumbled in it. > * • WE WERE living in the Baptist parsonage because the church yard made a good pasture for the cow." "Old Daisy," and also because the house was for rent. We made more moves than a checker player. Papa often said he had hung enough window shades to reach to Brownsville But Back to "Old Daisy," Papa's pride and joy. The "willing workers" at the church had made new red velvet drapes for the choir and worked fast and furiously to have them installed before Sunday as they were expecting a visiting preacher to deliver the services. Flowers were placed in the pulpit in every available vase. The janitor forgot to close the door after he had cleaned up on Saturday and some times during the night, Old Daisy went, chewed up the brand new velvet drapes and ate all the flowers aut of the vases. The next day the cow was sold, and the "-•~ money went for replacing the velvet drapes — and we moved. ,. We always nad home-made ice WHEN MONDAY morning came, Osceola was to have it's first taste of "store bought" bread. Papa had bought the necessary equipment That was our Saturday routine. I cream on Sunday and Papa's ex- I was getting school age and Papa wanted me to take piano lessons so the money we made from sell- with the money from selling part | ing soda pop bought my first piano^ of the farm left him. He hired a, baker'and was ready for business Everybody in town predicted it wouldn't go over and as soon as the new wore off the women would go right back to baking their own bread and rolls. When he first opened his store, the women would send their cooks to buy from him as they didn't think it was ladylike to go shopping. The prediction was all wrong. By the following spring, he decided to branch out and add a bread wagon • to his establishment. He hired an old Negro'man and bought a plug-horse and a spring wagon and for the first time in their lives, county wives had fresh bread brought to their doors every morning. At Mama's suggestion. Papa fired the baker and thought he had watched the procedure enough to be able to do as good as the baker and at least stay sober while he was doing it. The baker, sensing Papa was learning the art of bread- making, wasn't too cooperative in Papa's apprenticeship. He knew his time wasn't Iqng so he had Papa order several extra barrels of flour and the day his pay stopped, he emptied every box of soda he could j find into, the barrells and when) the first bread Papa made was tak- After two or three years of experiencing a good business, Papa decided he would open another grocery store down the street and let Mama have charge of it. She put all the fancy touches to her store and we kids spent most of our time with her as she and grandma didn't approve of us standing on the side walk selling soda pop —piano or no piano. Raffling off articles became popular long about then and Papa won half interest in a horse and buggy. He bought ;the other man'8 interest and it was then that we owned our first vehicle, a rubber- tired runabout with a cream colored umbrella with dangling fringe around the edge. * * * WE WERE the envy of every kid in town. Mama was a natural born saleslady and was ordering flower seeds and perfumed lockets for us to sell. The biggest order she made was a cluster diamond ring for my brother and me to raffle off. Grandma thought we kids were heading stright for hell or would wind up in an electric chair. Maybe children of today are indulged more in a lot of things than we were but one thing in particular I can recall Papa letting me indulge in. One winter I had my head set on en out of the oven, it took a shovel, 1 a particular cloak at Ike Miller's to clean up the mess. THE JANITOR found all the empty soda boxes when he was cleaning up the over-production of goo. There wasn't any variety in the baker business when Papa opened the first of it's kind in Mississippi County. Bread, light rolls, jelly rolls and Washington pies completed the variety. Washington pies were made from bread and sponge cake scraps left from the jelly rolls with raisins thrown in to make a body for the pies. Papa wasn't long in acquiring a flourishing business and added an up to date grocery store. My brother and I had the sodapop concession. Saturdays then and now \vere the big trading days. Papa filled a big zinc tub with soda pop and we had to go to the ice house to get ice to chiir it. store. Mama said I was too young to have such an expensive coat ($15) so she compromised on one at half the price and I refused to wear it so when Sunday morning came and I was being made to go to Sunday school and wear that coat, Papa walked right in in the midst of wailing and gnashing of teeth and handed me a long box with the coat that meant everything to me. Mama was plaiting my hair at the time and came very near pulling one of the braids out by the roots. I -never did know why she took it out on me, but I was so happy at the sight of my coat that I didn't mind the hair pulling at all. Papa never would sit at head of the table. He always managed to be late coming into the dinning room when we had company and this usually brought on dagger looks from Mama and Grandma. cuse to stay away from church was that he had to stay home and turn the ice cream freezer. He usually left a big portion of the ice cream clinging to the dasher for my broth- never did occur to me to so places without them. There are several ed lnc F;Uher 0{ Qur Counlry . girls (you're welcome) in Blytheville who spent a lot of time in our home and were chaperoned by my parents. Claytie t'Harrelh Chamblin. Mary Lynn iHilh Blaylock, Lynn (Phillips) Gooch. and Bill lUniKdoni Foster are the ones I remember most. One funny thine; I recall about Papa happened nt our Sunday dinner table. Mama wsus death on inviting 1 the preacher and his fiun- ily to come home with her from church. (She sang in :he choir 1 , j A Those were the days before—"and j can than George Washington, to be call- Censv.n-»> is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Parents don't love their children because they are Rood, but because I hey are their very own, A parent's definition of a good child rnis;ht not be in accordance with what others think—is this clear? The surest way to interest other people is to be interested yourself. iocracy is always cruel, you the dining table was centered with a low arrangement of something or other"—Mania (or grandma> had placed a huge pot oi Boston ferns in the center of the table and the j kids at the table couldn't see around it or over if. The preacher's little boy kept j saying "Papa. I can't see you." My 1 papa knowing exactly what he i meant reached across the table and moved the monstrosity and when he did. he hit the kid in the head with the flower pot and that broke up a beautiful friendship. I THINK how Papa got his name, Byrd Anderson Cox is one for the book. He was the puny one of his family and until he was live years old. he was nursed and spoiled by the whole family, most of all by his black mammy who was responsible for his name. He wasn't named "Byrd" until the See FATHER'S DAY on Page 9 bet on that. The aristocrats have n few skeltons tucked back in their closets, too- Don't let them kid vou. As Pliny the Elder said. "When a a building is about to lall down, all the mice desert it." Why do male writers like their picture made holding a pipe either in their hand or pressed slightly to their lips; I've been looking for that answer for years. Are you one of the few in town who failed to buy "Bells of Ireland" plants? This week they are my favorites. The most unusual flower in color I ever saw. Imagine green flowers. They are what flower arrangers have been looking for. for years. Love those Bells of Ireland. I guess you your gra ndma are still doing as did about boiling On the Social Side... Compliment Daughter* Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Ivy and Mr. and Mrs. Joe Rhodes complimented their daughters. Elisabeth Ann Ivy and Jean Rhodes, with a lawn party at the Ivy home Thursday night. Fifty two boys and girls in the pre-teen set attended the affair. The Ivy home was decorated in pink roses, daisies and pink gladi oli. The two honorees were^presented corsages by their parents. KUn- ubeth Ann received her guests in a sea foam green palio length frock and Jean wore a pink net formal." Sharing honors with the two girls were Tommy Ivy, cousin of Elizabeth Ann. from Henderson. Tenn., and Phil Burks, Jr., and John Burks of Bedford, W, Va.. cousins of Jean. Pink sweetpeas centered the table on the lawn where a picnic style supper was served the guests. Give Family Dinner A family dinner in the home of Mrs. C. M. Harwell followed the dedication of the Methodist Church of the baptismal font in memory of the late Dr. C. M. Harwell. Dr. and Mrs. Mallory Harwell and children of Memphis and Mr. and Mrs. Phil Burks and children of Bedford. W. Va.. came especially lor the dedicatJon. Mrs. Burks is the former Miss Catherine Harwell. Celebrates Birthday Mrs. Ed Qulnn invited 100 of the younger set to her home Thursday night for a dance and buffet supper complimenting her grandson. Wade Quinn, Jr., on his 18th birthday. Tables were set up on the illumi- beets with their skins on. I*n't necessary at all. Peel them before boiling and they'll get tender in almost half the time. I gues* Roger Babaon really Is making friends with thif* younger generation and fast. In his Friday column he said "psychologists say that driving automobiles through, traffic docs far more to develop the brain of modern youth than did any of those high school subjects which were taught u§. "In fact, it may be that automobiles are today doing more to sharpen high -school brain* than many of the text books which I itudled" Won't Junior love thU? Here"* something to remember: If it's a halo you have to wear, don't let it get in others' hair. nated lawn for eating and the spacious porch and drive way were reserved for the dancers. Garden flowers were used throughout the entertaining area. HUB Birthday Party Mrs. Earl Sanders complimented her daughter, Muriel. Monday afternoon when'she invited 25 young people for a weiner roast. The occasion was Muriel's llth birthday. Pergonnlc Bob Chiles. Ji., is nome for a 15- day leave and is spending It with his parents. Bob is stationed with the Navy in Corpus Christl. He and Miss Billie Gaines Mann were in Memphis Friday night attending a show. Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Gwaltney of Los Cruses. N. Mex.. with their son and daughter, returned home Sunday after returning Mrs. Qwalt- ney's mother, Mrs. J. L. Ward, to Osceola. Mrs. Ward spent the past month with the Gwaltney family. The group drove to Mena to spend a few days en route home. ; Mrs. Gladys Burr is attending summer school at Peabody College in Nashville. Mrs. Anna Morrison is home after visiting relatives in Jackson, Miss. Mrs. Clyde Buchanan and Mrs. Fred Davis. Sr.. of Steele. Mo., visited relatives recently in Medina, Tenn. Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Hoke, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Woodruff spent several days at Lake Norfork. Miss Patricia Cone and her guest, Miss Jean Newberry of Memphis, spent the week end with Miss Cone's parents, Dr. and Mrs. George Cone. Mr. and Mrs. Milton Pope were hosts to th»ir Sunday night supper club at their country home, when. garden flowers were used in decoration. Mrs. 8am Coats of Harrlsburg spent Monday in Osceola. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Ivy and daughter, Elizabeth Ann, spent the week end with Mr. Ivy's brother and family, the Brodie Ivys. in Henderson, Tenn. Mary and Martha Dillard and Sharan Hendrix returned home over the week end from Little Rock where they attended Girls State. business visitor Monday in St. Louis. Mr. and Mrs. George Williams and daughter, Mary Ann, have arrived from Eldora to be guests of Mrs. Williams' father, Louis Nailling. Why GMCs make other trucks be for the COURIER NEWS m Osceola, call BILLY BEALL, 567-J cause itt Truck *» caused b Dri «* as standard . —«\np — the its class. The Hydra-Malic CMC light-duty truck performs better because it always is in the correct gear for the need— rega rdless. TbeHjta-Nl* handles easier because you T/i€ CMC light-duty truck costs less fo own — less to run— than old-style trucks. Come in and we 'II demonstrate it! GtfaomfemOwtf HORNER-WILSON MOTOR CO. 309 E. 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