In the years between 1880 and 1959 if you were homeless, orphaned or had no family and were mentally ill with no place to go, there was a place that became known as the Grayson County Poor Farm that might have been a haven for you.
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Did you ever look for something in every possible place that you thought you might have put it before you gave up and went on to something else? I seem to be doing that over and over.
Several years ago a garden club asked me to talk about one of my favorite subjects, but this time with a “twist.” I did a lot of research for this talk and don’t remember having written a column about it.
Fifteen years ago, a group of former Denison High School students got together in Denton and formed an informal group that became known as the Denton Lunch Bunch. On Wednesday, that group and many other former DHS students will be coming home to Denison for their first-ever Lunch Bunch meeting in their home town.
We are all familiar with the double underpass leaving Crawford Street from Houston Avenue to Lamar Avenue, which approaches the turn to Eisenhower Birthplace, and on to Crockett Avenue.
This column is a little different than most. While looking for something I haven’t written about previously I came across a group of pictures with cutlines from the early days. I don’t have room to run all the pictures, but the cutlines give some interesting information including names and I thought readers might like to know just how many musical groups the early days had.
Recently we wrote a column on the “bad guys” who inhabited Denison for short periods of time. But not all of the colorful characters around town were bad. Some of them were just plain “colorful.” Some of these characters were still around entertaining the citizens with their antics well into the 1960s.
Brief, one paragraph bits of information were often used as “fillers” in newspapers in the “olden days” before I was working full time at The Denison Herald. Some of them were very interesting, but left you wanting more information about the subject.
There is just no end to interesting stories about Denison’s past. I recently found an undated story written by former Denison Herald editor Claud Easterly that related how W.E. Koop of Wichita, Kan. had spent a day in Denison looking into shady chapters in the town’s past. Needless to say, he went home with some good stories.
In 1887, two doors west of the State National Bank at 300 W. Main, was an elegant building that had been built in 1884, where Denisonians in this young Texas town could purchase their groceries, produce and feed.
Have you noticed that when we sit down to watch a television program, nine times out of 10 we are bombarded with advertisements from pharmaceutical companies pushing medications for some ailment? Chances are pretty good that most of these are the high priced pills that our insurance companies will pay little or no part of the cost for the medicine.
Sunday I heard someone say “I’ve had a falling out with Mother Nature.” That statement probably is true to many of us living here in North Texas where we usually have only one session with ice and snow during a winter. Here it is March and Sunday and Monday had us shut down again.
(The story in this column was written in 1986 by the late Elizabeth Bledsoe, a popular Denison High School teacher for many years. She titled the piece “Denison: I remember when, 1914-1924.)
It never ceases to amaze me the number of outstanding musicians and others who have made giant contributions to the African American history in Denison. Many still are living. Friday is the last day of Black History Month and today’s column will talk about several more who fit that category.
The importance of education for the black community has been emphasized since Denison’s early beginning. Now, during Black History Month, that emphasis is just as strong today.
I know that most women today rarely wear some form of hosiery on their legs, but there was a time that no self-respecting female would be seen outside her house without her nylons on.
I had a very unusual Valentine’s Day gift from my husband who agreed to take me to the movie (somewhere he rarely will go) to see “The Monuments Men.” I had been wanting to see the movie because it reminded me so much of another World War II series of events involving treasures that were located right here under our noses.
The list keeps growing for Black citizens who are leaving a legacy for Grayson County. This month as we celebrate Black History Month, I thought it would be good to remember some of the outstanding African Americans who have made an impact on Denison and Terrell High School, where they graduated.
Lonnie R. Bunkley was born in Bonham in 1903 and his family came to Denison from Indian territory in 1906 where his father accepted a job with the Missouri, Kansas & Texas Railroad the next year. Bunkley is the subject of our first Black History Month articles saluting present and past lives of African-Americans in Denison.
When you want to get the full story, the best thing to do when possible is to go to the people who were there or involved. This was the case Monday when a group of Colbert residents, my age and older, got together for a very interesting history session arranged by Wyota Hannan.
Editor’s note: This column was written from information provided by Thomas Edward Wall, who lives in California.
While looking through my Katy Railroad information looking for my file on railroad robberies last week, I came across some interesting information about the roll that Texas onions played in popularizing meals served on the Katy trains along with the recipe for the Onion Soup that anyone who tasted it back when the passenger trains still were operating would like to have.
We hear of bank robberies, convenience store holdups, and thefts by gun pretty regularly around the country today, but one crime we hear very little of is the robbery of a train. It would be a little hard to get away with most anything being hauled by a train today.
From time to time I run across items about Denison that are too short for a column, but interesting information about the early town. I have accumulated several and when they are put together, they make a pretty good story.
An item early last week in the “A look through the area’s past” column of this newspaper, dated Jan. 7, 1954, rang a bell when I read it. I have to admit that in January 1954 I was in college in Denton and probably missed the story when it ran.
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