It is a fact that the lowly onion played a role in the popularity of the Missouri-Kansas-Texas Railroad’s diners. But the onion wasn’t the only thing that was popular in the Katy’s dining cars.
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Last week after writing a column about former Denison Mayor W.S. Hibbard , I began looking for a photograph that I knew I had and had used with the earlier column explaining that the finder was trying to learn about the man to whom the dog tags he found belonged too. I couldn’t find the picture.
In April 2012, I wrote a column about someone finding what was believed to be a soldier’s dog tag outside of Montrose, Colorado , with the name “W.S. Hibbard, Denison, Texas” written on it.
A History Gal has struck again and has added another wonderful book about Denison’s outstanding past to her growing list of written and edited books. “Little Stories of Frontier Denison” is a collection of short stories published by Bredette C. Murray when he was publisher of his “Sunday Gazetteer” newspaper back in 1910 and 1911.
I attended a very nice program early last week honoring 20 local businesses that were recognized for accomplishing more than 50 years in operation in Denison. The Texas Historical Commission presented representatives of each with a Historic Business Texas Treasure Award.
You don’t have to be an old timer to have memories of Woodlake. Many younger people (those 40 or 50 and under) may not have memories quite as elaborate as the older citizens who remember the 40-acre acre beauty spot as it was in the early 1900s, but they are of happy hours at church meetings and camp outs.
While doing a program last week for the Chelsea Park Garden Club on Denison’s early history I mentioned that there once were many Chinese workers operating laundries in the newly established railroad town back in the 1870s.
Wally Black of Sherman fell in love with Sandy Jo Garner when he was about six months old. They were living in Honey Grove at the time. Sandy also was about six months old when they first met. Both hit the ground running, but Wally said he doesn’t remember kissing her, but he must have at one time or another.
Some time ago, I wrote a column looking for information about a mystery woman, a heroine of a railroad wreck. I don’t believe I had any responses, but super sleuths Jim Sears and B.C. Thomas found more than anyone could ever need about our heroine. She was 17-year-old Mae Mosse, who grew up in Denison.
Grayson County’s first movie star actually was a stage actress. Better yet, she was the county’s first major theater star who used the stage as a springboard to the movies.
A column just before January 1 of a new year is traditionally when I make New Year’s resolutions. This year, however, I am going to include information sent to me about early happenings in Denison, mostly taken from early editions of The Sunday Gazetteer and mostly shared by Jim Sears or Elaine Nall Bay with the “Grayson County TXGenWeb.”
Every year I wonder why it is that the older I get, the quicker Christmas rolls around. When I was a child it seemed like it would never arrive. Now, I no sooner get our Christmas decorations safely stored away than it’s time to start getting them out again.
No Christmas season in Denison would be complete without thinking of the city’s beginning. It was that first Christmas in the new town in Texas when the Katy Railroad chugged into town.
On Wednesday, we shared some information about Elizabeth Bledsoe, civics and history teacher at Denison High School for 31 years. She was one of my favorite teachers and was loved by hundreds of students during my day in school and for many years thereafter.
Many years ago I had a teacher at Denison High School who was not only one of my favorites, but was loved by many of her students. She had two things that she was adamant about her students remembering.
In case you haven’t noticed lately, the price of gasoline has dropped to below $2 a gallon and was seen recently at a Sherman station for $1.69. That is just for the petrol and doesn’t include a windshield being cleaned, oil checked and air in the tires.
Twenty-five years before Denison was established, there was a need for law enforcement in the newly formed Grayson County. Stories have always related how Denison was a wild and woolly town — which it probably was — but the young town didn’t have a corner on the North Texas market.
I ran across a column this weekend I wrote about 10 years ago that probably few people will remember, because I didn’t until I saw it. Since this has been a busy week with Thanksgiving, a lot of cooking, eating and visiting with friends, I decided the column is worthy of a second run.
Wednesday’s column was an introduction to the Lee-Peacock feud, which took place in the four corners area where Grayson, Fannin, Collin and Hunt counties meet and the village of Pilot Grove, about 35 miles from Sherman.
It is rumored that the last shot of the Civil War was fired in Fannin County in 1871 and Lewis Peacock of the now famous Lee-Peacock feud was the target of that shot, which took his life.
Wednesday’s column shared some of the remembrances of Tom Anderson, who at one time wrote down everything he remembered about early Denison.
Tom Anderson was an early-day Denisonian. He wasn’t as early as Dr. Acheson, Col. McDougall and a few more of our founding fathers, but he was born in 1904 and died in 1983. He had a phenomenal memory and knew stories about the town from even before he was born. At one point in his life, he wrote down memories of the downtown area, people he remembered and shared the written words with his niece Betty Brodie of Dallas.
World War I was a long time ago and survivors, if there were any, would be few. I just learned of a story about a World War I private that spent his last years in Denison and is buried in Fairview Cemetery.
I never thought, even when I was in high school, that I would be doing something like “tweeting.” I’m still not sure that I will figure out the use for it, but I signed up for a Twitter account recently and I’m going to try.
During my lifetime I have heard about a lot of “old wives’ tales” that I guess you might consider superstitions. I’ve never thought of myself as superstitious, but one day while driving home, I turned the corner at Main and Houston and a black cat ran across the street in front of me. I almost slammed on the brakes to turn around and take a different route home.
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